Rob Lowe is among a few special artists I value as riveting, compassionate authors. I wish I could meet them to discuss things that reached me. “Stories I Only Tell My Friends” alluringly crafted the amazing events it related. I am not into audio CDs and want to hear it.
The follow-up does not reach its magnitude but achieved five star pleasure for me. I was less invested in a story or two. The Lowe family was covered more than familiar figures, although acquainting them is the privilege of autobiographies. I genuinely hope their dog lived through Matthew’s university years. Mainly, the stories opened without a dramatic surge, like Rob’s “Star Wars” saga.
I was jubilant that he discussed rehab. Someone dear to me is finishing it! The pain of Rob’s therapy group upon hearing that kids killed a baby Brother, was horrifying. That poor man drank in secret blame for 30 years, although he had only been a toddler too.
For personal resonance and perspectives, written knowledgeably and superbly, Rob was the perfect artist for me to acquaint because I only knew a few of his films. He wrote the best approximation of how hard it is to be an actor. He wryly called it a class but his message is astute: be prepared to change lines, wardrobe, schedule, and location on the fly.... Then be pressured for a single take performance, when the sky holds only one more hour of daylight.
I have not heard acting strategies like his either: imagine things you can really do. Rob Lowe received accolades for “The Stand”. He was not deaf but could play someone pretending to be deaf.... Fooling Bill Clinton with a saxophone is well known but now I know how it took place.
The final subject was important, which I happened to see on the show “Mom” at the same time. If a recovered addict has alcohol accidentally, it is okay. The sobriety you built is safe. “Love Life” is a treasure I am glad to have in hardcover.