Without You: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and the Musical Rent

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Anthony Rapp had a special feeling about Jonathan Larson's rock musical Rent as early as his first audition, which won him a starring role as the video artist Mark Cohen. The Pulitzer Prize-winning Rent opened to thunderous acclaim off-Broadway — but even as friends and family were celebrating the show's first success, they were also mourning Jonathan Larson's sudden death from an aortic aneurysm. And when Anthony's mom began to lose her battle with cancer, Anthony found himself struggling to balance his life in ...

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Anthony Rapp had a special feeling about Jonathan Larson's rock musical Rent as early as his first audition, which won him a starring role as the video artist Mark Cohen. The Pulitzer Prize-winning Rent opened to thunderous acclaim off-Broadway — but even as friends and family were celebrating the show's first success, they were also mourning Jonathan Larson's sudden death from an aortic aneurysm. And when Anthony's mom began to lose her battle with cancer, Anthony found himself struggling to balance his life in the theater with his responsibility to his family.

In Without You, Anthony tells of his exhilarating journey with the cast and crew of Rent as well as the intimacies of his personal life behind the curtain. Marked by fledgling love and devastating loss, Without You is an exceptional memoir of the world of theater, the love of a son for his mother, and maturity won far too early.

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Rent can be characterized as a Tony- and Pulitzer-winning rock musical and film, but it can be described also as an ensemble experience that just kept growing. Nobody can describe that deeply human process better than actor Anthony Rapp, who played video artist Mark Cohen in both the Broadway play and the movie. His heartwarming personal memoir shows the continuity between the musical's genesis and the emotional lives of the artists workshopping it. With You takes you backstage and into the hearts of real people who happen to be actors.
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"Beautifully written...[Without You] shows that a life story truthfully told can be stranger (as well as more touching) than fiction."

— William Georgiades, New York Post

"No roar-of-the-crowd, smell-of-the-greasepaint scrapbook; it's a sprawling, tear-streaked life story and unabashedly sentimental ode to his mother...[Rapp's] voice is unpretentious and unfailingly honest."

— Melissa Rose Bernardo, Entertainment Weekly

"The tragic, compelling back story to Rent extends the book's appeal far beyond the show's fans."

— Web Behrens, Chicago Tribune

"Pitch-perfect...a book for anyone who has experienced great loss, [and] for anyone who has survived and grown because of that loss."

— David Weigand, San Francisco Chronicle

"A memoir roiling with personal revelation and uncensored emotion."

— Christine Dolen, The Miami Herald

Publishers Weekly
As Rent hits the big screen, Rapp, who appeared in the film and the original cast of the Broadway hit, has written a sensitive, heartfelt memoir chronicling his life on and off stage. The actor who played video artist Mark Cohen pulls back the curtains to show the musical's genesis, which involved endless rehearsals and false starts. He lauds the genius of Jonathan Larson, its creator, and the supportive New York Theatre Workshop, which lent its facilities to the exuberant troupe and director. Rapp writes most movingly of his friends who lost their battle with AIDS; the death of Larson, who died of an aortic aneurysm before the April 1996 Broadway opening night of his Pulitzer-winning show; and of the long, painful demise of his own mother from cancer. While the book sometimes plunges too deeply into its twin themes of love and loss, Rapp recognizes the healing power of drama and theater, writing that acting is "an escape of sorts." Absorbing, warm and hopeful, the book celebrates a man, his work and a generation struggling with AIDS but determined to survive.(Feb.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A moving, absorbing journal of life on stage and at home. A young (early 30s) veteran of stage (Rent) and screen (Adventures in Babysitting; A Beautiful Mind; the upcoming film adaptation of Rent), Rapp here makes an impressive debut as a writer, bringing a keen actor's sense of detail, timing and pathos to the page. He opens with vivid descriptions of auditions, workshops and early performances of the musical Rent, with which he had become involved as an actor soon after its inception. His production log gaining momentum, he shifts abruptly yet skillfully to home in Joliet, Ill., where doctors discover a malignant tumor growing on his mother's adrenal gland. Narratives entwine as Rapp reveals how his mother's heartbreaking demise, his work in a major musical hit and his turbulent relationships with four men eventually, if painfully, empower his acting and enrich his life. Rapp sharply brings to life a series of inherently dramatic moments. There are the tumultuous performances of Rent, especially the one given for the parents and friends of Rent's composer Jonathan Larson after Larson dies on the eve of the show's explosive success. There are accounts of romantic yet tortured personal relationships. But most notably, there is the story of Rapp's relationship with his mother. Clearly, mother and son had forged a bond after the mother divorced and as her son found work as a young actor. Still, their relationship remained tendentious, especially over the issue of Rapp's homosexuality. Flying home on days off from Rent, Rapp eventually establishes touching rapport with his gravely ill mother. Writing with painful sensitivity of a final, wrenching farewell as he confronts her lifeless body,he reaches a deep, affecting level of personal expression. A hit.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743269773
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 10/31/2006
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 245,840
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.43 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Anthony Rapp has been acting professionally since he was nine years old. He's best known for originating the role of Mark Cohen in Jonathan Larson's Pulitzer Prize-winning landmark rock opera Rent, taking the show from off Broadway to Broadway, Chicago, and London. He shared an OBIE Award with the rest of the original cast for his performance. He has appeared in numerous films, including Adventures in Babysitting, Dazed and Confused, the Oscar-winning A Beautiful Mind, and, most recently, the film adaptation of Rent. In 2000, he released his debut album, Look Around. He lives in New York City with his partner, Rodney To, and their three cats, Emma, Sebastian, and Spike. This is his first book.

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I sat down on the curb of Forty-fourth Street between Seventh and Eighth avenues, in front of the St. James Theatre, and glanced at my watch: no way was I going to be on time for my audition. Fuck. I raced to get my shoes off and my skates and helmet on, and launched myself into traffic, my skates gliding and buzzing, my arms pumping, my breath quickening, my skin relishing the balmy autumnal breeze that flowed around me. Rushing around New York City like this had always focused me: all my senses became more acute as I sped down Broadway, swerving among taxis and around jaywalkers, sprinting through yellow lights, avoiding at all costs any lethal car doors that threatened to spring open in my path. I hoped the Rent people would understand my reason for being late. They should. It wasn't as if I could've just up and left my friend Bill's memorial service early; that would have been unconscionable. I would just have to explain myself.

Ten minutes later, and twenty minutes after my scheduled appointment, I slid to a stop at the glass doors of the New York Theatre Workshop on East Fourth Street between Second Avenue and the Bowery. Even though I lived only six blocks away, I had never actually been there. Still breathing heavily, I peered inside. Two actors, one male, one female, sat in the concrete-floored lobby on small wooden chairs between two sets of bright red wooden double doors. At least there were some people ahead of me. I rolled in and plopped myself on the ground, nodding hello to my fellow auditioners, unlatching my helmet, and wiping the sweat out of my eyes all at once. I quickly swapped my skates for shoes and reached in my backpack for my sheet music: R.E.M.'s "Losing My Religion." I hadn't had a chance to warm up my voice yet, and there wasn't going to be a chance to now. So I hummed some random notes at what I hoped was an imperceptible volume, just to get my chords working a little. If the others heard me, they thankfully didn't say anything; instead, their eyes alternately scoured their music and gazed vacantly out at East Fourth Street.

At least I now had time to settle my breath, to let my mind clear from what had been an emotionally draining and cathartic morning. I stared at my sheet music, even though I knew the song, in an attempt to zero in on something outside my head.

My fellow actors went in one at a time, and as much as I disliked listening to other people's auditions (I didn't want to disrespect them, but even more importantly I didn't want to psyche myself out if I caught the sound of someone who was really great), I couldn't help but hear the strains of Bonnie Raitt's "Something to Talk About" and Steve Perry's "Oh Sherrie" floating through the doors. Both of their voices were raw and strong and very rock and roll, and altogether intimidating. At least the three of us weren't all up for the same part, as far as I could tell; the guy looked older than I, and the girl was, well, a girl.

At last it was my turn to go in. I looked up from my music as the Steve Perry singer exited the theatre, and Wendy Ettinger, the casting director, poked her head out the door.

"Hi, Anthony, we're glad you could make it."

I gathered up my stuff and stood. "I'm sorry I was late."

She smiled. "Not a problem. We're running late too." Well, that was a relief.

Wendy opened the door for me, and I followed her into the theatre, feeling the familiar tinges of shyness and formality that often clouded over me when I headed into an audition room, at least during the introductory chitchat phase; once I got to read or sing, I was usually in good shape.

I had met Michael Greif, the director, a few months ago, when I auditioned for his production of The Seagull (he called me back, but didn't cast me), and I immediately recognized him sitting in the middle of the seats, his mop of black curls and dark, round, wire-framed glasses offsetting his pale, cherubic face. Having seen his production of Machinal a few years before, I was eager to work with him; I had been invigorated by the inventive, dark, and refreshingly theatrical vision he'd displayed. I always walked into an audition wanting to make a good impression, but the opportunity to get in front of Michael Greif again motivated me to try to make a great impression.

"Sorry I was late," I said, extending my hand for a shake. "I was at a memorial service for a friend." Had that been too formal of me to say? Too personal? A mistake?

"I'm sorry to hear that," Michael said. And right away, I was relieved; his tone was warm and gracious. "Well, we're glad you're here."

"Thanks." I glanced furtively at the other people spread out among the red velvet seats of the theatre: a young woman and two men, one younger than the other. I didn't recognize any of them. Well, that was no big deal; it was normal at an audition not to know who everyone was.

"So, are you ready?" Michael asked.

"Uh, sure." Good. I would get to do my thing right away.

"Great. Tim will play for you."

At the bottom of the aisle, in front of the stage, sat Tim at an upright piano. I made my way down to him.

"How you doing?" he asked amiably, a lot more amiably than most of the audition pianists I'd encountered over the years.

"Fine. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm great." He seemed like he really meant it, too, as he nodded and smiled. "What are we doing?" I handed him my music. "Oh, great tune."

"What are you singing?" a voice from the audience asked. I looked up to see that it belonged to the younger man, who was hunched down in his seat, a pencil in his mouth.

"'Losing My Religion,'" I said.

He nodded vigorously, also smiling. "Excellent." That response boded well.

I set the tempo with Tim, and jumped up onto the stage, glancing again at Michael, Wendy, the pencil chewer, and the two others I didn't know, all sitting there in the impassive yet attentive manner casting teams always displayed. I took a deep breath, and gave Tim the nod to begin.

The song's opening chords chimed. They were among my most favorite chords of any pop song ever, so simple and so hummable, and so right for the song. My body involuntarily pulsed in time with them, and I launched into my singing.

Ooooooooooh life

Is bigger

It's bigger than you,

And you are not me

I loved the way the song felt in my voice, right in the pocket, so I wasn't straining to hit any notes; I was just soaring on the melody and pouring myself into it. Images from the video of a twirling Michael Stipe danced in my head as I sang, my arms splayed out to my sides, my chest full.

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spotlight

Losing my religion

I had read in an interview somewhere that this song was a love song, that in the South, where R.E.M. was from, losing your religion meant falling in love. I wasn't trying to sing it as a love song to anyone in particular; I was trying to sing it with as much heart and passion as I could muster, to anyone and everyone. I was singing it for the sheer joy of being able to sing it, and I could feel myself flying with it, grateful for the chance to open up my voice and fulfill some of my rock star fantasies, and to pay tribute to one of my all-time favorite bands.

I got so swept away that I lost the sense of where I was in the song, and jumped a verse:

Consider this

Consider this

The hint of the century

Panicking, I peeked at Tim, but he was in the music and right with me. My panic subsided as quickly as it had come, and I charged on, building steam for the final chorus.

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream

I flung my arms out to my sides, spreading them as far as they could go, my hands flaring open, the energy of the song shooting through me. My heart pounded as the final chords rang out, and just like that it was over. My fingers tingled.

"Thanks," Michael said. Was that it? Auditions always ended so quickly, and took so much out of me, like a sprint, leaving me spent, but also warmed up and hungry to keep going. Jazzed, I hopped off the stage and went to the piano, where Tim handed me my music.

"Good job," he said quietly, conspiratorially.

"Thanks." I knew that he was right. It had gone well, even with my fuckup. Not that an audition going well meant anything necessarily; I gave good auditions that led nowhere all the time. Cautiously satisfied, I started up the steps and encountered Michael standing in the aisle next to the young pencil chewer.

"I want to introduce you to Jonathan Larson," Michael said. "He's the writer of the show."

I took Jonathan's hand, shook it. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Jonathan replied, smiling. He looked somewhat young to have written a show, but had what seemed like the right kind of intensity. His long body was all folded up in his plush red seat, and his large face, framed by ears that stuck out a bit too much, glowed pleasantly and openly under a mass of brown curls.

Michael handed me a cassette and some sheet music. "We would like you to come back and sing the title song," he said. "It's the first song on the tape."

"Cool," I said. I loved it when I got called back on the spot. It didn't happen that often, but when it did, it usually worked out that I got the part. I mentally crossed my fingers.

"Great," Michael said. "We'll see you in a couple of days."

The callback couldn't have come at a better moment. It was September 1994, and I had just begun my first-ever "real" job since moving to New York five years earlier: pouring lattes and cappuccinos and double-tall decaf skim no-whip mochas at a Starbucks up on Eighty-first and Second. I had been unusually lucky in getting enough acting work to sustain myself for the five years I'd lived in New York, but things had dried up over the last year or so, and I was now more broke than I'd ever been. If I were cast in Rent, the money would come in handy, and I would savor the creative fulfillment of working on a new show.

Back at my cramped but pleasant East Village apartment, which I shared with my older brother, Adam, and two other roommates, I sat on the floor of my living room and popped the tape in my boom box. All I knew about the show was from the description in the casting sheet on the desk of my agent, Paul, which had said, "Rent is a new rock opera about a group of friends in the East Village," and that my character, Mark, was a videographer. There was also a transvestite mentioned and a drug-addicted, HIV-positive S&M dancer and a rock musician and other characters. It seemed potentially interesting, but the phrase "rock opera" didn't fill me with a tremendous amount of hope; it could all turn out to be silly, with a lot of bad special effects and tacky makeup and big hair. Or it could be funky and hip. The only way to find out, though, was to listen to it, and see.

I pressed play, and a fake-sounding electric guitar solo wailed out a melody I recognized but couldn't place. Then, abruptly, it was cut off, and fake-sounding drums and more fake-sounding guitars kicked in, chugging along in a mid-tempo rock song. It all sounded sampled and computerized, and very '80s. I hoped the rock and roll vibe would get a little more authentic, but I reminded myself that the tape was probably a demo. I followed along with my sheet music as the guy playing Mark sang on the tape.

If I threw my body out the window,

Brains all splattered, guts all steaming in the snow

I wouldn't have to finish shooting videos

No one wants to show


Well, the melody was easy enough, pretty much staying on one note except for the end. The lyrics seemed extreme and vivid for an opening song, although there was a directness and an energy to them. I played on, as Roger sang next, with Mark joining him on the chorus. Its melody reminded me of the 007 theme.

How we gonna pay

How we gonna pay

How we gonna pay

Last month's rent?

It all seemed straightforward enough: obviously, Mark and Roger were frustrated and broke. I could identify with that. I rewound the tape back to the beginning and set about learning the song for my callback.

Ten in the morning was too early to be belting out anything, let alone the opening number of a rock opera, but two days later that's what I was about to be doing. Annoyingly, my contact lenses were blurring up, so I had to keep squinting to make out any of the tiny words printed on the sheet music I gripped in my hand. I hoped they wouldn't notice. I stood in the same spot onstage as my first audition, the same group of five sitting in the audience, and gave my eyes one last forceful rub, willing my vision to clear. Thankfully, it did. I nodded to Tim, he pounded out the opening chords, and I began to sing. On the wrong note.

"Uh, let's start again," Tim said.


"No problem," Michael called out from the audience. I could feel myself blushing, but if Michael wasn't going to be overly fazed by my mistake, neither would I. So I concentrated on my breathing, trying to focus and channel the charge of my embarrassment into my performance; nervous energy was still energy, after all, and if I didn't let it fuel me, it would wind up spinning me out of myself and ruining my audition. I breathed steadily in and out, and Tim plunked the correct note and began the song again. Its drive infected me, and I sang, my voice edgy as I bit into the words, the spite and frustration of the lyrics erupting out of me. It felt good to vent, and good to sing.

"Thanks," Michael said when I was done. My heart pounded. He made his way down the steps of the theatre to the front of the stage, looking up at me as I crouched down to hear what he was saying. "That was fine, but I want you to try something." I waited as he found the words to articulate his thoughts, his eyebrows arching, his hands groping the air. "I want you to think of this less as just an expression of angst and frustration, and more of an attempt to entertain yourself and your friend. You guys are freezing, and you're dancing around to keep yourself warm. You're sort of laughing at your own plight. You're dancing on your grave. Does that make sense?"

I nodded and felt the twinge of wishing I had thought of that already. But at the same time I was grateful for the direction and the opportunity to try again. Too often at auditions directors say nothing at all, and I go home wondering if what I did was remotely close to what they were looking for. "Yeah," I said.

"Great. Also, really ask the question: how are you going to pay the rent? Really ask it. Don't just rant and complain about it."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Great. Let's start again."

He went back to his seat, and Tim played the opening chords. I sang, immediately feeling a lighter touch, and feeling how right that was. The whole song became more arch and sardonic, less nakedly angry, but without losing the inherent frustration that fueled it. I loved when good direction opened material up; it was always more interesting, more full, to have lots of layers to play with.

"Thanks," Michael said when I was finished. "That was great."

Flushed from my singing and sparked by Michael's response, I glanced over at Tim, who quietly but forcefully nodded, his eyes wide and knowing and happy. I jumped off the stage and headed up the aisle.

"Good job," Jonathan said as I passed him. He was also nodding and smiling, again folded up in his seat, a notepad in his lap, his eyes intense and delighted.

"Bye," I replied, waving to everyone as I opened the door and walked into the lobby. I stood there for a moment, chewing my lip. As exhilarated as I always was after a good audition, I also always wanted the casting people to tell me right then and there whether I had the job. That rarely happened, though. While I walked home, disappointment lurked around the edges of my excitement, but I did my best to push it aside and coast on my adrenaline for a little while longer. So I had to wait, as usual. That was okay. This one felt good. This one felt like it was going to happen.

Copyright © 2006 by Anthony Rapp

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  • Posted September 23, 2010

    Inspiring and Honest

    "Without You" by Anthony Rapp chronicles Rapp's experience while doing the smash-hit musical "Rent". Not only does it discuss the process of the show going from a workshop, to off Broadway, then eventually to Broadway and London, it also talks about all the experiences Rapp has while performing in the show. The trials of his Mother's illness is well documented throughout the book as well as his problems with significant others. There are a few flashbacks that chronicle his search for his true sexuality and difficult situations he and his family have faced. A major theme of this book is how life is unexpected and sometimes hard to handle. Rapp isn't afraid to be real and honest about his feelings. He's candid in this book and doesn't shy away from moments in his life that he's not proud of. What I liked about this book was that it was very real and honest. I think many people would dislike this book because it talks a lot about Rapp's sexuality, and that could make many people feel uncomfortable. I would recommend this book to fans of the musical Rent, as well as any actor, or anyone interested in acting or theatre. This book talks a lot about Rapp's experiences in the theatre, so if you don't know much about theatre, I wouldn't recommend reading this. If the musical Rent interests you, I suggest checking out the Rent coffee table book. It has a lot of information about the show as well as interviews with the creators, producers, director and original cast. "Without You" is a page turner. It's exciting and hard to put down. It's also a pretty simple read, even though it's not a short book. If you're interested in an amazing memoir, I'd definitely suggest this book.

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  • Posted December 29, 2013

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    Anyone who follows my Twitter account knows this book absolutely

    Anyone who follows my Twitter account knows this book absolutely devastated me. I read it on two legs of a cross-country flight and the people around me were absolutely giving me concerned looks as I teared up and sniffled and once even stopped reading, set the book down and closed my eyes to take deep breaths. It hit home.

    So much of Anthony Rapp's life parallels my own. Not perfectly, of course -- I'm not claiming to be the man's twin. There are some obvious differences -- the successful theater career being a biggie. But we're both gay. We both had teen experiences with that that our mothers didn't handle well upon discovery. We both struggled to gain our mother's (and in my case, father's) acceptance. We both lost our mothers to protracted battles with cancer that featured at least one "she's got this beat" rebound. And seeing these parallels woven around the story of RENT's journey from workshop to Pulitzer-winning Broadway hit was kind of surreal for me.

    "Seeing your life paralleled in a book isn't enough to give it five stars," you might say. Valid point, to which I'd respond first that there are plenty of technically proficient classics I've read that didn't resonate with me on an emotional level the way this book did (my fall-back example for this is always "The Catcher In The Rye," which left me cold). Outside of that, what works for me about this book is that Rapp writes with open and free emotion; he's not trying to recall these events from a cold disconnected distance, not trying to cast a critical eye on what happened. He wrote this book on the eve of the release of the movie version of RENT, and most likely that's what brought the context so sharply into focus -- maybe, just maybe, this book would not have been so emotional if he'd written it when he's 70 -- but whether Rapp carries these scars and triumphs with him daily or making the movie brought them back to the fore is irrelevant. The story Rapp has to tell is intensely personal for those of us who have dealt with coming out and the loss of a loved one to a horrible disease and just as intensely universal for anyone who has experienced loss and loss.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2012


    Rapp tells of his life in a complelling way that made me never want to put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2012


    So mich energy ran thourgh my body as i read this if only this was a series: (

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2011

    Great book,

    Amazing man. Very well written. I love the focus on the musical (my favorite movie of all time) as well as the way it affected his life. I often think about the story of the first time Anthony saved his family as an infant. For no real reason other than that both the story and its retelling struck me. I very much enjoyed the book, even when it made me bawl my eyes out. Which it did more than once.

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  • Posted February 24, 2011


    This was a great book! Anthony did a great job writting this. There was so much emotion in everyhing he wrote about. I laughed I cryed, it was truly a great book. I recomend this to any anthony fans or RENT fans. If your neither its still really iintresting. Anthony spares no detail on his life and really expresses everyhing he felt. Again i love this book and one word describes it: awesome!

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  • Posted May 30, 2009

    Rentheads dream.

    This book gives you kind of a behind the scenes look at how Rent came to happen while going behind in Anthony Rapps life. He writes so exquisitely. If you are a fan of any type of theatre or RENT in general you will love this book

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  • Posted April 13, 2009

    Really Enjoyed it as any Renthead would!

    I lent this book to one of my friends and she returned it the next day, once she started she couldn't put it down! I had told her I thought it was amazing but I think she enjoyed it more than I did, It was such a honest take on a roller coaster that we all feel when we lose a loved one. La Vie Boheme

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Beautiful, heartfelt novel from Anthony Rapp

    I am a big fan of Rent and wasn't at all disappointed with this book. First of all, Rapp shares a bunch of little tidbits about the show from the very beginning and Jonathan Larson, as well as his feelings about these events. Secondly, this is such an open and honest book about many things Rapp was going through at a very difficult time in his life. He really lets the reader in. It was very apparent to me after reading this book how talented and genuine Rapp is. Wonderfully written and overall a fantastic book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2009

    An Awesome Read!

    This book was absolutely absorbing, and I could barely wait to flip each page! This is a great book to read, and gives Rent fans much insight and background information about Rent. I loved reading it, and would recommend it to other Rent fans, definetely.

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  • Posted February 25, 2009

    Edgy and Inspiring

    A refreshing and brutally honest insight into the life of RENT star, Athony Rapp. It explores Rapp's success within the performance industry, paralleled with the reality of his experiences with AIDS,loss and a struggle for acceptance. This book is heartbreaking, inspiring and complimented by a new edgy and contemporary writing style. Possibly the most truthful Biography you will ever read and a reminder that we are surrounded by real-life Heros everyday.
    A must-have for musical fans.

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  • Posted February 17, 2009

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    The Perfect Book for just about anyone

    Anthony Rapp takes the reader on a path that many, if not all, have been on. He talks about his family, his friends, RENT, and his passion. Its a true inspirational book for anyone and everyone who has read it. He is not only a talented actor and singer, but he is a remarkable writer. He bring you into his life as if you have been friends forever. You get to know the real him and not just the him you see on movies and on broadway. I knew the moment I read about it it was going to be one of my favorite books. It makes a perfect gift for anyone for any occasion. It teaches you that there truly is "No day but today." It makes you reexamine your life and want to do something bigger and better with it. There are very few books out there that are able to do that, and this does it. I tell all my friends and family about this book and have a list of people that I want to buy it for. Its soul lifting, and is a must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2008


    Great book. Some real heartwrenching moments. Red it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2008

    This was...truly amazing...

    I am almost speechless when I talk about this book. It was so powerful...and Mr. Rapp wrote a lot of things that people would be ashamed to write (swearing, his love life, etc.). I was just completely blown away by this book. I hope that people will get a chance to discover how truly amazing this book is and how completely empowering Mr. Rapp's words are. All I can say is: Mr. Rapp, you are an amazing person...and you ROCK!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2007

    Without You is Timeless

    This project began in the early nineties when Anthony Rapp embarked on his long journey with Rent, and I am very pleased to say that his writing makes it feel like all this happened just in the last few years. His novel is captivating and priceless at times. Without You is a real work of art. On a personal level, reading about Anthony's own experiences in coming to terms with his sexuality, the loss of Jonathan Larson, and particularly the loss of his mother stopped me in my tracks. His novel was compelling and evoked tears, even in the most undesireable of places (say, play practice, school, yeah, you get the picture). This is possibly one of the best books on my shelf, and it is definately a must for adorers of Broadway, Rent, Jonathan Larson, and of course, the unmistakeable character of Anthony Rapp.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2007

    A reviewer

    Being not only a 'RentHead' but also a personal fan of Anthony Rapp, I knew I had to purchase this book. Although I am a fan of Anthony's, I was expecting for him to talk about the success of RENT and maybe dabble a little bit in his family life and his own romantic relationships. Excuse the pun, but I definately judged a book by its cover. His skill for description and story telling opened my eyes to a frenzied, evolved world. The story jumps from one emotion to the next without pause. It feels as if you are right next to him as these life changing events take place. As he bleeds his heart all over yours the only thing you regret is not being able to console him. Yes, the story does follow the success of RENT but that is just a fraction of what takes place in this tear jerking and moving piece of literature. It will ultimately make you question your views, your feelings and just how deep grief and loss can go before your sanity wears thin. As heart-wrenching as it is there are the occasional light-hearted moments where the reader can break to chuckle or even let out a sigh of relief for Anthony. I know I smirked when Jonathan Larson told Anthony that 'Dazed and Confused' was one of his favorite movies. If you have seen him onstage as I have but want to know what's behind the character and what lies inside the actor, I HIGHLY suggest this book ripe and full of surprising and fierce emotion. I mostly loved it because it shows that Anthony is so unapologeticly raw! I admire and respect Anthony for telling his story not with pride or fear...but just with the intent to educate fans and readers of what went on behind the curtain. This is an amazing read for any 'RentHead' OR general reader, as i am both! Congratulations Anthony Rapp, you are officially my favorite actor, singer, and now...favorite author. You've covered all bases.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2007

    A reviewer

    In Without You, written by Anthony Rapp, the author writes with heart wrenching honesty. As he describes his life experiences, some that happened as he was in the Broadway production Rent, I came to really respect him as a person who has gone through many rough times as well as good times, made good decisions and some really bad ones. Through it all, he still managed to perform amazingly on stage and honestly writes about not only events but also how they effected him emotionally, spiritually, and physically. He leaves nothing out. When I was finished reading the book, I felt as if I knew him personally. It is also an excellent book for fans of Rent, either the movie or the play.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2007

    RENThead and Anthony's unoffical stalker

    Anthony Rapp is absolutly amazing and being able to get inside his head and hear his story is swell. I hope he writes more about other musicals he takes part in.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2006

    A Definite Must Read!!

    I must say this book is amazing. I am quite a RENThead, i have seen both the movie and play and when i heard Anthony was writing a novel i was estactic. Anyone who has seen the movie knows what a great character Anthony plays. This book is a completely open and honest look into the man behind Mark Cohen. It was a truly touching story. You'll laugh, cry, and possibly sing but most of all, you will truly remember to measure your life in live. You will most definitely not be disappointed, this book is totally worth it. I love it and am sure you will too.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2007

    Without You Is amazing

    Without you is an amazing story of a great actor, an awesome Broadway show, love,and loss. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone.

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