The 1970s weren't an easy decade for Williams but this is a first rate memoir - the writing is tight, clever, wry, warm. He was always good on himself. Honest. Maybe too accepting of flaws... a little restraint wouldn't have hurt.
John Waters wrote an entertaining introduction posing the question what would have happened had he lived. I wonder. Amazing work ethic.
Full of colourful characters: his sister Rose, mother, father, Gore Vidal and Truman Capote, Frank Merlo, Tallulah Bankhead, Maria St Just, David Merrick, Elia Kazan, Brando. There's lots of gay sex - like a lot. And pill popping and meltdowns and cracking up.
Williams writes with lucidity and power. His skills had not deserted him.
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