June 14, 1982 12:00 PM

by Chris Stein, Debbie Harry and Victor Bockris

Her hair is bleached. Her makeup is heavy. Her face often looks frozen. On records such as the hit Heart of Glass her voice is a monotonous, unmelodic whisper. Who can explain the success of Deborah Harry? In this photo book, Harry herself tries. She was an orphan—she fantasized she was an illegitimate child of Marilyn Monroe—adopted by a couple in New Jersey who, she says, were ideal parents. A drum majorette in high school, she later moved to the apartment of a car salesman and then to lower Manhattan, where she began to write songs. She and guitarist Chris Stein, who took the often stylized photographs in this book, live together. (Co-author Bockris is a free-lance writer.) Finally, she writes, “I had a black Mortisha [sic] dress, a gold lamé dress, a couple of stupid wigs, a green day-glo cross, a wedding dress and a fishbowl with a gold fish in it called Mr. Jaws…. I was developing the Blondie character.” Her eyes assume the vacant dullness of an old, old woman, and the title of this book suggests the hard drugs she has elsewhere admitted using. This is a haunting and perhaps disingenuous account of a show business life in which luck—both good and bad—and a pretty face play major roles. (Dell, $12.95)

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