Not terrible in that it’s poorly written or structured or bad, but in the fact that everything that happens inside its pages is terrible. The next sentence? “The thing was, I didn’t have to.”
Yes, you are an ignorant jerk, pimping your talent like a cheap whore. It was coming on like the beginning of an acid trip. The man was right… I could feel the stirrings of an identity crisis. “So how do you want to end up? Have you thought about that? Do you want a career you’re proud of? Or do you want to end up a spitting wad like Jerry Lewis?” It hadn’t been one of my better moments-Jerry and I had gotten laughs by spitting on each other, and Groucho, it turned out, had a few things to say about that. Pryor is seated across from Groucho Marx, who told him “that he’d seen me on The Merv Griffin Show a few weeks earlier, when I’d guested with Jerry Lewis.” In it, he tells of a dinner party thrown in his honor by Bobby Darin. Finally picked it up after reading this Dave Chappelle profile in The Believer:Īnother book you should buy if you can spare twenty bucks is Pryor Convictions and Other Life Sentences, Richard Pryor’s autobiography. Huge fan of Pryor, and had been meaning to read this for years. Richard Pryor, Pryor Convictions and Other Life Sentences
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