by Rachel Syme
We should have been more prepared for this moment — Elizabeth Taylor had been ill for some time (she even outlived the man who wrote her obituary in the New York Times, which the paper assigned over six years ago). But it is still shocking to lose a woman who, besides being outlandishly gorgeous, was the very template for American celebrity as we understand it today. There will be many ways to grieve this loss — you can cry, you can rage at the moon, you watch some of her best on-screen moments, like her cackling "Angry, Baby" monologue in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf from 1966. Or, if you're like me, you can turn to books.
We should have been more prepared for this moment — Elizabeth Taylor had been ill for some time (she even outlived the man who wrote her obituary in the New York Times, which the paper assigned over six years ago). But it is still shocking to lose a woman who, besides being outlandishly gorgeous, was the very template for American celebrity as we understand it today. There will be many ways to grieve this loss — you can cry, you can rage at the moon, you watch some of her best on-screen moments, like her cackling "Angry, Baby" monologue in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf from 1966. Or, if you're like me, you can turn to books.
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