I’ve read more celebrity autobiographies this year than I care to mention. I try to avoid the ones that are candicates for Celebrity Autobiography, but I have a morbid fascination for those too. In my defense, a couple of the celebrity autobiographies I’ve read have been pretty good (and another on my list, Roger Ebert’s Life Itself, promises to be). I’m a big 30 Rock fan and Bossypants was too well-reviewed to pass up.
Bossypants is basically divided into two parts. The best part is the first half, the neurotic story of her climb to the top. It reads a lot like David Sedaris: vignettes about adolescence, pitfalls with boys, and horrible menial jobs. Once the book enters its second part as she gets her job at SNL, the book loses a bit of its charm (even for me, and I’m a fan of the show). Still, the whirlwind surrounding the whole Sarah Palin affair is fascinating (I read the audiobook version, which contains the actual appearances).
*** (3 of 4 stars)
