If you're reading this you've probably seen and enjoyed the recent film, My Week With Marilyn, as I did, so there's no need to tell you what it's all about. But is it worth investing in the book?
Well, yes and no.
If you're a movie fan who likes to read about how famous films were made, then you'll probably enjoy the first part, The Prince, The Showgirl and Me, which is the diary that Colin Clark kept while he worked on
The Prince and The Showgirl [DVD] [1957]. There's not a lot left to say about Marilyn, of course, but this first-hand, day by day account of her notorious encounter with Olivier, and how it all went wrong, is new, funny and fascinating. And it's not just backstage gossip, he also talks about how the film was put together and financed, and the jobs that everyone did behind the scenes, so you learn a lot too.
However, you might find that the real Colin Clark isn't quite the sweet and awkward young man you saw and liked in the film. He can be pushy, snobby and sexist, and he milks his upper class charm and connections for all they're worth - although, in his defence, it was a different world in the fifties, and he was very young.
But there's no excuse for the second part of the book, My Week With Marilyn, written two years before Clark's death in 2002. He himself calls it a fairy tale or a miracle, but one that was real ... I'm still not sure what that's supposed to mean.
Have you ever re-lived a scene in your head over the years, and wished that you could re-write it with all the things you should have said and done? Because that's what seems to be happening here. Clark just goes through the whole thing again, but with the benefits of hindsight and a more modern outlook: Marilyn confides her innermost secrets, he tells her where she's going wrong. I found it very hard to believe in places, and critics have pointed out how inaccurate he is about the details of her miscarriage, for instance. And that dialogue ('I love you like the wind, or the waves ... You're a beautiful force of nature, Marilyn') doesn't exactly help.
The book includes a letter he wrote to a friend at the time, re-telling the story yet again and milking it absolutely dry. There's also a couple of contributions from the makers of the new film, which are mildly interesting.
So it's the sort of book that's been cobbled together to cash in on a film release, and it's a bit of a mess. But four stars for the diary and the photographs (it's fascinating to compare those taken at the time with stills from the new film). Only one star for the other parts, but I'll average it out with a generous three.