I want to make it clear at the outset that my middling three-star rating for this book in no way reflects my feelings about Cher, whom I have loved since I was a little girl. She wasn’t much more than a child herself when I discovered The Sonny & Cher Comedy Hour, but I didn’t know that then. I thought she was one of the coolest adults I’d seen. In an era when America’s idea of beauty was white, blue-eyed blondes with conventional features (even more than it is now), I thought her exotic look was gorgeous, her sense of humor hilarious, and her belt-it-out song delivery delicious. And no matter what you may think of her talent level, she is always wonderfully, entertainingly, unabashedly herself.
This book is a rigidly chronological recounting of Cher Sarkisian’s life events, including her grandparents’ and parents’ backgrounds, which had a huge influence on her upbringing. And a very chaotic upbringing it was, with her mother always chasing new opportunities, mostly in the form of various husbands who could provide her and her two daughters a decent and stable lifestyle, a strategy that was only occasionally successful. There were plenty of stepfathers of different social classes, economic success, and temperaments, and much moving around.
In addition to stories about her crazy childhood, there was also plenty of drama in the rise of her partnership in Sonny & Cher, their break-up, her second marriage to Greg Allman, and her subsequent floundering about for her next phase in her mid-30s, bringing us up to 1980 at the end of Part One.. I learned a lot about her life that I didn’t know. You’ll notice that this volume is called Cher: Part One: The Memoir. She is currently 78 and the second half of her life will, I assume, be covered in Cher: Part Two.
While the title calls it a memoir, this appeared to me to be more of an autobiography, with a straight-forward episodic telling of her life story. While there is some explanation about her experiences and motivations based on later self-awareness, I would have appreciated a more careful selection of experiences that would have allowed more reflection and personal revelations about lessons learned from her indisputably full, busy, and eventful life. I think it would also have been better if the text had been more streamlined and more thoughtfully edited. Some of the anecdotes were sometimes a little bloated, often including tangential factoids of dubious value. While some of this may have been for historical context, there were quite a few occasions when the unnecessary verbiage related to some experience, description, or colleague seemed to contribute nothing but word count. Could this have been a desire on the part of the publisher to expand her story to two volumes? But this is a minor quibble.
But all in all, I enjoyed the first half of Cher’s life story well enough. The stories were entertaining and very much in her style of expressing herself. In fact, instead of the sort of non-voice I usually experience when I read silently, with the words just translating themselves silently in my brain into imagery and ideas with no noticeable audio, while reading Cher, I could actually hear in my head Cher’s distinctive contralto voice and unique inflections that are so familiar to me after all these decades of fandom, which was kind of fun.