Mrs. Goforth is an old rich widow (married 4 times) – a former Ziegfeld girl – a woman with a legendary past (in her own mind, anyway) – kind of a famous party girl, once upon a time. She is now dying (only she will not admit it) – and she lives on top of a mountain overlooking the Mediterranean. She has her entire house wired with microphones, because she is dictating her memoirs – into the thin air – and wants to make sure that whatever room she is in, whatever time she wakes up, the microphones will be there to pick up her detailed exquisite memories. She has a fantasy that her book will be better than Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past. Basically: deep down she knows she’s dying, and she is terrified. Her memoir MUST be complete before she goes. But none of this is admitted to herself. She just staggers around her mansion, in her old Ziegfeld costumes and jewelry, shouting out her memories into thin air – to be transcribed later – she pops codeine, she coughs until she bleeds, and she maintains a fantasy that she suffers from bursitis.
Mrs. Goforth is an old rich widow (married 4 times) – a former Ziegfeld girl – a woman with a legendary past (in her own mind, anyway) – kind of a famous party girl, once upon a time. She is now dying (only she will not admit it) – and she lives on top of a mountain overlooking the Mediterranean. She has her entire house wired with microphones, because she is dictating her memoirs – into the thin air – and wants to make sure that whatever room she is in, whatever time she wakes up, the microphones will be there to pick up her detailed exquisite memories. She has a fantasy that her book will be better than Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past. Basically: deep down she knows she’s dying, and she is terrified. Her memoir MUST be complete before she goes. But none of this is admitted to herself. She just staggers around her mansion, in her old Ziegfeld costumes and jewelry, shouting out her memories into thin air – to be transcribed later – she pops codeine, she coughs until she bleeds, and she maintains a fantasy that she suffers from bursitis.
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