Ingmar Bergman’s housekeeper has decided not to publish her book about her life with the movie icon.
I’m happy there are still normal and decent people in this world.
Of course she has the right to tell about her life. But nobody is interested in her life but Ingmar Bergman’s, and as his housekeeper she ought to know a great deal of details that we can guzzle.
The guy is dead.
If she should write something sensational, he can’t defend himself. True or not, he can no longer give us his version of the story.
Now, honestly, he is dead and doesn’t care, but his relatives do.
Ingmar Bergman and Victor Sjöström 1957
Photo by Åke Blomquist SvD
Image edited by the writer