Mo Rocca brings us inside the world of Celebrity Autobiography, the brilliant performance art where celebrities and comics read from the written words of actual famous persons. Pamela Anderson. Madonna. Suzanne Somers. Liz Taylor. That’s all well and good, but won’t somebody give Meredith Baxter and Chely Wright some love? They’ve got books too! And really, doesn’t Rupert Everett’s ode to bitterness Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins deserve a public ridiculing?
Especially the chapter about Madonna, which begins thusly: “At 18 I sniffed poppers with Hardy Amies, danced at a nightclub with Rudolf Nureyev and dined in Paris with Andy Warhol and Bianca Jagger. I knew what it was to be drunk on fame by association. Yet everything was a pale imitation of the impact Madonna made on me. We met by chance.”
Put that in the hands of Kristin Johnson. She’ll kill it.