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TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY EDITION
UPDATED BY THE AUTHOR WITH A NEW EPILOGUE
She has been called the most photographed model in history. From her modest beginnings in Nashville to her legacy as a cult figure, here is the true story of America’s iconic pinup queen, legendary Playboy centerfold Bettie Page—including her stormy marriages, her trial for attempted murder, and her decade-long isolation in a California mental institution.
During the 1950s, Bettie set hearts ablaze with her killer curves and girl-next-door smile. Yet at the height of her popularity, with a promising acting career before her, she walked away. For more than thirty years, Bettie stayed hidden from the public eye, though she lived on in her fans’ memories, much like Marilyn Monroe and James Dean.
Journalist Richard Foster became the first reporter to contact Page during her long absence, and the first to tell her full story. Using interviews with those who knew her, and filled with uncommon knowledge and insights, The Real Bettie Page reveals both the fun flirt and fashion-forward counter-culture icon whose style continues to inspire today, as well as the intriguing and complex, flesh-and-blood woman behind her smiling photos.
Includes classic and rare color and black-and-white photos
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780806540122 |
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| Publisher: | Kensington |
| Publication date: | 06/25/2019 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 256 |
| Sales rank: | 917,639 |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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CHAPTER 1
Distant and Strange
Leonie Haddad was sixty-six years old and, for the first time in her life, alone. It was March 1982, and her husband had just died, leaving her by herself in the small two-bedroom rambler they had shared since they moved from Lebanon to the southwest coast of California thirty years earlier.
She couldn't bear to leave the little house on Linda Lane in the aging middle-class suburban neighborhood of Sunset Park in Santa Monica, even though it seemed much too big without her husband. However, the threat of crime from nearby Los Angeles, with its drug and gang problems, made Haddad afraid to live alone. So when a nonprofit housing service for the elderly said they had found a possible housemate for her, Haddad thought her problems had been solved.
The service sent Bettie Page.
Nearly fifty-nine, Bettie was a heavyset woman, about five-foot-five and weighing around 180 pounds. Accenting her plump, stern face, her dyed jet-black hair was cut in the trademark bangs that had once made her a famous pinup queen. Her skin was darkly tanned, and she wore pastel pants with a long-sleeved blouse in the springtime heat to hide her bulk.
"She was very heavy. Always she wear long sleeves, because her arms was big. She always wore pants and long-sleeved shirts," Haddad recalled in broken English tinged with a Middle Eastern accent. "She had black, straight hair. She dyed it real black."
Though she was very late and not at all apologetic, Bettie, on first appearance, was a quiet, well-mannered woman who spoke earnestly about her devout faith in Christianity. She seemed like a good choice for a housemate to Haddad, who was so anxious to find someone to share her home that she had completely remodeled her spare bedroom with bright, expensive new furniture and a queen-size bed. "She was looking good, very normal," Haddad recalled. But as the old saying goes, sometimes first impressions can be deceiving.
Bettie moved in almost immediately, bringing her belongings in over thirty sealed boxes of various sizes, which she stacked around the bed like a cardboard fortress. "She had the boxes around her and she slept in the middle," Haddad said.
The lonely widow Haddad found Bettie lacking as a companion. Bettie was cold, distant, strange, and spoke little, usually only about her past, telling Haddad she had once been a famous pinup girl. She provided few details, and Haddad figured it must have been an exaggeration. "She told me, 'You've never heard of Bettie Page? I used to be a beautiful model,'" Haddad said. As for family, Bettie didn't say much, even though her brother Jimmie lived not far away. "She hate her mother," Haddad said. "I remember she said she doesn't like her mother." Most of the time, Bettie stayed cloistered in her room or on the brick patio of the house, which was surrounded with Haddad's carefully planted flowers.
Haddad quickly became concerned with Bettie's behavior, which was often bizarre and paranoid. Sometimes Bettie would lean toward Haddad conspiratorially and tell her that people were stealing from her, taking her clothes and her vitamins.
Though devoutly religious, Bettie never went to church. She spent long hours in the bathroom, talking loudly, as if preaching a sermon. She believed there were seven gods, and she spent much of her time dictating their rambling, disjointed gospels into a tape recorder. She told Haddad she planned to write a book about the prophecies they gave her.
"She used to go the bathroom and put a tape recorder with her. She wanted to write a book about seven gods," Haddad recalled. "One time I asked why she believed there was seven gods. She said, 'You don't know?'"
In a holdover from her modeling days, Bettie would eat only vegetables and health foods, and she kept the cupboards stocked full of them. She always cooked dinner at midnight or later, sometimes adding beef bones for flavoring, which left the little house and its furniture with a pungent, unpleasant smell. Bettie seemed unconcerned about cleaning and never unpacked the boxes in her room.
Tomorrow, she told Haddad, she'd unpack them tomorrow.
Once one of Haddad's friends came to visit but Haddad wasn't there. The friend rang the doorbell, seeing Bettie through the living-room window sitting in a chair and watching TV. Bettie never turned around or got up to answer the door.
Though Bettie had enjoyed the outdoors as a young woman, the Bettie that Leonie Haddad knew remained indoors for the most part, though she must have liked strolling Sunset Park's winding streets that led down to Marine Street, where local teens played ball at Marine Park. Her only visitor at Haddad's home was a state mental health caseworker who came to the house occasionally. Once in a while, Bettie and the social worker would go out for a vegetarian pizza.
Haddad wanted to know why the caseworker was visiting. She says the caseworker told her that Bettie was upset over a recent divorce and needed help. She told Haddad not to worry about Bettie's behavior; Bettie was just a little upset.
Soon after Haddad's conversation with the caseworker, Bettie was late coming home from shopping. Always worried about crime, Haddad sat up and waited for her. When Bettie finally arrived, Haddad sighed with relief and told her she had almost called the police. Bettie glared angrily at her and yelled, "No! No! Never call the police!"
"She never was nice. I never talked to her too much," Haddad said. "I tried to be good to her. It never entered my mind she was crazy."
On June 11, 1982, Haddad woke up at around 3 A.M. to a foul burning smell coming from the kitchen where Bettie was cooking. It was the last straw. She went back to bed, and the next morning, she called her son, who lived nearby. "She's a strange one, this one," Haddad told him in her broken English. Her son told her not to worry, he would tell Bettie to leave the next day.
"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" Bettie screamed from the kitchen doorway, where she had been eavesdropping. "It was the first time she was talking this language," Haddad said.
Before Haddad could hang up the phone, Bettie was in front of her. Haddad tried to calm her, to explain, but Bettie would have none of it. She stalked past Haddad, slamming the door to her bedroom fortress with an ominous echo.
At four o'clock the next morning, June 12, Leonie Haddad woke from a sound sleep and screamed. Bettie was on top of her in the darkness, sitting on her stomach, pinning her to the bed and brandishing a foot-long serrated bread knife.
"Don't scream. Don't shout," Bettie hissed quietly in her deep, slow Tennessee drawl. "God has inspired me to kill you!"
CHAPTER 2Who Is Bettie Page?
Bettie Page's whole life culminated in her picking up that knife in the darkness to wreak terrible vengeance not just against Leonie Haddad, but against the demons that had been haunting her since she was a girl.
For six all-too-brief wonderful years, from 1951 to 1957, Bettie Page was the living Queen of Curves. She is said to have been the most-photographed model who ever lived. Because of her mystery and legend, she may be the most desired woman in the world; more popular today than she ever was in the 1950s, rivaling Marilyn Monroe and even modern-day beauties like Cindy Crawford.
Bettie was a sexual trailblazer in an era when everything was taboo. She broke the rules, perhaps without even understanding what they really were. Her pinups and bondage photos unleashed a Pandora's box of sex upon the world, where fetishism and nudity are no longer relegated to sleazy corners and sold under counters as they were in Bettie's day.
"The whole rock music and fashion industry today is in retrograde, stealing from Bettie Page," says painter Robert Blue, who has portrayed Bettie on canvas over the last twenty years. "What Madonna's doing today that looks so razor's edge was done in the 1950s by Bettie Page. There's nothing in rock and roll, no costumes or outfits in fashion that are more potent than Bettie Page in her six-and-half-inch heels and a whip."
Despite her historic role in forging twentieth-century America's sexuality, however, Bettie Page spent her life fleeing from her past, searching for a home, for stability, and for an acceptance that she never found ... until now, perhaps, in her end of century celebrity.
From out of a childhood of poverty, misery, and sexual abuse, Bettie escaped through a string of failed marriages and the world of pinup photography, searching for the answer. She never got what she wanted. Ironically, the modeling that made her famous wasn't her dream. She really wanted to be an actress.
In her later years, Bettie sought the answer in religion, and when it still eluded her, she descended into a violent madness that led to years behind asylum walls. When she reemerged it was into a world that had made her its goddess.
She is timeless.
She is the greatest star that never was.
She is Bettie Page, Queen of the Pinups.
But to understand her, you have to know her whole story.
It starts in Nashville.
Edna Page eased herself carefully into one of the movie palace's smooth, plush velvet seats. Nine months pregnant, she could barely squeeze herself between the armrests.
It was a hot, early spring in Nashville and the twenty-three-year-old housewife was tired of being cooped up at home, pregnant, while she cared for her two-year-old son, Billy. She was ready for the familiar pain in her back to be gone and ready for her new child to be born.
She needed a night on the town to shake her cabin fever. When Roy, her twenty-seven-year-old husband, came home from his job at the auto garage, he could see that it would be in his best interest to take her out for the evening.
That morning, Douglas Fairbanks's new silent film Robin Hood debuted in an early morning sneak preview at the Loew's Vendome, the landmark four-story red brick gothic theater downtown. The film was shown at a discount price to encourage attendance, and everybody in town was talking about it. Newspaper ads and signs posted in diners and shops added to the excitement. Hearing his customers talking about Robin Hood, Roy probably decided it was just the thing for him and his wife to do that night. If so, he was in for a rude surprise, because Robin Hood would not begin its scheduled run for another two days.
Though he was most likely disappointed when he realized the theater was playing a comedy that night instead of the new Fairbanks adventure, Roy soon forgot about it, and settled down with Edna and their son, who was sleeping on Roy's lap. Roy and Edna gazed across the ornate six-hundred-seat auditorium, listening to the orchestra warm up. The theater darkened, and the immense crystal chandelier hanging overhead sent fragments of fading light sparkling over the moviegoers like stars playing on the surface of a night ocean.
Newsreels played first, flickering across the screen the faces of President Warren G. Harding and German and Soviet officials who had just signed a peace treaty. Next came a Mutt and Jeff cartoon, which would probably have been more interesting to the audience of country folk. The feature film was titled, appropriately, Kick In. Almost as soon as the film began, Edna went into labor.
Roy rushed her from the theater to a nearby hospital. At three o'clock the following morning, on April 22, 1923, Edna gave birth to a baby girl. They named the child Betty Mae Page according to her birth certificate, but when she became old enough to write, the spelling changed to Bettie. In later years, Bettie would often wonder if her love of movies hadn't started in the theater where her mother went into labor.
The second of six children, Bettie quickly learned she would have to compete for her parents' attention. New babies were born almost every other year, and Bettie was soon burdened with responsibilities like changing diapers and caring for the younger children. However, at age five, when she played the angel Gabriel in a church Christmas pageant, she found a way to get people to notice her. She would spend the rest of her life trying to recapture the same satisfaction she got that night as a little girl when her ears rang with the audience's applause.
Foreshadowing her own relationships later in life, Bettie's parents argued constantly. Edna Mae Pirtle had married Walter Roy Page to escape the life of an orphan, cared for by brothers and sisters after her mother's death when Edna was just three. Most frequently, she and Roy would argue over sex. His desires could not be satisfied and she wasn't always willing to try. Edna was eight months pregnant with Bettie's younger brother Jimmie when Roy threw her out of the house in the rain after she refused to have sex with him.
Many of Bettie's earliest years were spent shuffling through small dustbowl towns in Texas and Oklahoma as Roy, a decorated World War I veteran, traveled from job to job. With the advent of the Depression, work for auto mechanics had dried up; no one could afford to have their cars fixed. In 1930, Bettie and her family were living in a rented house in Tulsa when she saw something that disturbed her greatly: a house being moved on a truck. It upset her to see such a lasting thing become so transitory. It was a sign of things to come for Bettie, who would fruitlessly crisscross the country again and again in her adult years, searching for stability and a home.
But it also symbolized the present. The still-unemployed Roy couldn't make the rent payments on their home in Tulsa, and the family was evicted and thrown onto the street with their belongings. They found themselves miles from home with no money and no friends or family to help them. Roy came up with a drastic solution: he stole a car and loaded his family up and headed for his mother's place in Tennessee. His fledgling criminal career ended just a day later when the owner of the car, a deputy sheriff, hunted Roy down and arrested him. An Atlanta prison became his home for the next two years.
As for Bettie and her brothers and sisters, they stayed with their mother in Nashville at Roy's mother's house. Corilla Page owned a large, aging tenement house across from the state capitol, but she had little else in the way of worldly goods. The family got by, but barely, and Bettie became accustomed to wearing her mother's hand-me-down clothing, cut down to her size. Without money for toys or entertainment, Bettie and her siblings learned to be very creative in their games, and Bettie grew up with a daydreamer's mind.
Early on she showed an interest in art. But with nothing to buy pencils or paper, Bettie was forced to create new mediums. She used the natural oil on the skin of her fingers to draw on the porcelain cabinets in her grandmother's kitchen.
When Roy was paroled from prison in 1931, the family scraped together what little money they had left and moved about thirty miles west of Nashville, buying a forty-eight-acre farm. Despite the poverty that forced Bettie and her siblings to walk to school without shoes on their feet, life on the farm was idyllic at first. On warm afternoons after lunch, she and her school-age brothers and sisters ditched school and splashed in the creeks, or made up games like "fighting feathers," in which they would blow on chicken feathers and see who could keep them aloft the longest. In foot races, tall, slender Bettie could already beat her brothers. Other times the children would play horses or cowboys and Indians, creating hobby horses with sticks for bodies and corn silk for manes.
At age nine Bettie fell in love with a fifteen-year-old neighbor boy, Clarence Daubenspeck, who lived on a farm next to the Pages. The infatuation burnt out quickly, though, when Clarence smacked her on her left hand with a stone during a rock battle between the Daubenspeck and Page kids.
Life was not all play, however. The farm demanded hard work like fetching buckets of water from a faraway well, watering crops, and picking rocks out of the soil so it could be seeded and plowed. Roy Page promised his kids allowance money for the chores, and they kept a ledger, each tallying up nearly $300 before Roy reneged and told them he wouldn't pay. "Chummy," Roy would say (calling Bettie by his pet name for her), "you didn't really think I'd pay you for that, did you?" It was not the first time — or the last — that Bettie would feel used and betrayed by Roy.
Bettie's disappointment probably didn't make much of an impact on Roy, who was more interested in carnal pursuits. He had an eye for women and a natural wanderlust, and farm life was just too quiet for him. In 1933 Roy got caught rolling in the hay — literally — with a fifteen-year-old neighbor girl named Rosie. When the girl got pregnant and her father found out, he chased Roy across the Page farm with a shotgun. Edna broke every dish in the house in a torrent of rage, trying to hit Roy as he ran. Roy and Edna's marriage was over. In interviews later, Bettie would always remember her father as a "womanizer of the worst sort." It was the beginning of the most traumatic years of Bettie's already turbulent life.
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Table of Contents
Title Page,
Copyright Page,
Dedication,
Foreword - The Queen of Guilty Pleasures,
Preface,
Acknowledgments,
1 - Distant and Strange,
2 - Who Is Bettie Page?,
3 - Bettie and Billy,
4 - Changes,
5 - Falling in Love,
6 - Camera Club Darling,
7 - Movie Star News — Of Pinups and Bondage,
8 - Sunshine and Shadows,
9 - Trials and Tribulations,
10 - Salvation,
11 - Servant of God,
12 - Disintegration,
13 - Insanity,
14 - Have You Seen This Pinup Queen?,
15 - The Battle of Bettie,
16 - Bettiemania,
17 - Memory and Desire,
Epilogue,
Appendixes,
Sources,
ABOUT THE AUTHOR,