Instead, read “Finding Me” to discover how courageous she was. She doesn’t have to first tell us that this book started with a promise to speak in public — each chapter is self-discovery and even the worst revelation (sexual assault, domestic violence, violence, hunger). , Including various poverty) -related humiliation) are marked with arrows pointing to them. You see, each chapter says, I survived and prospered. Prose from Davis’ shoulders doesn’t clean it: her father, Madadi, was a source of horror. But he changed, and she allowed him to change his place in her mind. She also brings this fierce and clear refusal to forget and the willingness to forgive her time in the industry. She cites her own experience of statistics and racism, and includes some self-negative choices to play her role that she knew was under her. The best part of this book has this angry clarity. They sound like a call to weapons. But for fans of her artistry, she has to look elsewhere to understand the mechanics of her craft.
Similarly, Harvey Fierstein’s cheeky memoirs do not have the key to a creative mystery. I had better last night (Knopf, 384 pp., $ 30), You’ll find charm and gossip boat roads and some sudden ice water fall into rage. The heart of his playwright is always taking notes, and as Fearstein says, “Jockeys never remember using a whip. Horses never forget.” He certainly did in the 1970s. And don’t forget his childhood and time in the downtown theater scene of the 80’s. Both he explains rich details. These must-see chapters are smooth with makeup and sweat: acting in Brooklyn, anonymous sex on the track, horrifying coming out experiences ( No Please leave a specific kind of photo around the house), a late-night treat on the Warhol Factory tab, his first drug costume, AIDS, love, crush, sadness, and the first upset of victorious talent.
When we reach the oiled rails of his career — he was fast and young and often successful after he broke through — Fiastain had some familiarity with his readers. think. Therefore, Neo Harvey Fight needs to rent “Torch Song Trilogy” and “Lacage Orfores”. To fully understand what he’s talking about, you might also want to find a pirated version of his Broadway performance in “Hairspray” and “Fiddler on the Roof”. He answers frequently asked questions cheerfully (why Arnold has so many bunny tools in “torch songs”?), But readers should be aware: these may not be universally asked questions. Maybe.
