When I was younger, my dad accidentally broke my nose. I forgot to catch the ball, he ambitiously threw to me during a front yard baseball game with my brother and I. It caused an enormous bump on top of what was already a prominent nose.
This only added to my self-consciousness about my looks.
But when I started to be compared to looking like Barbra, I didn’t feel so badly. I always thought she was gorgeous.
Besides…Look at the cover of this book!
To put things in context about my fan-girl status about Barbra…
I had already been pouncing around the house singing all her songs, every time one would come out. If only I could carry a tune.
As a 15th birthday present, my parents took me to the Egyptian Theatre in Hollywood for the screening of her film, “Funny Girl.” I felt like royalty, all dressed up seeing my favorite actress/singer.
To this day…I am still a fan.
So…When her memoir came out, I needed to listen to it.
The question is…Will this be a fair and honest review?
In her prologue, Streisand immediately shares her purpose for writing this vast 900+ page epic story…
“Once you become famous you become public property. I like facts. I’m tired of people making up things about me. After all these years. That is why this story is being written.”
She sees herself as a real person, and this book can share that, and her work and the process behind her work.
And…Off we go to explore the vastness of Streisand’s world.
Learning early on mostly that it begins with loss. The loss of her father, early.
And…A cold, uncommunicative mother. A loving, giving grandfather. Religion. Order. Independence. For her. Because she had to count on herself when she couldn’t count on adults or others to be there for her.
Many childhood experiences taught her to not lower herself to men. The first demonstrated by her unfeeling, unkind, condescending step-father. Nor to go against her word, because her mother didn’t follow through on her promises, and; thus, disappointed her.
As she moves on to share her childhood memories, I wondered why she felt it necessary to share so many small details about her life. From what she ate, to dentist appointments, to lipstick, and so on. As much as it made her more real to readers, it also sounded a bit tedious, and only reminded us that this was a 992-page novel and/or a 48 hours and 14 minutes audiobook.
Would it get more interesting over time?
No doubt, all these details provide readers with a sense of how Barbra comes into her own independence and towards recognizing her own talents that would lead her to finding herself and her adoring audience.
Still…Through her details we learn about her resilience and her willingness to work hard to learn whatever she could to become the actress she wanted to become.
Because that is what she wanted for herself.
Not always realizing the singing voice that stirred within her.
She seriously pursued acting classes, and worked. She talks of her life living simply, and cheaply. Envious of others who had fathers.
There is no doubt this powerful woman has broken down barriers. Between Broadway, Hollywood, the recording industry, and even Washington D.C.
She is a woman everyone knows. You don’t even have to say her last name.
Needless to say…It is interesting to listen to her New Yorkish, 81-year-old-self talk about her past, her insecurities, about growing up deprived, both economically and emotionally.
When we her fans, know her for much, much more.
Yet…This is who she wants us to know.
And…Even as she drops names of the people she knew, Warren Beatty, or Joan Rivers, or Dustin Hoffman, it doesn’t really matter.
Because we know…Her destiny.
But still…Some of these old details seem unimportant. Maybe, she needed to get it out, because it humanizes her, and that is what she wants us to know of her.
To know how important her educated father was, even though she didn’t get him long enough.
To know that her step-father, named Kind, who was anything but, were all apart of molding who she would become.
How tinnitus affected her.
How she appreciated mentors.
But…It was her singing that made the big difference. And her resistance to be the same as everyone else. (They wanted her to bob her nose – thank goodness she chose to keep it! And, to wear nice new clothes when she preferred thrift.)
And how…She still chooses not to be put in a corner. She will always stand out.
And then there were the men…
Some resented her.
Walter Matthau insulted her feeling he had more talent than she did (I won’t repeat his insulting comment to her on the set of “Hello Dolly”). Mike Wallace called her “totally self-absorbed” causing her to break into tears on “60 Minutes.”
Still…There were some men who adored her and would even rewrite music for her.
I would love to see the actual book – not to go through all 992 pages, but to glance the pictures.
So… What did I really think of this book…
Especially listening to the 48 hours and 14 minutes?
Barbra will always be to me…The singer, actress, director, producer, philanthropist, activist, lover, mother, wife, friend, now author.
So very accomplished.
This may have been very, very long…But…I am so very grateful that she gave us this additional gift of her. In her own gravelly, talking voice.