by Larry Brody
I know because Gwen the Beautiful – among many others – has told me so, with Gwen adding that fifteen bucks is par for the course in terms of the science books she devours via that very source.
In other words, yeppers, boys and girls, she’s bought it, and I’ve read about 33% of what so far has turned out to be a loving tribute by the Howards – both of whom should be too well known for me to have to explain their whos and whats – to their late father, Rance Howard, who it seems was the kind of a dad that we all dream of.
A man so good at the gig that he makes me feel like, well, like every insult my own children have screamed at me during their angriest family moments was true.
As of this point in my reading of Boys: A Memoir of Hollywood and Family I recommend the book heartily and totally endorse not only the family love portrayed in it but – probably more importantly – the love as expressed by no-longer-so-young Messrs Ron and Clint.
My congrats to the entire Howard clan and those who worked with them during their very successful careers and the writing of this book, which is as well written as this kind of book can be. It’s made me think, and it’s made me feel, and it’s started a whole new round of self-examination.
In case you’re wondering about what stage my self-examination currently is at, I’d have to say “about 33%.” In other words, the place where I can honestly and wholeheartedly express–
My apologies to all the Brody kids for not having been the dad I now know I should have been. Yes, I’m aware that many psychiatrists probably would say, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, LB. You did your best.” But I’m not accepting that at the moment because, really, did I do my BEST?
However, and sorry to belabor the point:
$14.99 for a Kindle Book?! Oy vey!