There is a lot to learn from this 1969-era autobiography of a once-beautiful actress who Hollywood created, chewed up, and then spit out. Veronica Lake was manufactured into a star during 1940s-era Hollywood, to the point that books written 30 years later would still remember her, not for her acting, but for her world-famous "peek-a-boo" haircut . She went from a forgettable middle-class life in Brooklyn, to riches, and then to rags. She couldn't find work. She drank. And she aged, badly. [A quick affiliate link to Amazon for those readers who would like to support my work here: if you purchase your Amazon products via any affiliate link from this site, or from my sister site Casual Kitchen , I will receive a small affiliate commission at no extra cost to you. Thank you!] You'd think the author would harbor a lot of anger--toward herself, toward her ill fortune, or toward the movie industry star system that created her. But interestingly, she's sanguine about...
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