Saturday, October 9, 2021

the last book I ever read (Based on a True Story: Not a Memoir by Norm Macdonald, excerpt six)

from Based on a True Story: Not a Memoir by Norm Macdonald:

I met some great comics in Los Angeles, and the best one, and the one who became my friend and hero, was Rodney Dangerfield. Many a night I sat at the back of the Improv, watching Rodney the way a dog watches a man, or a man a god. This guy was the complete package. He looked funny, he talked funny, he even moved funny—tugging at his tie and wiping sweat off his brow—and all the while his comically bulging eyes shifted nervously from side to side. He wrote the best jokes any comic has ever written. But that’s news to nobody.

I know another side of Rodney.

I’ve got the inside scoop on big-time celebrities, and one of them is Rodney Dangerfield. Soon after meeting Rodney, when he was at the peak of his career, I learned a very distressing truth. And that truth was that success and money mean nothing when it comes to achieving happiness.

From an outside’s perspective, it seemed Rodney had everything: money, success, fame. But there was one thing Rodney Dangerfield was never able to attan, and it plagued him his entire life. The ugly little secret in Hollywood was that Rodney Dangerfield never got any respect.

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