I don’t normally read biographies or autobiographies. The last one I truly enjoyed was WC Fields & Me which was a 1971 memoir by his girlfriend Carlotta Monti and read because my father had turned me on to Fields when I was a kid. The man was less than his talent but the lines Fields threw away under his whiskeyed breath were funnier than A material from today’s A List comics and Monti threw in a little sex which wreaked havoc with my impressionable teen angst. I also enjoyed Brad Park’s autobiography from the same year Play The Man.. If you don’t know who Brad Park is well…. it’s okay.
