Regular
Reed-ers know I enjoy the comedy and I'm a sucker for a comedian's memoir/autobiography with its attendant yuck-yucks, ha-has, and
squirting flowers. In the '90's and early '00's, you couldn't shake a
salami without hitting this type of book and they all seemed to have
made it to the bestseller lists: Paul Reiser, Jerry Seinfeld, Dennis
Miller, Cosby, Louie Anderson. Even hacks like Tim Allen and Brett
Butler sold a ton of books.
However, it
appears that formula is no longer a way to move the comedian book any
more. Instead of funny stories about breaking into the biz and some
personal anecdotes meant to show how they're just reg'lar though funny folks, now
the book needs to serve another function. Carol Leifer's book is a
thinly veiled business self-help book. In it, she tells her story and
passes on wisdom that is designed to help you “get ahead”. Oy.
Now
I realize Leifer isn't the household name that Jerry Seinfeld is but
she rode that same bus, performing alongside most of the
aforementioned comics and is a successful stand up and comedy writer
(including writing for Seinfeld and Modern Family). She was among the small group of successful women who stood in front of fake brick walls with a mic and a stool and did her bit and I was the dorky kid who devoured all those specials and syndicated shows on TV and watched all those comics stand in front of fake brick walls and do their bits.
Certainly, the stories are there but they feel watered down. Reimagining the
stories as a way up the ladder, “whatever your business”, left me
flat. The chief cruelty is the use of parenthetical statements in which “joke goes here” as though with a wink.
Carol,
I've always enjoyed your work but this book just doesn't do right by
you. I wish it had.
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