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Debbie and Carrie: Literary Grey Gardeners

2016 took far more than its fair share of entertainment icons, and we’re still reeling from the late-December twin deaths of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. Though the women’s dual departure was devastating, it was hardly shocking to anyone familiar with their powerful entwinement; the two Hollywood royals even lived on the same compound at the time of their deaths. In their wake, they leave an extraordinary body of work – not just on celluloid but in print. (Fisher’s The Princess Diarist, an account of her portrayal of Princess Leia in the original “Star Wars” movie, was published only a week before she died.) Here’s a rundown of their three best tomes.

Unsinkable-Debbie Reynolds
Published in 2013, this memoir picks up where Reynolds’s first memoir, Debbie: My Life, leaves off. I’m a fan of that 1988 book; in it, she dishes hard about how ex-husband, crooner Eddie Fisher, famously left her with two young kids for Elizabeth Taylor after the death of Taylor’s husband Mike Todd, also Fisher’s best friend. (The two couples were so close that Carrie’s brother Todd is named after the late movie producer.) But Unsinkable is even juicier, and, given that it achieves the same breathless candor as its predecessor (which was co-written with David P. Columbia), I suspect Debbie merely relied on ghostwriters to organize her thoughts. Continue Reading →

Here at Gracie Rosmansion

It is 11:18 pm and my house is finally clean, de-Christmassed, and organized for the major brain-and barn-storming that the rest of this month requires. Just as I reenter the apartment after toting the last bag of pine needles-laden trash down to the curb, a certain permakitten strides casual-Friday out of her hiding place and leaps into my arms. Man, we are so Grace Gardens.

Six Eyes

I just got my first pair of reading glasses. Since I already wear corrective lenses for myopia, the doctor blithely informed me I was a prime candidate for bifocals. Of course, he referred to them as “progressives,” a term I am convinced was invented to make Generation Xers feel better about becoming their parents. I also am convinced that my memoir will be entitled I Need Glasses to Find My Glasses. Unrelated: I am old I am old I am old.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy