Dead Glamorous: where does reality stop and imagination take over?
Dead Glamorous is Carole Morin’s autobiography, at least on the face of it. But like Maria Money, the character in the book, Carole Morin finds that reality merges seamlessly into fiction when the lights go down. How much of it is true and how much imagination?
Only one person really knows…
‘Carole Morin has enough autobiography to last her a lifetime,’ said Allan Brown in the Sunday Times, ’90 per cent of it comprises Dead Glamorous – or at least the 90 per cent she claims to be true. The rest is obfuscation and exaggeration, designed to give her already improbable tale the sheen of some glorious myth.’
Jackie McGlone of the Scotsman wondered why with a family history like she has, Morin ‘ever bothered to make anything up’.
Her mother Maddie says she, ‘makes up lies for a living.’ Morin has commented that the parts of the story many critics think are too bizarre or comic to be based on fact, are in fact the bits where she added nothing.
Her husband Don Watson, reinvented in the book as ‘Dangerous Donald’, gave an insider’s perspective on their marriage and on the origins of Dead Glamorous in a piece in the Herald, The Trials of Dangerous Don. When he met the Money family, they asked if he’d been hired from Central Casting. Sir Harold Evans and Maureen Cleave both wondered if Dangerous was “real” or a perfect creation of Morin’s gleeful imagination.
But the last words on Dead Glamorous ought to come from the one person who knows what’s real and what’s fiction. ‘It’s all real,’ Morin says. ‘It came out of my head. Everything in there is real. Even the things invented and imagined.’