Wie geht's?
My to-be-read pile is pictured. Left to right, there are three stacks: non-fiction (non-music related); fiction; music books.
The photo doesn't include a book I've just started - Alan Alda's Never Have Your Dog Stuffed. It's an autobiography and I've roared out laughing quite a few times so far.
It probably should have been called Don't Notice Anything (his mother's advice when visiting friends) because he notices everything!!
His early life was dominated by his father's burlesque and vaudeville career and his comedy instincts are in his DNA, but his writing skills are all his own.
What a talented guy. Comedy is about timing and to get that right in the written form is especially difficult. Bravo!! I salute him!
Here's an excerpt for you, describing the massages he had to endure when he had polio aged 8:
Three times a week, I was laid out on the dining room table in my Jockey shorts while a physical therapist took each of my limbs and tried to unscrew it from its socket. Sometimes she ripped an arm off and had to plug it back in again, but usually she was satisfied just to keep bending it until I agreed to turn over playmates who were members of the French underground.
Merry Christmas! Love and peace - Wozza
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