Just about my favorite kind of good, ghost-written, celebrity slickeroo: chuck full o' anecdotes, many a clearly cleaned-up joke, and a much more professional narrative than any the Last of the Red Hot Mamas must ever have lived, but no less satisfying a light little read for all that. An entertainment, rather than any kind of real, Rousseauian confession, this little book is very much of it's more decorous day, which is a little ironic, considering much of whatever lingering fame the "legendary" Miss Tucker retains is for her risqué humor rather than her remarkable chops as a torch-singer. Still, there's good fun to be had here, as everyone involved was a thorough pro, so just enjoy the broadcast.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
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