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McQueen
The Biography
Christopher Sandford
Harper Non-Fiction
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsEntertainment 2001
Copyright © S. E. Sandford 2001
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For Robin Parish
‘The soul of the thing is the thought;
the charm of the act is the actor;
The soul of the fact is its truth, and the
NOW is its principal factor’
Eugene Fitch Ware
‘I’m a little screwed up, but I’m beautiful’
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Table of Contents
3 ‘Should I lay bathrooms, or should I perform?’
Steve McQueen was dead. It was a strange enough ending for a life that had scaled the heights of fame and plumbed the depths of depravity, laid out in a cold bare-walled room in a Mexican clinic. On this November morning a pale, watery sun came through the barred windows, sending chopped-up light onto the narrow bed. All the grief which marked the last year of McQueen’s life seemed purged by death. His eyes which, oddly, had turned dark grey were blue once more. In his hands was a Bible, turned to McQueen’s favourite verse, ‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life.’ A doctor and a nurse both noticed the look that came over him at the end. It was the quizzical half-grin he made his own, that frighteningly unamused smirk at once attractive and not quite welcoming. Steve McQueen was himself again.
The king of cool had died at fifty. If the cancer hadn’t СКАЧАТЬ