I read “Eedie” a few months ago and still won’t shut up about it. Its a compilation style biography about Edie Sedgwick. I really really loved the book, and totally like, escaped into the sixties and into her weird family and into that whole Warhol world for the duration. I liked how imperfect the storytelling was because it was all kinds of different people retelling stories of some very famous evenings, that are sort of imprinted as epic, historical nights for art and fashion —- all just how they remembered it and so there was a lot of contradictions, one person would remember Edie at a party in a white sparkly mini-dress the other in a long gown with weird long sleeves, BUT each person would be equally descriptive and committed about how or what they remembered and it made me realize how unreal nonfiction stories retold by only one person really are - because its just one side of the story presented as the only side…but this book was sort of saying “YEP we all remember it differently, and we were all pretty much on drugs so the memories are even MORE altered but this is it”. It was kind of like missing a party and going to brunch with your friend the next day and having them tell you all about it.
The book made Edie’s ife story seem equally sad AND glamorous, maybe more sad but even the sad parts of her life were so unusual and strange that there is this other-worldliness to the whole thing. A LOT of different people describe her as magical. (About as many described her as crazy, too) but I just thought that “magical” would be a cool way to be remembered.
ANY WAY I want to do my make up and eyebrows like hers all the time, mostly.
Also she gets compared to Twiggy constantly but I feel like Edie looks so different and like, less hokey. Is it wrong to call Twiggy hokey?
