Farewell Jackie
When last I wrote you, I had just gotten word that Jackie Collins had died. We usually hung out at the hairdresser’s – the oh-so-chic Hair at Riley’s on Sunset. Jax showed me that’s where you got the best gossip. Everyone wanted to talk to Jackie – ostensibly to hear her stories. Within a couple of minutes, she had them spilling their secrets – secrets she transcribed when she got home. When I started writing this column, I asked her for advice. “Have I taught you nothing? Go to the hairdresser!” At the time of her death, Jax was working on a number of projects. In addition to a new novel, she’d been writing her long-promised autobiography. She promised that she’d name names in Reform School or Hollywood. Then there was Jackie Collins: Hollywood Snaps, a coffee table book of celebrity photos she’d taken over the years. Lastly, there’s Jackie Collins: Hollywood Lies, a play she hoped to produce on Broadway. Something tells me we haven’t heard the last of Jackie.
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