Anna Nicole Smith: The Beautiful and the Damned
Posted: Tuesday, February 13, 2007 11:28 AM by Gael Fashingbauer Cooper
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I was out of town last week and missed out on all the initial fuss over Anna Nicole Smith's death, but things are only continuing to get weirder.
This Associated Press article, in which a reporter checks into a Hollywood, Fla. suite similar to the one where Smith spent her last hours, presents an eloquent take without being maudlin.
The reporter's lead is especially poignant: "Anna Nicole Smith rode the elevator with everyone else, to a room that wasn’t the most expensive, at a hotel that wasn’t the nicest, in a hardscrabble part of town with the right name on the wrong coast." (My smart-alec side wants to point out that a $1,600 suite is probably a pretty nice suite regardless, but I still like his phrasing.)
You'll seldom see the late Playboy Playmate mentioned in the same sentence as acclaimed writer F. Scott Fitzgerald, but there are echoes in that article of Fitzgerald describing his parents' home on St. Paul's ritzy Summit Avenue as "a house below the average on a street above the average."
And maybe that's not as weird as it sounds -- the most interesting thing about Anna Nicole to me was that she was never able to lose the part of her that was Vickie Lynn Marshall who worked at Jim's Krispy Fried Chicken in Mexia, Texas.
She could change her name, she could color her hair, she could put Mexia in her rearview mirror, but you were never going to mistake her for someone who was to the manor born. Just like Fitzgerald, whose battles with money, class, and the surrounding issues were legendary, she never fit in.