She was the epitome of Blonde. The ideal Blonde. She was a BLONDE. She was UNHAPPY. She was a LEGEND. And when she died, she became a GODDESS. WHAT WAS she like? Perhaps, the way Joyce Carol Oates saw her in her desperate, stunning novel? Because the novel “Blonde” is probably the most unusual, sincere and terrible biography of the great Marilyn. Truth or fiction? Or the subtlest nervous combination of fiction and truth? Sometimes - believe me! - it doesn’t matter anymore...