It's moving.
What a couple!
We can not imagine today.
Liz Taylor and Richard Burton were endlessly featured in magazines around the world.
They raised a little finger and the international press was in turmoil.
He was giving her diamonds.
She called him names.
Insults flew in the suites of palaces.
All his life Richard Burton (1925-1984), who was far from being an idiot, kept his diary.
The volume translated into French focuses on the years 1965-1971.
This is a revelation.
Why did you wait all this time to publish this volcano in block letters?
It's Christmas already.
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Richard Burton-Liz Taylor: chronicle of a mad love
In the morning, hangover or not, Burton taps on his machine.
In the next room, Liz is still sleeping.
Over the pages, we discover a man who thinks only of literature.
Burton is a compulsive reader.
Wherever he is, he rushes to bookstores, buys tons of volumes.
Here he is immersed in the poems of Auden,
Ma chienne Tulip
,
Gibbon
.
It is
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