C 1989. 1925-1990
Amazingly, it seems the book was published before he died [1990] -- maybe they worked on it after his diagnosis of throat cancer? [1988]
Anyway, they let it end on an upbeat, the traveling tour of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Sammy. Wikipedia says nearly right away Martin quarrelled with Sinatra and left, whereupon Liza MInelli took his place. And then after a few concerts Davis had to stop because of the throat cancer. But we only hear about the happy first performance.
ALCOHOL had such a huge place in DAvis's life, and he describes that role in great detail. Along with the boozing went staying up all night nearly every night, some drugs, lots of sex, and lots and lots of people, many of them strangers, being invited to party.
We see clearly how this lifestyle was incompatible with a meaningful relationship with his wife May Britt, and their children.
Amazingly, at age 50???, when told by a medical specialist that either he stayed off alcohol entirely or he would die -- and that he was lucky he was not 'chemically addicted' to alcohol [so no dts, withdrawal symptoms] -- Davis literally did stop drinking.
He mentions later what he missed about alcohol, the little feelings, using it as a crutch to prepare for performances and so on. And describes his remarkable new lifestyle -- giving himself hours a day of alone time, cooking for himself, resting up and preparing mentally for each performance, going to bed on time. I can't imagine there are many people who can so totally change/reform their daily habits.
It allowed him to live to age 65.
Early chapters describe in searing detail many experiences of racial taunting and brutal violence [in the army and elsewhere], plus exclusion from hotels, bars, casinos, restaurants. He'd be paid to perform in, but not visit, these Las Vegas places.
And even earlier, his childhood experiences of performing 'Negro vaudeville' with his father and uncle. We need to hear these stories, however disheartening.
Davis got a lot of help from a lot of people he worked with, and he gives each of them full credit [as far as I can tell...] and so many of them stayed with him for decades. So he must have had a sincerity and caring about him, and loyalty himself...
We also can imagine, from all his descriptions, how nearly impossible it was for him to be sensible about spending money. You might call it an addiction, but it gave him such a charge to be able to just on the spur of the moment buy an expensive mink coat or diamond bracelet for a girlfriend or any other friend. And to be able to give huge parties and invite all his friends and acquaintances.
Quite a long chapter trying to justify his support for Pres. Nixon, whereas earlier he had always supported Democrats. Many prominent Democrats, both white and black, cold-shouldered him after he switched to Nixon, having been convinced that Nixon was taking more concrete action than Dems to help black people.