She wasn't what you'd call 'a great persona.' She wasn't really very intelligent of interesting. She did some modeling, was in a few of Warhol's awful movies, accompanied him to a lot of parties (she bizarrely dyed her hair silver to match his) and became a harcore drug addict, a speed freak. Even before she hooked up with Warhol and his crowd she'd spent time in a mental hospital due to her anorexia. She could have probably fashioned a career for herself as some kind of artist (she had a talent for drawing) but was more interested in partying and having a good time blowing through her inheritance. She was just a rich girl from a very fucked up family. There was talk about a movie about her for years and years but when it was finally made it was mediocre. I don't see her 'everywhere.' She's really a rather minor cult figure. You run through the paper faster than you can say knife. If you can plump for a hardcover edition, do. The title is: Edie An American Biography by Jean Stein edited with George Plimpton. If you can get a copy via I'd suggest going for it. I still have the hardcover edition of the Jean Stein book I bought on closeout at B. Because she knew that after she recited her final line in that film, that her life was over.įor years I thought 'Chelsea Hotel' by Leonard Cohen was about Edie. They roll up the fucking sidewalks at midnight.' And she kept fucking it up. I was thinking of her last line in 'Ciao! Manhattan,' something like, 'Oh, God. And after she spent her trust fund, all the friends dried up and she was left with nothing. You invest the capital sum and receive an interest payment quarterly or whenever. What she did was to spend the capital sum of her trust fund. We read about Edie going through her money. My apologies for sounding obvious and pedantic.

Edie by Jean Stein