memoir
This is Billy Crystal’s memoir about growing up in New York
City and only getting about 700 Sundays’ worth of time with his father before
his death.
The book was humor-filled, as you would expect. As I read
it, it was so easy to imagine Crystal speaking these lines out loud to an
audience. I really just
enjoyed getting to learn about his childhood and how he knew early that he
wanted to be a performer. I also liked his memories of his relatives, some with
incredible careers and connections. I was really interested to learn about his
love of sports and his early experiences with jazz legends thanks to his
uncle’s business savvy.
Crystal is a comedian and the story was told with his
signature humor, often far-fetched exaggerations interspersed within the tales.
But his touching segments about the losses of each of his parents were really
heartfelt and brought tears to my eyes. Truly, the memoir covers much more
than the Sundays with his dad.
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