With its Kerouacian countercultural feel, this memoir's tone embodies an era of lost innocence after surviving the abuse of an internment camp and struggling to rediscover freedom. This is the story of the road taken. It describes a journey filled with many faces blending into a kaleidoscope of love, sex and a time to be remembered. From the amber lights of Paris's coming of age to the neon nights of Broadway, it was living life to the fullest and oh, the blurred lines...
Blurred lines and secret lives shined, opulent in the darkness, magnificently hidden within New York's 1950's sexually free Greenwich Village. Fifteen years earlier, Europeans were freed from the gates of hell. Freedom it was, "Rossanos" we were, for many knew not our own names. We traveled the world... free to be alive. Paris, Rome, Brussels, London... all of Europe was a playground for this vagabond "Rossano." A ship, a voyage, America – the arches of Ellis Island welcomed me. With all the strength and virility of a young man, I found my solace, my refuge. At 27, I preserved my early adulthood in this memoir. It's been over forty more years of life in Hollywood – but I'll never forget the neon nights... on Broadway.
