Read more
From his internationally recognized modern art, to his Factories that drew New York's most rich and famous, to narrowly surviving after being shot by a disappointed actress-this is Warhol as never seen before. Bestselling biographer Fred Lawrence Guiles details the famed life, work, and enduring impact of the late Andy Warhol in Loner at the Ball, newly introduced to the Fred Lawrence Guiles Hollywood Collection.
About the author
Fred Lawrence Guiles was a renowned biographer of Hollywood movie stars. Among his books was Norma Jean: The Life of Marilyn Monroe, a 1969 best-seller that was translated into 14 languages. He died on June 24 at his home in Gainesville, Florida. He was 79.
Summary
Andy Warhol was one of the most celebrated figures in New York society for some twenty-five years, and probably second only to Picasso as the world's best-known contemporary artist.
His Pop Art paintings of Campbell's Soup Cans and his silkscreen images of Marilyn Monroe are internationally recognized icons of modern art. The series of Factories where his silkscreens were produced became the haunt of misfits, drop-outs, and addicts, while also of the most chic and wealthy New York society. In 1968, he narrowly escaped death when he was shot by disappointed actress and writer Valerie Solanis, an act that seemed to put the American Seal of Approval on the fame he had been seeking since adolescence.
Based on massive research and scores of interviews with Warhol’s friends and associates, in Loner at the Ball, bestselling biographer Fred Lawrence Guiles gives us a complete view of a remarkable twentieth-century life and an informed assessment of what Warhol’s work represents in the history of art. He explores the paradoxical nature of a man who cultivated celebrity status but whom television producers learned to avoid because he had so little to say; a man who, surrounded by a world of drugs and sex, was largely celibate, did not smoke or take drugs, and was rarely drunk; perhaps above all, a man who spent most of his waking hours in the heart of a crowd yet felt that he himself was in a vacuum—a solitary observer, a loner at the ball.
