disappointed not a good writer in my opinion

i love richard lewis as a comedian and actor but this book proves that he is not a good writer in my opinion. as a fan i really wanted to like this book. i really did but in the end i was just willing myself through it. the book jumps around different periods of richard's life in a very chaotic fashion. it starts with some stories from his children and then just wizzes back and forth through emotional chapters of his addiction and recovery. to hear about his emotional states and experiences is of course interesting but a longed for more basic facts to put it all in context. how he started in comedy, what it is really like to do stand up etc. the book is very repetitive in my opinion - he keeps describing his lack of self-worth and how rough it feels to be addicted but we don't really get to hear how he actually got to those points. there are some really funny bits - for example his description of a recurring day dream where he meets actor and comedy heros on brooklyn bridge while he contemplates jumping. and there is an amusing story about meeting bill clinton and chasing a women in car to chat her up behind his girlfriends back. but it just doesn't hand together very well. i'm pleased that he is on the other side of his addiction and wish him all the best health but will hold back from buying another of his books.

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