My mom recently read Jane Fonda’s execrable autobiography “My Life So Far”. She says this review by Tom Carson sums the enterprise up perfectly http://www.powells.com/review/2005_07_12.html
Sure made me laugh. See what you think. A couple of paragraphs snipped here for your delectation:
“According to Fonda, she couldn’t have written My Life So Far unless a key insight had (c’mon, guess) “liberated” her to do so: “Coming to see my various individual struggles within a broader societal context enabled me to understand that much of my journey was a universal one for women – played out in different ways and with different outcomes, perhaps, but with common core experiences.” It’s also played out with different incomes – and how much sweeter it is to be universal when you’re traveling first class. Yet if nothing else, her predictably ludicrous but unexpectedly endearing determination to play schoolmarm during her celebrity striptease is enough to settle any remaining doubts about the validity of this woman’s U.S. passport. That Fonda can still be an unconscious narcissist after all these years is triumphant proof that she’s as American as smart bombs and Bozo.”
“Bigger storms are brewing, though. As she jets from L.A. to Vegas to marry Vadim, Watts is on fire down below – “an omen, though I didn’t see it as such at the time,” Fonda reflects. She also doesn’t say of what, tempting us to picture flames that spell out he’s a bum, jane. Then comes 1968: “perhaps the most turbulent, tumultuous year of the century,” she reminds us with nostalgia. She and Vadim have just completed Barbarella, but Jane is restless; filming a silly sci-fi comedy “when so much substantive change was taking place in the world had acted as yeast to my malaise.” She’s also about to give birth to their daughter, and her inner radical is on the verge of blossoming too: “My pregnancy during that fertile year – 1968 – created a rich loam.” Yeast, loam, malaise – suddenly Vadim’s drinking looks so sensible.”
Laugh out loud funny.