Elizabeth Taylor has, over the past week and few days, been eulogized in every possible way. I’m not of the school of thought that any person’s life can be summarized in two or three descriptive paragraphs – verbs, nouns and adjectives make a pitiful contribution when it comes to untangling a lifetime of laughs, loves, sadness, hope, dreams, aspirations, downfalls and successes. But when it comes to an icon like Elizabeth Taylor, I can’t help but feel that it would be something of a disappointment to her legacy not to even try.
So, I’ll just say this. She was the true Hollywood star of the sixties. She made more than fifty films, many of which are classics. She dedicated her life to HIV and AIDS related charity work and to Jewish causes. She loved, marrying seven times to eight husbands, and lost. She had four children, and won a plethora of awards for her acting. She died last week, on march 23rd, at the age of 79.
In actual fact, though, nobody can articulate it in quite the way that Richard Burton did.
“She was unquestionably gorgeous. I can think of no other word to describe a combination of plentitude, frugality, abundance, tightness. She was lavish. She was a dark unyielding largesse. She was, in short, too bloody much.”
Article By: Maisie May Skidmore
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