#first Mel Brooks reading his autobiography All About Me!

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WWZ is one of my favorite movies, I absolutely loved the book, and the zombie genre as a whole with pandemic movies as a wider genre are my favorite types of movies. It's a very different viewing experience post-2020 though. Very different.

Yeah it's definitely been interesting and I like it so far, but oof, so real. Not even with that but the politics of that.

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All About Me!: My Remarkable Life in Show Business

Mel Brooks is the last comic in the world you can imagine wanting to be Hamlet – although, of course, that role is just another way of getting all the attention. He did play a Shakespearean actor in a 1983 remake of Ernst Lubitsch’s comedy To Be Or Not to Be, but otherwise the Danish you’re most likely to associate with Brooks is the kind you buy in a deli. Now 95, the comedian, screenwriter and director of such beloved spoofs as Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein and Silent Movie has written his autobiography. As the title might suggest, All About Me! is very much the work of the man who, as a young Jewish comic in the Borscht Belt resorts, got his break as a “pool tummler” (Yiddish for “entertainer”), his job to keep the guests happy and alert, and stop them falling asleep round the swimming pool.

Born Melvin Kaminsky, Brooks grew up in working-class Brooklyn, the youngest of four brothers, whose father died when he was two. There’s a priceless opening shtick about seeing Frankenstein as a boy, and worrying that the monster would get him; his mother reassured him that it would have to schlep all the way from Transylvania, find its way to get to South Third Street, then probably eat the Rothsteins downstairs first. The other childhood stuff is fairly mundane: memories of uncle Lee and religious fanatic Louie from Minsk, “clotheslines full of wet wash” and tributes to his mother, “a true heroine”.

Once Brooks enters showbiz, the period he devotes most attention to (45 pages, 15 more than his best-loved film, The Producers) is his long spell writing for TV comic Sid Caesar, an experience that comes across as both the dream and the nightmare of his existence, as traumatic as his wartime service clearing landmines. It was a joyful, frenzied, hugely stressful period that brought on anxiety attacks – not surprisingly, given Caesar’s volatility: he once held Brooks out of a window by his belt.

Despite the ensuing therapy, Brooks seems to have little self-awareness when it comes to his own behaviour: like the two occasions when he menaced a colleague into handing over everything in his pockets, the second time making him wade waist-deep in Central Park Lake. Brooks was simply one of life’s “wild beasts”, he says, but doesn’t look further into why certain clowns might have a touch of the sociopath, or just be a pain in the tuchus.

He’s good at remembering where jokes came from – like the 48th St impresario drying his underwear, a model for the flamboyantly squalid Max Bialystock in The Producers – but heavy weather when recalling gags and routines: “Nobody knew what was happening but it was absolutely hilarious”… “I don’t know how I held it together”… This is a book that is constantly corpsing. He’s not so hot at theorising, either: he became a clown for the time-honoured reason that “you don’t hit the kid that makes you laugh”; New York humour has “a certain intensity and a certain pulse”; and, bottom line, “Inept idiots will always be fun”. If you were Bialystock, you’d say: “OK kid, what else ya got?”

Not enough, alas, to make this an essential read. Among the minute recollections of each of his movies, there’s the odd morsel you may not have known (the deranged Nazi in The Producers was nearly played by Dustin Hoffman); but strangely, he leaves out the most outlandish story about Blazing Saddles, that screen siren Hedy Lamarr sued over her name being taken in vain, with its villain Hedley Lamarr. Nor is this the most revealing treasury of brushes with greatness: he recalls a joke shared with Bob Hope (“We both laughed. Life is funny”), advice and compliments from Alfred Hitchcock, walks with Caesar show colleague Woody Allen (“entertaining chatter”).

As for personal life, Brooks refers in passing to the end of his first marriage, with no mention of his first wife, Florence Baum. There are tender recollections of his long marriage to actor Anne Bancroft, but also an uncomfortable moment, more telling than intended: when Bancroft was having trouble rehearsing a scene, he told her: “You know what’s even harder? Writing!” When Bancroft died, Brooks says, “For a long time, I was inconsolable”, but then collaborators “pulled me out of my abyss of despair and we went to work on our next musical together” – a bizarre evasion of an emotional landmine, and perhaps the book’s most poignant moment.

Unless you’re a Brooks obsessive, or aching for a couple of transcripts of his very droll The 2000 Year Old Man ad libs with Carl Reiner, this is not the most gratifying read. Go back to his best movies instead: they’re sometimes uncomfortably dated, in places as creaky as Brooks’s knees must be. But you’d have to be Hedy Lamarr not to find them funny.

All About Me!: My Remarkable Life in Show Business by Mel Brooks is published by Century.

📷 Photo above: Brooks with his second wife, the actress Anne Bancroft.

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Day 16 (retro)

12/27 Icing Day

The thinking here is if you are boxing on the 26th, you're likely icing your wounds on the next day. Of course, given rule number one, there is no talking about what occurred and where it occurred on that day.

I plowed through almost 60 books this past year and want to share a couple of recommendations - I might dedicate days in the future to some of these books, whether you are interested or not.

First up is Eric Warren. The man could write for any Start Trek iteration, Doctor Who, or any other long running Science Fiction television show. He understands arcs, and the art of serialization. In his Infinity series, each book is a story in its own with an overreaching arc. The action is plentiful, the characters are deep and memorable, and he does not pull any Dues ex machina stunts when you think he has painted himself in a corner. He is quite methodical and a brilliant storyteller. As stated, each book carries the overall story, and Warren masterfully strings them together. If you would like to take an adventurous rollercoaster ride into the depths of space, look no further.

Second is P.G. Wodehouse. I do not know if anyone else has said this or not, but I would say he developed the idea of the Sitcom. He is the reason why we associate the name Jeeves with butlers - it was his creation. His short stories play out like comedic episodes of your favorite television programs. And two of the lengthier books I read like Romcoms. "Doctor Sally" (1932) and "Uneasy Money" (1917) were likely blueprints for the likes of Frank Capra. I found my way to Wodehouse via Neil Gaimon via Douglas Adams. In another book I read this year, "Don't Panic: The Official Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Companion", I learned that Douglas Adams drew from Wodehouse when it came to the humour in his books. Happily, Wodehouse was quite prolific, so there are short stories and books aplenty to sprinkle throughout my reading. They are delightful, funny, incredibly witty, and downright charming.

Last, for today, I took on some biographies/autobiographies/memoirs this past year. In the order I read them are: Chuck Barris - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Tom Robbins - Tibetan Peach Pie: A True Account of an Imaginative Life

Neil Peart - Far and Wide: Bring that Horizon to Me

Gene Wilder - Kiss Me Like a Stranger: My Search for Love and Art

Letterman: The Last Giant of Late Night, written by Jason Zinoman

Hunter S. Thompson - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Geroge Carlin - Last Words

Mel Brooks - All About Me!: My Remarkable Life in Show Business

My Dad's Funnier Than Your Dad: Growing Up with Tim Conway in the Funniest House in America, written by Kelly Conway

I enjoyed each every one of these and found myself laughing and crying with each of them - well, maybe not Chuck Barris, that whole thing was just weird, but incredibly funny. I will talk of each them in more depth in the future. For now, I must take care of other things.

Peace, Love, and Coffee