Celebrity memoirs can be a challenge to read. And when I say 'challenge', I don't mean interpreting the celebrity's philosophy. When I say 'challenge', I mean wading through the nonsense while staying awake long enough to finish it.
I felt this way when I picked up Stephen Tobolowsky's memoir, 'The Dangerous Animals Club'. "Oh, man," I thought. "Is this person going to tell me anything new? Am I going to find some honesty? Or is the book just crap? And will I stay awake?"
Oh...I stayed awake. His memoir, a joy to behold, was that interesting. Not only did I have the privilege of peering into the mind of Stephen Tobolowsky, I learned quite a bit about his time with finding love and losing it, taking acting classes, physics, and dealing with a cranky toddler. And right off the bat, you learn what 'The Dangerous Animals Club' really is. Or should I say, was.
Besides winning accolades for his acting ('Groundhog Day', 'Heroes', etc.), Stephen has turned out a memoir that showcases his skills as a storyteller. He's entertaining and intelligent. And while he shares with us his memories, good and bad, we discover that we, too, have traveled some of the same roads.
Even though I have always appreciated his acting, it is now his writing that I find a genuine wonder. I split a gut from laughing, despite his deep philosophical questions.
Perhaps you should write a play, Mr. Tobolowsky. You just might earn a Pulitzer.
I'll be one of the first to send you warm congratulations.
'The Dangerous Animals Club' will be published in August 2012, by Simon & Schuster