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I was so blue yesterday that I ended up doing absolutely nada but eating gingerbread, finishing Mr. S. (the bawdy & highly entertaining memoir from Frank Sinatra’s one-time valet), and binging a show called Being Erica.
Kiska Molly watched the proceedings from on far:
Mr. S. is really a tour-de-force of the celebrity memoir genre. Its ghostwriter is some kind of genius. The book is 365 pages of the most ostensibly fulsome blandishment you can possibly imagine, and yet, he fully conveys that Sinatra was a creepy, racist, misogynistic piece of shit. Well done, ghost! If you’re into classic Hollywood, the book is loaded with the juiciest dish!
In fact, Mr. S. is almost as good as Full Service wherein Scotty Bowers, Pimp to the 🌟STARZ🌟 reveals all about the sex lives of Hollywood icons between 1940 & 1980. Full Service is one of my all-time favorite memoirs.
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Being Erica is what would have happened had the Hallmark Channel gone in for sci-fi: After a near-death experience, a nice Jewish girl named—duh!–Erica is recruited by a therapist who sends her back in time to revisit various traumatic incidents in her past so that she can make better life decisions.
Watching Being Erica, it dawned on me that this type of therapy would have been a complete washout for moi since not only did I make an endless stream of baaaad decisions in the past, I honestly wouldn't have known what a good decision looked like.
And still don’t, for the most part.
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The interval between Christmas & New Year’s feels like that caesura between the last stroke of midnight and the beginning of a new day. A moment that’s a portal, a door in the wall. If only one knew how to open that door…
Kiska Molly watched the proceedings from on far:
Mr. S. is really a tour-de-force of the celebrity memoir genre. Its ghostwriter is some kind of genius. The book is 365 pages of the most ostensibly fulsome blandishment you can possibly imagine, and yet, he fully conveys that Sinatra was a creepy, racist, misogynistic piece of shit. Well done, ghost! If you’re into classic Hollywood, the book is loaded with the juiciest dish!
In fact, Mr. S. is almost as good as Full Service wherein Scotty Bowers, Pimp to the 🌟STARZ🌟 reveals all about the sex lives of Hollywood icons between 1940 & 1980. Full Service is one of my all-time favorite memoirs.
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Being Erica is what would have happened had the Hallmark Channel gone in for sci-fi: After a near-death experience, a nice Jewish girl named—duh!–Erica is recruited by a therapist who sends her back in time to revisit various traumatic incidents in her past so that she can make better life decisions.
Watching Being Erica, it dawned on me that this type of therapy would have been a complete washout for moi since not only did I make an endless stream of baaaad decisions in the past, I honestly wouldn't have known what a good decision looked like.
And still don’t, for the most part.
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The interval between Christmas & New Year’s feels like that caesura between the last stroke of midnight and the beginning of a new day. A moment that’s a portal, a door in the wall. If only one knew how to open that door…
