Leading Lady: a Memoir of a Most Unusual Boy is almost a hybrid tale of the theater. Charles Busch—its writer and subject—is a famous drag queen, a term which he only later in life accepted. For, in his eyes, he was a man playing women’s roles. Early in his career, he accepted that he would never get noticed trying to be someone he wasn’t: a man playing men’s roles. He identified with women, not as a transgender person but as an emotional being. And thus his career began. And why is this a hybrid tale? Busch, early on, did wild satires that were part of “fringe” theater, that segment of off-Broadway plays that were low budget and definitely not mainstream. They were satires of old movies, a subject Busch is very much familiar with, and these productions began to attract audiences, not just among the crowd that would frequent such productions but celebrities kept popping up in his audiences. And so his fame began from a brand of theater that usually was confined to a specific and decidedly not mainstream audience, and that fame led to writing for Broadway (a very successful play,) films, appearances at events featuring old film stars, Joan Rivers, and others, and his writing the book (that’s the script) for a musical that was sabotaged, for the most part, by its demanding star. Telling all this, Busch maintains a sense of humor, getting off a few laugh-out-loud wisecracks, but also telling the heartfelt tale of a very conservative aunt who loved him deeply and supported him without question. This is a theater tale like no other, full of name-dropping, triumphs, failures, and a life lived unapologetically.