Four stars for the good parts, which make up about half of the book. But some of this is deadly dull and reads like a therapy journal that no one else ever needs to see.
Mamet is neurotic to the extreme, very insecure and kind of a basket case. She's also a good writer. That combination makes for some entertaining chapters, but too much of this is devoted to repetitive whining about her weight, poor self-image, drug usage, drinking, non-stop lying, underage partying, and being a little rich kid who was shuttled between celebrity parents. How this differs from most other similar life stories is that here the author doesn't dwell on her vices nor celebrate her debauchery.
There are a lot of unanswered questions as she eschewed a traditional "memoir" in terms of writing "essays" that aren't meant to just spit out her life story. What do we make of her sketchy overview of childhood, barely mentioning her famous parents? Why did this Jewish family send their daughter to Christian school for her formative years? And where were the adults when teen Zosia was doing naughty things she was years away from being ready for? "I threw in the towel on my puritan behavior and stepped into the persona of an all-out hellion." But only in the middle of the night with her other rich wild friends and never at home.
This is all carefully constructed and at times over the top, like a creative writing project from this woman who never went to college (she calls school "prison"). She gives non-stop analogies that often make no sense, she's got the worst memory in the history of autobiographies, and she ties up each chapter with what's supposed to be a zinger but it often seems too crafted instead of crafty.
There are a number of chapters that we could have done without. Her having her period in the car on the way to an audition may seem funny to some, but it was disgusting. Then Mamet mentions what she claims as being raped but in truth after she was supposedly assaulted (which she admits she has no recollection of and blames it on his giving her a drugged drink) she had sex again with the guy when she was fully sober, invited him to stay with her, went to pick him up at the airport, and even stuck with him for a while. Years later she should not be presenting this as her being a victim--she liked his manliness and welcomed him. Either she is mischaracterizing their first sexual encounter or she's really, really dumb (which she's not afraid to admit).
Normal I'd give this three stars, but what elevates this beyond most memoirs is the woman's self-awareness. She knows she's doing all these things but thinks she can't stop herself. As she details her wild period she claims to have hated all the drugs, sleeping around, and eating disorders she had while she was doing them. This is not a celebration of her vices, as are most celebrity autobiographies, but a warning sign to others and her future self to stop the addictions however you can, find help to accept yourself, and have the ability to say "no."
There's a chapter where she tries to get all feminist and anti-male, in her understated way, but it's misguided. First, she justifiably slams the "dozens of" doctors that ignored her vaginal pain and excused it away as just in her head. Mamet is totally correct that these high-degreed medical quacks are bad at their jobs, but being male has nothing to do with it. There are plenty of bad female health care workers too, and male patients are told they're imagining things as well.
Second, when something similar happens at her film shoot she draws the conclusion that she let men take advantage of her "because I didn't want to seem difficult. Because difficult for an actress, or really any woman, is an incurable leprosy." Um, honey, that's true for men too! If any guy at work tries to go against the system or stand up to an unreasonable pushy person of any gender or color, then he is classified as difficult. You are in an industry filled with self-centered wokeism where those that think outside what's politically correct are fired and banned. So put down the feminist flag-waving and take a stand for ALL humans that are mistreated by those trying to classify those they disagree with as being difficult and should be removed.
And most importantly--she clearly states that her abuse of drugs and alcohol led to her memory issues, health problems, and psychological troubles later in life. Almost no autobiographer makes that connection, despite 99% of them being young substance abusers and it being the obvious reason so many supposedly successful people are depressed or suffer as they age. At one point Zosia even states she wished she could do her teen years over and avoid the excess. Another rarity.
The weird part is that there's almost nothing funny about any of the book. And her high-schoolish prose detracts from what could have been more entertaining stories. So if you're looking for a humorous set of essays you'll be disappointed, as you will be if you want her to spill much about her career beyond the audition process. She does tell one major story about an unnamed series where she was verbally abused (online you can figure it out, it's "Mad Men") but this should have been less "woe is me" and given readers more to laugh about.
So to answer the title--no, this doesn't make Zosia Mamet funny, but it does prove she's great at insecure self-deprecation.