Why Me? The Sammy Davis, Jr. Story by Sammy Davis, Jr. and Jane and Burt Boyar
currently round 2/3 of the way through. i started this when i was working part time as a shelver at a teeny branch of the local public library before i landed my current cataloging job at the university. my shifts were 4 hours and it only took me a quarter of that to do all i had to do so the rest of my time was spent meandering round the stacks until something grabbed my attention long enough that i'd stand in one spot reading for hours until time to go home. in the few months i was there i read tom stoppard's rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead, vonnegut's man without a country, richard pryor's autobiography - pryor convictions, and cynthia rylant's something permanent not to mention the countless others that i read bits and pieces of. i've never been much of a biography reader until fairly recently, always more a fan of the diaries and journals. but this particular one is really so very good, sometimes when i'm with m i'll just go on and on about it. the civil rights movement, martin luther king, jr, bobby kennedy's campaign, the black panthers, the assasinations, hollywood's and sammy's own (though only for the ritualistic orgies, certainly) dabblings in satanism, to fatherhood and fame and image and frank and money and movies and women and fashion. it does read on the swingin cat sammy baby hokey talk at times, but in turn has more than once brought me to the verge of tears with its portrayal of the times, the movements, the pitfalls, and the heartbreak.