Didn’t read Valley of the Dolls, didn’t see the movie: didn’t have to. I was above it, or below it, or, more precisely, beyond it. I did the big hair/dark-eyed/damask dress/potty-mouthed vic routine on my own, without Jacqueline Susann’s urging, and, as a house guest, I’ve thrown up other people’s Xanax, chardonnay and linguine into
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