Pamela Anderson's blond bombshell image was ubiquitous in the 1990s. Discovered in the stands of a football game, she was immediately rocket launched into fame, becoming Playboy's favorite cover girl and an emblem of Hollywood glamour and sexuality. But what happens when you lose grip on your own lifeâand the image the notoriety machine creates for you is not who you really are?
What The Reviewers Say
Jessica Pressler,
The New York Times Book Review
The most disappointing thing about Love, Pamela is that it doesn’t come in a form that can be injected directly into your veins.
Mary Mcnamara,
The Los Angeles Times
The explosion of a deeply held cultural myth.
Nathan Smith,
The Observer
A wild ride traversing terrain around the star most of us have never accessed.
Ashley Fetters Maloy,
The Washington Post
Certainly, she’s smarter and more thoughtful than the person many late-night hosts of the 1990s thought they were talking to, though admittedly that’s a low bar to clear. But what Love, Pamela does best is lay bare the fact that the sexpot caricature of Anderson — the mythic, crushingly larger-than-life idea of her — obscured the charms of the real one.