A few years after the performer/writer/genius Peter Cook (Bedazzled, Beyond The Fringe) died, his widow Lin edited a celebrity-studded collection of reminiscences about him. It's a terrifically entertaining book, marred only by the fact that, as Cook's biographer the late Harry Thompson later wrote, "As editor, Lin was proud rather than embarassed to include unstinting praise of herself."
Amongst the things I've always admired about Garry Trudeau is his tendency to include the brickbats as well as bouquets on the jacket of Doonesbury books.
Mark Evanier has written a few times about the way he cringes at memorial services when people get up and talk, not about the deceased, but about themselves.
Which brings me to Memories Of John Lennon, a book edited by Yoko Ono.
This has been a review.
*If you want to see what I have to say at more length, that link is to the Amazon page for the book. I'm somewhere in there. But the above is all you really need to know.
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