

“Everyone keeps telling you to relax, which you have absolutely no way of doing anyway.”

But the truth is, lying in bed you get no respect and being a burn patient is a visit to torture land,” she wrote. “To a lot of people, the idea of an extended bed rest sounds like heaven.
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She healed enough to describe it in the essay “I Used to Be Charming,” the title a joke she cracked to one of her caretakers. In 1997, she nearly burned to death when she tried to smoke a cigar while driving. She became so addicted to cocaine that in the early 1980s a friend would remember her apartment floor covered in blood and Kleenex.

He looked like a beautiful advertisement for the Wall Street Journal in The New Yorker and he was my friend with wide blue eyes.”īabitz’s life was romance, farce, melodrama and, almost, early tragedy. When he was through, he was wearing a gray three-piece business suit and a watch chain with a gold watch. First he put socks on, then boxer shorts. “I sat on the bed as he put on different clothes that I’d never seen before. “He took off his clothes, his blue jeans and T-shirt, and I watch him shower in beautiful warm water,” she wrote. In “The Answer,” she drops acid with a local hippie-bohemian who decides he needs to go the bank.
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She mined the most unusual and the most everyday moments - ice skating, shopping, a screening of the surfing movie “Five Summer Stories,” a Los Angeles Dodgers game. She was published in Rolling Stone and Vogue among other magazines and her books included “Eve’s Hollywood,” “Slow Days, Fast Company” and “Sex and Rage.” Some were called fiction, others nonfiction, but virtually all drew directly from her life - with only the names changed. She was an extra in “The Godfather, Part II,” introduced Salvador Dali to Frank Zappa and helped convince Martin to wear a white suit. Over the following decade, she designed the cover for the classic rock album “Buffalo Springfield Again” and for records by the Byrds and Linda Ronstadt, hung out with Nicholson and Michelle Phillips and dated everyone from Harrison Ford to Morrison (“I met Jim, and propositioned him in three minutes”) to music executive Ahmet Ertegun. “Anything seemed possible - for art, that night,” she would remember.

Her first major public appearance came in 1963, in her early 20s, in one of the art world’s most famous photographs: Babitz, in the nude, plays chess with the fully clothed Marcel Duchamp. Like the movie stars who had fascinated her since childhood, she was a master of entrances. “I hadn’t really liked Elizabeth Taylor until she took Debbie Reynolds’ husband away from her, and then I began to love Elizabeth Taylor,” she once wrote. She was often witty, sometimes amazed and sometimes could only shrug.īabitz dished about her sex life (“I got deflowered on two cans of Rainier Ale when I was 17”), her outreach (“Dear Joseph Heller,” she once wrote to the “Catch-22” author, “I am a stacked eighteen-year-old blonde on Sunset Boulevard”), her thoughts on marriage (“My secret ambition has always been to be a spinster”) and her affinity for the wicked. Babitz knew everyone from Jim Morrison to Steve Martin, but her greatest subject was herself.
