Joyce Carol Oates' book Blonde is a fictional work about Marilyn Monroe, aka Norma Jeane Baker. Blonde r*pes its subject over and over again, just like the Netflix movie of the same name. I would have liked to read this book right after watching that movie, but I only got my hands on it from Libgen, and I couldn't get the settings to my liking. And now later, when I found it on online library, I couldn't really be interested anymore.
I can't understand why it's not illegal to write fiction about real people. Aren't these writers who write crap about people who actually lived ashamed at all? How does it occur to anyone that I take a celebrity and write fictional crap about them? Why didn't these writers invent their own fictional characters? Aren't they scared that these celebrities are rolling in their graves because of them? And come a bit pissed off to haunt them? And for good reason, fully deserved.
This book could also have been published as is if the names of the characters had been changed to fictitious ones. But it won't work, then you would have missed out on all the money and publicity. Disgusting. The things people do for money...
MM has probably been a sacred cow to me (the book uses much worse names for her) ever since we did a thesis on her in middle school, which ended up being 40 pages long and which was very late.