I read Elizabeth Taylor’s NY Times obituary and had to laugh at myself. I went in, as I do with all NY Times obituaries, thinking I’d learn more about her life prior to fame and Elizabeth Taylorness.
Silly me; there WAS no prior, unless you count kindergarden. (Is there kindergarden in the UK?)
Elizabeth Taylor has always been.
Elizabeth Taylor arrived fully formed – certainly as soon as National Velvet made the scene. Her excitement, her zest, her violet eyes and her hard acting work combined that individuals just like myself could take a fantastical back seat to observe and wonder.
Wonder at what it’s like, for example, to ride a horse on a movie set.
Or how does Mickey Rooney comport himself during lunch breaks?
What I do know is that some time, somewhere, someone (not Richard) laid a hand on her head and said, Elizabeth, you are now an adult. Go forth and take people’s breath away. You have no choice in the matter. It’s the eyes.