If you’re anything like me, you have real problems with Broadway legends hating your guts. And you just wish this was an experience that was represented in literature and, dare I say, the cultural zeitgeist.
I know. I know! Patti LuPone hasn’t spoken to me in years. Or ever. But still.
Thankfully, there’s a new book that addresses all of this and more. In Bernadette Peters Hates Me: True Tales From A Delusional Man, Keith Stewart shares his difficult journey as the target of Ms. Peters’ disdain.
Actually, that’s only one essay. But it’s a doozy. And isn’t the cover cool?
This slim volume is like a bar of rich dark chocolate. You just need a little bite at a time because it’s so good. Now, you can totally gorge yourself and that’s cool. But I found this was a book to be savored.
And maybe that makes it sound high brow. But … nooooo. Keith covers such universal topics as:
- When your family gets in a rumble with another faction of the family at a funeral.
- Going to the post office in your underwear.
- That time granny hid her handbag in the washing machine, forgot about it, and then did a load of wash, which set off the loaded pistol in said pocketbook.
- When your family breaks a church window during a funeral and then can’t stop laughing but COME ON, they were playing “Freebird” on a cassette boom box.
Also, there’s an essay entitled, “Hot Yoga, or How to Self-Administer Your Own Stroke.”
I want to be his best friend.
You can check out Keith’s writing over at his blog, A Strong Man’s Cup of Tea. But be sure to support this first-time author by picking up his book, too. Here, we give it 5 out of 5 slightly unhinged dachshunds.
What have you been reading lately?