Am fünften Februar 1961 wurde Marilyn Monroe in die Payne Whitney Psychiatric Clinic in New York eingewiesen, nach vier Tagen in der Gummizelle wurde sie auf Intervention ihres ersten Ehemannes Joe DiMaggio in das New York Hospital verlegt. Dort schrieb sie einen sechsseitigen Brief an ihren Psychiater Dr. Ralph Greenson, ein Jahr später brachte sie sich um. Letters of Note hat den kompletten Brief und der liest sich genau so, wie man sich das vorstellt: Ein Blick in die Seele einer manisch-depressiven Ikone.
Did you see "The Misfits" yet? In one sequence you can perhaps see how bare and strange a tree can be for me. I don't know if it comes across that way for sure on the screen -- I don't like some of the selections in the takes they used. As I started to write this letter about four quiet tears had fallen. I don't know quite why.
Last night I was awake all night again. Sometimes I wonder what the night time is for. It almost doesn't exist for me -- it all seems like one long, long horrible day. Anyway, I thought I'd try to be constructive about it and started to read the letters of Sigmund Freud. When I first opened the book I saw the picture of Freud inside opposite the title page and I burst into tears -- he looked very depressed (which must have been taken near the end of his life) that he died a disappointed man -- but Dr Kris said he had much physical pain which I had known from the Jones book -- but I know this too to be so but still I trust my instincts because I see a sad disappointment in his gentle face. The book reveals (though I am not sure anyone's love-letters should be published) that he wasn't a stiff! I mean his gentle, sad humor and even a striving was eternal in him. I haven't gotten very far yet because at the same time I'm reading Sean O'Casey's first autobiography --(did I ever tell you how once he wrote a poem to me?) This book disturbs me very much in a way one should be disturbed for these things --after all.