star ledger
There is a piece of "reported fiction" in this month's
Esquire on the last days of
Heath Ledger. The magazine doesn't tell you what's based on fact and what's based on the writer's media-fueled assumptions and celebrity-industrial-complex-educated guesses about how it went down, but it sort of invites you to guess. Fun game! So: in the story, Jack Nicholson belches like a pirate and tells him to forget about his art, "kid," and
Mary-Kate Olsen is a creature of quiet and hidden strength who says deep things about how all her great longings and defense mechanisms stem from the fact that she was born "half of something," and sex with Michelle was "like we melted into each other's skin, like she was pouring her body inside of mine and I would hold her inside of me, so that when we wanted to make love all I had to do was wiggle my waist," and he wore that ski mask to the
Beatrice Inn simply because "that's the kind of shit you can get away with when you're a celebrity. You can go out there in a fucking ski mask and you can still get laid." Um, sounds plausible!
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