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Автор: Griffin Kathy
Название: Official Book Club Selection: A Memoir According to Kathy Griffin
Перевод названия: Мемуары Кати Гриффин
ISBN: 9780345518569
Издательство: Random House (USA)
Классификация: ISBN-10: 034551856X
Обложка/Формат: Paperback
Страницы: 368
Вес: 0.29 кг.
Дата издания: 30.06.2010
Язык: English
Размер: 200.70 x 129.50 x 22.90
Поставляется из: США
Описание: A Conversation with Kathy Griffin:
Q: State your name and profession.
KG: My name is Kathy Griffin, and I am a teller of d**k jokes. And a plumber.
Q: This is your first book. Had you ever considered writing anything before? A novel? Or a work of historical scholarship? Or a childrens story?
KG: I had not considered it, because Id always been told by the nuns at St. Bernadines that my cursive was poor. A children s story is an interesting idea. Hows this for a title: Waterboarding Pre-Teens: The Debate is Back On. I have a political side as well.
Q: You seem fairly obsessed with Oprah. Is this something youll ever outgrow?
KG: I will never outgrow my obsession with Oprah. Just as she will never outgrow her cardigan sweaters. Oops, she already has. Now look, that sounds like a dig, but its not. Its called a struggle, and Im on it with her. I support her. (Not as much as she needs those underwire bras to support her, because shes got some serious ropes and pulleys going on there.) The point is, I worship her, and fear her at the same time. And believe me, that s how she wants it. Dont be fooled.
Q: Did I miss something? Wheres Celine Dion in this book?
KG: I didnt write about Celine Dion, only because of my fear of her husband Rene Angelil. I have an unfounded but constant fear that he could be in the French-Canadian mafia. Or have French-Canadian mafia ties, and by ties I dont mean les cravats. And I fear that I may be abducted, whisked away and held prisoner at a charming little brasserie in Montreal, forced to eat multiple Croque Monsieur sandwiches until I confess to knowing the lyrics to every single one of her songs.
Q: What do you think gays should take away from reading this book?
KG: I think the gays should be happy with this book. It talks a lot about being who you are, and I certainly mention a lot of gay people. I would say it definitely has strong gay themes, and the gay community should know that frankly it has been a moral struggle for me to even acknowledge the heterosexual community in this book at all. But I am slowly reaching out an olive branch to the heterosexual community, even though I believe everything they do goes against the teachings of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. But Im trying not to judge them.
Q: Describe your ideal, make-a-wish day of personal experiences with bats**t celebrities.
KG: Well, it would start with some sort of a fit in the hair-and-makeup trailer on a set. I heard a story that when Sharon Stone was working on Casino, she got into such a fight with her hairdresser, that after he spent four hours doing this beautiful bouffant hairdo for her, she got up and walked in the sink and put her head underwater. I have no idea if thats true, but I hope it is, cause thats some awesome s**t I would love to see. Then it would go right to lunch, where I could witness an eating disorder. Maybe a Lohan is purging in a bush somewhere with her finger down her throat. Or perhaps theres an Olsen twin on a scale crying because she finally tipped 100. Any outburst over weight I would cherish. Also, it would be great to see an actress have a workload meltdown. So maybe at 2:00 some A-lister saying, I cant handle this s**t anymore. Because I love when actors cant deal with a normal workday, and they think two in the afternoon is like midnight, so I would love to see somebody storming to their car, exhausted because theyve put in a grueling four-hour workday of saying three lines and texting their nanny. Then its maybe off to an illicit affair. At the top of my wish list would be following a rapper or a football player over to his baby mamas house where a screaming match ensues to the point where someone, maybe me, has to anonymously dial 911, and then I take a couple pictures, and I become an unannounced star witness later at the trial, entering Joan Collins-style in a smashing hat. And then at the end of the day i

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