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Courtney Love has set a date for the publishing of her long awaited memoirs. She is planning to unveil her “emotional biography” ‘Dirty Blonde: The Diaries Of Courtney Love‘ in November. This is going to be one must read memoir. You’ve got the whole Kurt Cobain suicide, all the overdoses, Courtney losing custody of her daughter – it goes on and on. Talk about one fascinating read.
Love’s 288-page book will contain chilhood records, poetry, song lyrics and never before seen photographs, including pictures of Cobain and their daughter Frances Bean.
The singer’s literary agent David Vigliano told MTV News: “Here is a unique visual look into a world that is never captured. It’s a one-of-a-kind memoir of an extraordinary life lived by a unique artist.”
Love’s entries include a note written soon after Cobain’s death reminiscing about happier days.
She writes: “Exactly one month ago today was the last time I made love with my husband. I cooked him dinner. We spent four hours in the playroom with Frances. We saw ‘Schindler’s List’. It made us frightened for life and we saw the value of life. Our convictions we defined until 4am and we fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke up that way in the morning.”
Love also reveals her feelings following Cobain’s attempted overdose in Rome on March 4, 1994 adding: “Rome was a huge cover-up. I see it now. I just didn’t want to see it then. Last night, I re-read the note he left in Rome. It’s so obviously a suicide note, so fucking obvious.”
Courtney Love readies long-awaited memoirs [NME]
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That’s what I call desperate for money. I swear this woman would sell her firstborn child to Satan himself to keep her pockets full. She’s already sold off everything Nirvana, now she’s going to write an autobiography that no one will buy.
This bitch sold Kurt’s T-Shirts outside their house the day after he died. Here’s how her autobiography would go: I was born. I drove my husband so crazy he killed himself. Then I screwed his band. Now I’m a bloated asshole in recovery who carries the waste of my karma in between the wrinkles on my neck. The end.
She didn’t SELL his t-shirts, she gave some of them away to mourning fans. I was there and it was actually a very touching and sweet thing of her to do, and the way she did it. She took time to talk a little to many of us. Wtf, you people are so stupid sometimes.
Oh Hal, shut the f*ck up. Do you really think she’s gives two shits about you, Nirvana’s fans or her dead husband? She was too busy sticking needles in her arm while she did who knows what with her kid. She’s an attention whore that will hopefully die of an overdose very soon.
Her fifteen minutes should have run out years ago.
She is so full of sh*t it’s not even funny.
I would never EVER buy her autobiography because she irritates the crap out of me and she sucks at life.