The picaresque memoirs of this forgotten star, admired in his time by Kessel and Steinbeck.
Lhe astonishing adventure that was her existence, Gypsy Rose Lee published it herself, in a book of Memoirs whose success was considerable and which was received with favor by high-ranking writers such as Hemingway And Tennessee Williams.” In 1959, it was an enthusiastic Joseph Kessel who brushed, for France-Soir, the portrait of the woman who was the great queen of striptease, after meeting her in her vast New York apartment. The same year, these Memoirs, which ended just before the war, were adapted for Broadway, in a production by Jerome Robbins. And here they are today, finally translated into French, and presented by Kessel.
Gypsy Rose Lee, born in Seattle in 1911, is this girl from popular America, that of fantasy and entertainment, of dreams sold in all its possible forms. Novelist, stripper, actress, singer, dead at 59, Gypsy is one of yesterday’s stars who have fallen into oblivion. And yet, what a fabulous destiny!
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