Are You Hungry, Dear?: Life, Laughs, and Lasagna

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Get to know Doris Roberts-and catch her wit, style, and zest for life in this candid autobiography. She plays the ultimate mother who smothers on top-rated sitcom "Everybody Loves Raymond," but her Emmy Award winning role is just part of Doris Roberts' story. In this delightful book, Doris reveals everything: from how she got her start in the world of Broadway to the choices she made that built a career and plunged her into a tough but satisfying life. Doris is thoroughly honest about life, about motherhood, ...

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Overview

Get to know Doris Roberts-and catch her wit, style, and zest for life in this candid autobiography. She plays the ultimate mother who smothers on top-rated sitcom "Everybody Loves Raymond," but her Emmy Award winning role is just part of Doris Roberts' story. In this delightful book, Doris reveals everything: from how she got her start in the world of Broadway to the choices she made that built a career and plunged her into a tough but satisfying life. Doris is thoroughly honest about life, about motherhood, about marriage, and about working in and out of the spotlight.

Doris is warm, she's real, and she's funny. Every page of this book sparkles with her personality, her opinions and her passions-including her passion for food. Each chapter is spiked with a wonderful recipe, chosen from the many she's collected over the years.

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"Doris Roberts knows how to tell a life story and she does that here. Don't miss this book."- Liz Smith

"...an agreeable visit with a chatty old friend."- Kirkus Reviews

Liz Smith
"Doris Roberts knows how to tell a life story and she does that here. Don't miss this book.
Publishers Weekly
Roberts, who plays Marie Barone on the sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond, uses her TV character's preoccupation with food to underscore her own needs in this memoir. Her autobiography isn't a sexy tell-all, but it's honest and life-affirming. Roberts was desperate for love and attention. What she got was a hardscrabble childhood, two tough marriages and a career she adored. She repeats her mantra-"I am a survivor"-throughout the book, along with her recipes. These delectable treats-lasagna, chicken crepes, flourless chocolate cake-match moods or milestones in her life. It's a cute, though not innovative, way of breaking up her tale. Roberts's dad left at her birth, her indifferent grandparents raised her in the Bronx, and her mother never paid her a compliment. Still, by age 11, she decided to be an actress, and she got some terrific breaks, due as much to talent as tenacity. That she pursued her dreams while raising a son is laudable, especially with little help from her family. A hardworking actress fond of peppering her prose with homilies (e.g., "If you want life to surprise you, you've got to be open to it rather than defending against it"), Roberts saves the best part of her saga-the early years, the struggle, the triumphs-for the last third of the book. Still, readers will applaud her victories, even if the recounting is less than stellar. (May) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Best known for her role as Marie Barone on the sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond, Emmy-winning actress Roberts gathers anecdotes from her life as an entertainer for this warm, revealing memoir. She recounts her childhood, being raised by undemonstrative grandparents in the Bronx while her mother tried to earn money after her husband left. Deciding at age 11 to become an actress, Roberts clung tenaciously to her dream until it came true. With a fortunate break she landed a role on Broadway (Last of the Red Hot Lovers), moved to film (A New Leaf), and then on to television (Remington Steel), all while raising her son alone. Having opinions on such topics as spaghetti sauce, ageism, getting along with daughters-in-law, and trying to lose weight, the author expresses herself with humor and enthusiasm that make up for the occasional platitude. Part of this memoir's charm comes from Roberts's reading; with her Bronx accent still evident, she sounds like a mother talking to her children. Her fans will love this book. Tape and CD quality are excellent. Recommended for large public libraries.-Nancy R. Ives, SUNY at Geneseo Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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With wry humor and good sense, the Emmy-winning Italian-American Mom of Everybody Loves Raymond offers advice, recipes, and reminiscences about personal and professional good and bad times. This is not one of those linear memoirs that proceed from humble birth to exalted present. Instead, Roberts sidetracks here, detours there, but cumulatively offers up a lively if discursive account of her life. She accompanies each chapter with an appropriate recipe, usually an example of good Italian home cooking like her potato salad or lasagna. Beginning with an assessment of Marie, the character she plays in the hit comedy, Roberts revisits particular times, experiences, and relationships. Now in her 70s, expected when young to marry early and stay home raising the children, she admits to loving Marie because if things had turned out differently she too could have been such an overbearing mother. In other chapters, Roberts describes the unusual annual Christmas party she throws for the cast ("the greed party, where guests scheme to get the gifts they want"), recalls how she landed the part; and expresses the satisfaction she gets from still being able to work. Without self-pity she describes a lonely childhood: her taciturn, critical, and divorced mother had to work, and Doris was left with grandparents who regarded her as imposition. Only an uncle gave her a sense of worth that enabled Roberts to survive her first marriage (to a man she supported while he went to law school) and difficult early attempts to become an actress. Her second husband was the love of her life, she has one son and three grandchildren, and she happily details the joys of motherhood. She seasons everything with insights shepicked up along the way: the value of perseverance, a positive attitude (think pink rather than angry red), and accepting who you are. An agreeable visit with a chatty old friend.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780312312275
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 3/17/2004
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 0.79 (d)

Meet the Author

Doris Roberts was raised in the Bronx and has worked as an actress in theater, film and television. Her career has spanned fifty years, and she has won numerous awards, including four Emmys.

Danelle Morton has written five books. They both live in Los Angeles, California.

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Are You Hungry, Dear?

Part OneLife with RaymondChapter 1Marie and MeWhen fans come up to me on the street to hug me these days, I'm not sure that they love me, or my television alter ego, Marie Barone. The popularity of the show proves that Everybody Loves Raymond, but I know that just as many of them love Marie, the woman who has come to personify everything we adore and dread about family. Marie clearly loves her family with all her heart, worries about them more than she should, and would do anything to keep them fed, happy, and safe. The problem is that her version of what's good for them differs in a lot of ways from what most of them want for themselves. In this way, she is like me—like every mother, in fact. In short, Marie is one of the world's all-time most meddlesome mothers.I know a lot about being a meddlesome mom. Not only have I played that role in my life off screen, I've been cast as the mother of many stars of stage and screen. In fact, I keep a list in my purse of those I've mothered. The list includes Billy Crystal twice (The Rabbit Test and My Giant), Bette Midler (The Rose), Tony Danza (Mama Mia), Donna Pescow (Angie), Robbie Benson (California Girls), Marlo Thomas (It Happened One Christmas), Charles Grodin (The Heartbreak Kid), Linda Lavin (Alice), Chevy Chase (NationalLampoon Christmas Vacation), Valerie Harper's mother-in-law (Rhoda), David Spade (Dickie Roberts, Child Actor), and of course Brad Garrett and Ray Romano. Of all the mothers I've portrayed, Marie is the one who has solidified my reputation as "The Mother of Them All." The mother of all Mothers, or, as they said in Shaft "one Badd Mother."Since I have been spending four days a week every week for seven years with a group of people who all are pretty good at pretending to be a family, it's no wonder that it has begun to feel as though I really am the mother of the cast of Everybody Loves Raymond.The home-like atmosphere of the set is part of what reinforces my maternal instincts. The set of Everybody Loves Raymond is a family-friendly place where the cast is permitted to bring their children. I know the many children of all of my colleagues quite well. When we're working on a show, it's not unusual to see one of Ray's four kids sitting tall in the big director's chair observing his daddy at work. And when I go upstairs to the playroom and school room the show maintains for the Sweeten children—Madylin Sweeten, who plays Ray and Debra's oldest daughter, and her twin brothers Sullivan and Sawyer Sweeten, who play the twins—I never know whose children might be among the toys and games. During a break in filming, the kids have the free run of the set and all of us feel responsible for their welfare, something that makes the set a very loving place.This family feeling extends all the way through the crew as well, as was evidenced a few seasons back when my sitcom husband Peter Boyle had a heart attack. I had been at a benefit with Peter the night before and had noticed something different about him. He was quiet, which is not his normal social style, and his face was ashy. When I asked how he was feeling, he told me it was nothing. Men are so terrible when it comes to illness. They never want to admit to any weakness and always believe they can just ride it through.The next day, on the set, Peter complained of chest pains. The first assistant director, Randy Suhr, had been on the set of a movie with Jack Lemmon when he had a heart attack. He spotted similar symptoms in Peter and called for an ambulance without asking him if he wanted one. He knew Peter well enough to realize that if he'd asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital, Peter would have said no and tried to tough it out. When the ambulance arrived, it turned out that Randy was right. Peter was actually having a heart attack when the ambulance came. Fortunately this came at the end of the season and he was able to do his recuperation during our hiatus.The show has definitely benefited from the fact that almost all of the staff are very involved in their own families and the writers exploit their family dilemmas for comic effect on the show. Another thing that blurs the line between where Marie ends and I begin is the way I dress on the show, a way that is unique for my body type but also greatly influenced by the clothes worn by producer Phil Rosenthal's mother.From the very beginning Marie has had a particular look about her, a look I developed with the help of years of experience with this particular body and the costume designer Simon Tuke. It's based on the fact that I look best with dark colors underneath and wonderfully colorful tops. Less for me is better. I don't like a lot of material on my body because it just makes it look huge. He also knows he can't use drop shoulders or dolman sleeves because they make me look too bulky. All the blouses are over blouses that are long enough to cover up and minimize my behind.It's camouflage and fashion at the same time. The outfits are fashionable and slimming without looking like old lady muumuus. I cannot tell you how many people send me fan mail asking where I got my outfits. At Phil's insistence, I always wear a pin because his mother does. My favorite is the one with little cherries and matching little cherry earrings. Marie is a great fan of seasonal jewelry, as are many women my age. I've always got a pin that reflects the holiday:a Christmas wreath or tree during the holidays, a shamrock for St. Patrick's, or an Easter Bunny in the spring.As with the wardrobe, the episodes are based on reality and nothing is really forced. For example, the famous episode where I drove my car through Raymond's living room was based on something that happened with one writer's cousin and aunt. When the car smashed through the front door in that episode, we got the longest laugh I'd ever heard on television. When I emerged as the driver of the car, that laugh topped the previous one. Although it was my foot that stepped on the gas instead of the brake with the car in reverse, I came out blaming Frank for not getting the brakes fixed. Frank was much more concerned about the damage to his car than he was about the fact that it was parked in his son's living room and quickly developed a scheme to bilk the insurance companies out of money with the repairs.I love the Raymond set, which the set decorators have outfitted just like a real house. I've always adored the clutter of Ray and Debra's home, with its masses of toys and stuffed animals heaped on the stairs, just like the living room of anyone raising three young children. I also love Frank and Marie's place for its whiff of great sitcom scenes past. The kitchen is the kitchen that was used in All In The Family with only a few minor changes to update it. Marie's living room is very evocative for me, a place that blends my real family and my sitcom one. I was delighted by the plastic slipcovers on the living room upholstery when I saw them for the first time. I had an aunt who covered her furniture the same way to save it for mythical "good company" who never arrived. In fact, we did an episode about these slipcovers. Debra convinced Marie she had to take them off because they were so unstylish and uncomfortable. When the boys sat down on the naked sofa for the first time, they looked more uneasy than they ever did on the plastic covers.The piano at Frank and Marie's has a special place in my heartas well. It's a real piano, the one I taught Raymond to play on. Listen to me! You'd think I actually did teach him and he was my son. I can be forgiven, I suppose, because of the episode we did where I tried to refresh his mind about his childhood musical education. Marie was a music teacher when her kids were young and when she tried to remind Raymond of all he knew, that part of her returned with a vengeance. She chided him for his posture and his finger positioning and continually made him stand up so she could get him a simpler lesson book to start on because his form was so bad. It was a funny episode, but it also said something about Marie and the world of art and culture she tried to bring to her family.I love Marie because I understand her. If things had turned out differently in my life, I might have been Marie. Women of my age group were told by society to get married early and have babies. After the kids were grown, their usefulness was fulfilled. That was pretty much all they could expect from life. I have another life, but the Maries of the world don't. They have spent their whole lives caring for their families.A lot of these women are brilliant, but haven't had a chance to use those smarts on anyone except their poor families. They have husbands they've been feeding for forty years, and in the last twenty serving as a short-order cook for anyone who came into the house. You know the women I'm talking about. They've got an incredible instinct for the regular order of things. They can walk into a room and notice that a chair is just a little out of place, and from that one observation know instantly that something is not right in the household. It's almost an animal instinct. Like when a dog can predict an earthquake or smell fear. Or pees on the carpet so everybody knows it's her territory. The house is her realm, her seat of power, and she always knows when something is amiss.When little kids think that their mothers have eyes in the back of their heads, those are the eyes of Marie. She can hear when someoneis opening the refrigerator. She knows the sound of a milk carton being taken out of its slot on the refrigerator door, and she can guess, because of the sequence and the timing, that her son has not bothered to get a glass to put his drink in. So, as Raymond lifts the carton to his mouth to take a swig, he is completely unnerved by the voice from the living room that yells out: "How many times do I have to tell you, we don't drink out of the carton? We're not animals. Get a glass!" This is a voice that remains in their heads long after they've moved out, and well into their third or fourth year of therapy.How did she know? How could she not know? Every room of the house is wired into her central nervous system. It's a place she's ruled for forty years, and she doesn't need motion detectors to know where everyone is and exactly what they are doing. Part of it is instinct, and part of it is experience. She's made a lifelong study of the characters in her house and she knows their habits and flaws, especially the latter. I'm sure even Jesus would have gotten his share of nagging, if Marie had been his mom. "You'll heal a leper, sure. but your room looks like a manger."She knows that if it's four o'clock on a Sunday afternoon she'll find her husband Frank, played so brilliantly by my friend Peter Boyle, parked in front of the television watching the game. From the kitchen, where she's fixing the ziti that he'll be craving in about fifteen minutes, she can yell to her husband (without walking into the living room to verify that it's true): "Frank, stop scratching yourself and wash up. The ziti's almost ready."Does this make her irritating, or loving? (Or perhaps she's just sure that Frank still has that rash?)It doesn't matter. In most families, one comes with the other.It's irritating to have another person know you so well that she anticipates what you're going to do before you do it (it can cause a rash). To you, a decision seems carefully thought out. To Marie, it seems inevitable. It offends your self-image to realize that you are sopredictable, and to hear "I told you so." On the other hand, it's comforting to realize that, despite this, she loves you anyway. She feeds you before you say you're hungry and puts ointment on the rash when no one else will come near.When their sons have gone off into the world and out to chase down the women that will be their wives (not that they're running), the Maries of the world know they've lost a lot of their power. I don't think there is any mother who gives up her son completely. I remember the mourning I went through when my son Michael went off to college and I faced the realization that, from that moment on, he would always be a guest at our house, even though he would never be allowed to use the guest towels. We would never again have that casual intimacy that comes from living together as a family and knowing all the little ins and outs of each other's day. From then on, he would be presenting his life to us, describing it, instead of living it with me as the primary witness (and occasional alibi).Any mother mourns that transition, but particularly Marie. She doesn't know what do to with herself. But, give her a void and she'll find a way to fill it. After the housecleaning is done, the cooking completed, and the gossip re-circulated, she has many hours left to calculate how to get her hooks back into her sons' lives. One way she can feel important is to advise them on what they should be doing. She wants them to use the benefit of her experience to avoid making poor choices and mistakes. We all know how well it goes over, giving your children advice. They tune you out the moment your voice hits that special note, the advice tone, like it was the whir of a dentist's drill. The other phrase their ears simply cannot hear is: "I told you so."Like Marie—who is every mother in the world—how we get them back is with food. It's like a culinary hostage trade-off. Take the manicotti. Give me my son. Nobody gets hurt.I have a friend whose son lives in Germany. When he comes to visit, you do not see her for two weeks before, or during the week or so that he is here. The two weeks before he comes is completelydevoted to cooking. She makes all of his favorite dishes in advance and stores them in the freezer. She numbers the sequence of them so that she can produce them magically while he's home, and sit beside him and watch him eat. When your role in life has been to take care of the husband and the children, the years after they leave you're lost. When one of them returns, it makes you feel important again, young again. I don't know many young men who will sit and talk to their mothers about their problems, but I also don't know many who will refuse to sit down when their favorite pot roast is on the table.Marie has won the biggest battle. Her son lives across the street from her. She has a way to feel needed and important every day.I really feel for Raymond's wife Debra, the character played perfectly by Patricia Heaton. She's running a fine house. Her husband loves her, and her kids are happy and well-fed (when she follows Marie's recipes). Every time Marie comes in, it all suddenly seems a little shoddy, not quite up to snuff. As much as she'd like to tell her mother-in-law to get lost, she knows that that is not possible because of the incredible power Marie wields over Raymond. When Marie is unhappy, no one else in the family can be happy. So, as subservient as Marie's role appears to be, she is actually the most powerful person in the family, the real godfather.As crazy as she gets, as intrusive and controlling as she is, everyone understands that she wants to make their lives better and strengthen the bond of the family, by any means necessary. When I read Marie's lines I believe in my heart that nothing she is saving is mean-spirited.At the end of last season, we had a series of shows where Marie and Debra had stopped speaking to each other. These were some of the funniest shows that our writers ever came up with and it was a challenge for Patricia and me to make sure the tone of this battle between two powerful women came off exactly right.For as much as the men in the family are constantly complaining that they want the women to shut up, it's total chaos when they do.There are few things more powerful than a silent woman. Just try not speaking for one single solitary day. You'll get apologies for things that haven't even been done, confessions for things that were done, and lots of flowers. Sometimes you even get jewelry, which is where I think the expression "Silence is Golden" comes from.In one of the episodes, Marie arrives unannounced (Why knock? I know you're there) at Raymond's house in the late afternoon with a few of her friends because she wants the kids to tell them a knock-knock joke. The place is in an uproar with the kids running all over the living room, ignoring Debra's efforts to get them to calm down and sit still. Finally, she turns to Marie and in a frustrated and very sharp tone of voice explains how it is not a very good time for a visit and she and her friends should leave.The harsh tone of her voice in response to such a playful, harmless request felt like a slap in the face to Marie, particularly when delivered in front of her friends. "Well," Marie said, aghast. I held that "well" for a long time, with a look of wide-eyed incredulity on my face that showed both her horror at the rebuke and how hurt she was. Marie was at a rare loss for words in this circumstance. She apologized for bringing her friends over without a warning. "I should have known that by this point in the afternoon you've lost complete control of the children."This kind of line in a script is potential dynamite. If I say it too quickly, or the wrong way the audience won't laugh. A shocked "Ooohhhhh!" comes from their mouths, as if I'd just taken out a dagger. If I played Marie mean, I bet Everybody Loves Raymond wouldn't be on the air today. The humor comes from the fact that her apology, which I delivered in her sweetest voice and with total sincerity, is a horribly insulting indictment of Debra's skills as a mother. Her intention is to soothe over a bad situation, but, in fact, she's just made it much, much worse. That's what makes the show so funny; you laugh simply because it's not happening to you.In life, many of the things we do intending to help those that welove will backfire, despite the sincerity of our efforts. Some of what we think we're doing for another person ends up being something that we're really doing to preserve our role in the family and our hold on whatever position we may have staked out. The truth is that, because of the great advances in medicine, my generation is hanging around long past the time that our grandparents did. We're still trying to figure out what do to with all that extra time we've been granted. Men have always had golf to occupy their time, and now they have Viagra to keep them going. Great, just what we need—a retired guy with a sex pill and the day off. Please go play golf.We, like Marie, want to be involved without becoming a pain in the ass. We want to be respected, but we don't need to be revered. We want to remain useful, and for many women a sure-fire way to remain useful is through feeding the troops.The problem is that the food we make with such love and care can be used as a weapon against us. If you are a bad cook, you could be considered a double agent. We make those comfort foods from childhood, and our children turn up their noses explaining they don't eat red meat anymore. Or they waste precious eating time worrying about the fat content of my fettuccini carbonara with the heavy cream, butter, prosciutto, and two kinds of cheese. The kids complain: "But Mom, these meals are not in The Zone Diet." Yes they are. They're in the flavor zone, where all the meals are delicious, as far I'm concerned. My fettuccini has my cardiologist's seal of approval. He's always looking for new business.Of course, like the food Marie offers as love, everything has hidden dangers that strike at the heart. As irritating as Marie can be, we cannot help but love her. She is human and she demonstrates the flaws that a lot of us and those we love have in the complicated interactions of family.For all these reasons, Marie is a character who is very dear to my heart, and the source of some cheap therapy. Marie is my friend and my teacher, in how she shows me what not to do. For that, my son anddaughter-in-law are eternally grateful and hope that the lessons continue for a few more years. (Don't worry kids, Mom's in syndication.) 

 

Marie is famous for her lasagna, and I'm pretty renowned for mine. Here it is.My LasagnaThis is best served with passive-aggressive questioning and subtle innuendo. 

4 Italian sausages 1 pound fresh white button mushrooms, sliced 1 cup frozen peas 2 packages lasagna noodles 6 hard-boiled eggs, sliced into disks meatballs (see recipe, which follows) 1 large container ricotta cheese 1 pound mozzarella cheese, shredded I cup Parmesan cheese, grated meat sauce (see recipe, page 193)1. In a saute pan, fry sausages until cooked through. When cool, slice and set aside. Saute mushrooms and peas in butter, salt, and pepper until soft and mushrooms are starting to brown. Set aside.2. Cook noodles according to package. Drain, separate, and set aside.3. Slice eggs and set aside.4. In a fairly deep baking dish, ladle a thin layer of sauce on the bottom. (The layer of sauce should be only enough to keep the first layer of noodles from sticking to the dish.) Line the dish horizontally with noodles, allowing a generous overhang. Spoon on a bit more sauce and arrange another layer of noodles vertically, as you would do if you were making a lattice pie crust. You'll use the noodles that hang over the sides of the dish to wrap the lasagna when you're finished building the layers. Scatter a layer of meatballs onto the noodles. (Be sure to mind the amount of residual sauce that is spooned with the meatballs, as too much sauce will make the dish runny and unable to maintain its shape on the dinner plate.) Add sliced sausage, egg slices, mushrooms, and peas on top of the meatballs. Drop generous dollops of ricotta, followed by a handful of shredded mozzarella and a sprinkling of the Parmesan cheese. Repeat layers until the dish is full. This should give you three substantial layers. When construction is complete, fold the horizontal noodles over the top of the dish. Finish with a layer of sauce and some more Parmesan. Beat one egg vigorously and pour it over the finished lasagna to keep your masterpiece together. Tap dish on countertop to settle layers. Bake at 325 degrees for 30—40 minutes.Serves 6-8.My MeatballsNote: In the spirit of Marie, if you're giving this recipe to your daughter-in-law, leave out the peas, mushrooms, and hard-boiled eggs. She will be unable to answer your son's questions about why it doesn't taste as good as Mom's. 

2 pounds ground sirloin 4 cloves garlic, minced 1 cup Parmesan cheese 1 handful chopped Italian parsley 2 eggs vegetable oil salt and pepper to taste1. Thoroughly mix all ingredients (except oil) in bowl and form into balls about the size of a quarter.2. Heat 1—11/2 inches of vegetable oil. When oil sizzles as a drop of water is added, add meatballs and fry until brown.3. Transfer to meat sauce (see page 193).Serves 6—8.ARE YOU HUNGRY. DEAR? LIFE. LAUGHS. AND LASAGNA. Copyright © 2003 by Doris Roberts. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments ix
Preface xi
Part 1 Life with Raymond
1. Marie and Me 3
2. The Greed Party 16
3. Think Pink 24
Part 2 Motherhood
4. Ta-Ta, Mommy 37
5. Break Down the Door 45
6. My Miracle Child 54
Part 3 Reminiscences
7. What's the Worst That Could Happen? 67
8. I Owe It All to My Fans 75
9. Entrances and Exits 81
10. Uncle Willy 91
11. Outtakes 98
12. How to Be a Fan in Three Easy Lessons: Cary Grant, Federico Fellini, and Laurence Olivier 109
Part 4 Advice
13. It's Okay to Look Back, Just Don't Stare 121
14. Put Down the Spears 126
15. Lean In and Talk Softly 131
Part 5 Travels
16. In Africa, Everybody Is Somebody's Lunch 139
17. Please, Allah, Not the Fat Ones! 147
18. The Last Voyage of The France 153
Part 6 Losses
19. You've Got to Turn It Around, Kid 163
20. I Want a Man Dipped in Chocolate 170
21. Dinner at Roddy's 179
Part 7 Turning Points
22. The Riddler 189
23. Success Isn't Always a Yes 194
24. Raindrops 201
25. This Never Happens to Me 208
26. Little Doris 215
27. Divas 221
Part 8 Warnings
28. Beware of Men Who Feed You 233
29. Ode to My Father 242
30. Stop Waiting for Big Daddy 243
Part 9 The Love of My Life
31. Blood Tests 251
32. The Quiet House 264
33. To the Vine and the Palm, and for Doris 274
34. Last Days 284
Part 10 Aging
35. Finally Forty 297
36. We're Still Having Sex and We've Got All the Money 304
37. Still Kicking 311
Afterword 316
Index 317
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