Paula Froelich isn't much of a reviewer. Obviously she is in love with her naughty and nice idea and isn't really invested in the books. I wonder if she even bothered to read them. I listened to the audio book of Henry Winkler's memoir, which he read alternatively with his wife Stacey. It is partly a Hollywood memoir, but mostly it is an inspiring story of a man overcoming dyslexia to succeed in a profession where reading is critical. Winkler's father was a German SOB who escaped Hitler's Germany with his family just as the gate closed. He didn't bother to tell his wife they would not be returning. The rest of the family was murdered by the Nazis, and his mother had a nervous breakdown and never really recovered. His father dubbed Henry "the dumb dog" because he couldn't read and failed at his studies. Winkler only learned he had a defined learning problem when he was in his 30s, and his stepson was struggling in school. He has gone on to create, with a co-writer, a series of children's books featuring a child with dyslexia. I met him in the 90s when he was just starting out on the dyslexia speaking circuit. That is really the essence of the book, which you would not know from this insipid review.
Thank you for your service . Or in the neocons Favorite phrase ‘I will read it over there so you don’t have too’ I will try your tip on the Cult book as anything that compares to Sedaris has to be funny.
This article and all the commenters critiquing the psyches & intellect of both the celebrity authors & their readers brought to mind a dentist I used to go to.
This dentist told me once how he hated People Magazine with all its gushing & blabbing about narcissistic Hollyweird celebrities. He thought it ghastly, common and stupid.
But alas, so many of his clients kept bugging him for People magazine that he felt strong-armed and from then on, he ordered multiple copies every month. Apparently People Magazine is some type of antidote to dental office dread. Hmmmm. Perhaps there is some parallel here with daily life? Luckily I do fine decompressing with much cheaper daytime TV and other drivel.
I'm sure Barbra Strisand has an interesting story to tell but I sure AF am not willing to wade through 970 pages to find out what it is. I might take a look at Henry Winkler's book though.
I asked "who cares" for all of these, except The Fonz. Who doesn't like Arthur Fonzarelli?
I did notice that the cover of Leslie Jones' memoir (I have no clue who she is and won't bother googling it find out) says it's a NYT bestseller and yet only sold 16k copies. If that's all it takes to be able to slap that on a cover, I think I can get a few cousins and their friends to buy my memoir. I'm looking forward to being able to add that milestone to my LinkedIn profile.
I don't know about everyone else, but here's a celeb bio that was never written and would have outsold all the above lame efforts. Remember when Kramer sold his life story to Mr. Peterman? When Peterman jazzed up the stories for dramatic effect Kramer was so offended that he demanded the memoirs back before publication. Instead, Peterman laughed him out of his office, prompting Kramer to begin the "Peterman Reality Tour". He hired a bus to show out of town visitors how phony Peterman's "jungle explorer" image really was. A real trip to the far side that, es verdad?
Well, must have been a slow news day. I have yet to understand why anybody would waste hours of their lives reading such crap. Unless, of course, if you want to learn what not to do in your life.
Loved you on Page Six at The Post, Paula! Hope things are going well at News Nation.
Paula Froelich isn't much of a reviewer. Obviously she is in love with her naughty and nice idea and isn't really invested in the books. I wonder if she even bothered to read them. I listened to the audio book of Henry Winkler's memoir, which he read alternatively with his wife Stacey. It is partly a Hollywood memoir, but mostly it is an inspiring story of a man overcoming dyslexia to succeed in a profession where reading is critical. Winkler's father was a German SOB who escaped Hitler's Germany with his family just as the gate closed. He didn't bother to tell his wife they would not be returning. The rest of the family was murdered by the Nazis, and his mother had a nervous breakdown and never really recovered. His father dubbed Henry "the dumb dog" because he couldn't read and failed at his studies. Winkler only learned he had a defined learning problem when he was in his 30s, and his stepson was struggling in school. He has gone on to create, with a co-writer, a series of children's books featuring a child with dyslexia. I met him in the 90s when he was just starting out on the dyslexia speaking circuit. That is really the essence of the book, which you would not know from this insipid review.
Thank you for this offering...confirmed for me why I don't read celebrity books...g.
Re: Arnold. Too easy for the writer to be snotty. Also kind of lazy.
Thank you for your service . Or in the neocons Favorite phrase ‘I will read it over there so you don’t have too’ I will try your tip on the Cult book as anything that compares to Sedaris has to be funny.
This article and all the commenters critiquing the psyches & intellect of both the celebrity authors & their readers brought to mind a dentist I used to go to.
This dentist told me once how he hated People Magazine with all its gushing & blabbing about narcissistic Hollyweird celebrities. He thought it ghastly, common and stupid.
But alas, so many of his clients kept bugging him for People magazine that he felt strong-armed and from then on, he ordered multiple copies every month. Apparently People Magazine is some type of antidote to dental office dread. Hmmmm. Perhaps there is some parallel here with daily life? Luckily I do fine decompressing with much cheaper daytime TV and other drivel.
Why would anyone read all of this self-indulgent dribble? Is this part of the Bari Weiss' Democratic Party Rehabilitation Project?
"Who's naughty. Who's nice." Who cares?
Yeah.......hard pass on all these books. They could give a shit about my thoughts, and, me the same about “celebrities”.
Can I add one more? "My Effin Life" by Geddy Lee.
At least Lee has discernable ability.
I'm sure Barbra Strisand has an interesting story to tell but I sure AF am not willing to wade through 970 pages to find out what it is. I might take a look at Henry Winkler's book though.
I asked "who cares" for all of these, except The Fonz. Who doesn't like Arthur Fonzarelli?
I did notice that the cover of Leslie Jones' memoir (I have no clue who she is and won't bother googling it find out) says it's a NYT bestseller and yet only sold 16k copies. If that's all it takes to be able to slap that on a cover, I think I can get a few cousins and their friends to buy my memoir. I'm looking forward to being able to add that milestone to my LinkedIn profile.
I don't know about everyone else, but here's a celeb bio that was never written and would have outsold all the above lame efforts. Remember when Kramer sold his life story to Mr. Peterman? When Peterman jazzed up the stories for dramatic effect Kramer was so offended that he demanded the memoirs back before publication. Instead, Peterman laughed him out of his office, prompting Kramer to begin the "Peterman Reality Tour". He hired a bus to show out of town visitors how phony Peterman's "jungle explorer" image really was. A real trip to the far side that, es verdad?
Who are these people? Or in other words....I couldn't care less what any of them has to say. Click, click....delete!
I for one really like celebrity memoirs. I find even the uninteresting ones compelling on some level.
Well, must have been a slow news day. I have yet to understand why anybody would waste hours of their lives reading such crap. Unless, of course, if you want to learn what not to do in your life.
Barbra Streisand's book and the Bill Clinton worship... all I can see is him on Jeffrey Epstein's plane going to the private island with underage girls (https://www.vanityfair.com/news/2019/07/horrors-of-jeffrey-epstein-private-island). I'm not buying her ghostwritten tome to herself for this reason alone.