A very odd book, published under a very odd arrangement hits stores tomorrow.
It's a bio of Kate Hepburn, which disgusted me at first, because I assumed it was an incredible quickie, thrown together in record time. Very different. She worked very closely on it--large chunks are merely transcripts of her oral narrations--but her stipulation was it would not come out until her death. And shortly after her death, "to correct any in
accuracies about her life printed in other publications," according to AP.
It's written by National Book Award winner A. Scott Berg, who said, "With this book, I think, she imagined there would be at least a foundation of truth -- of what she actually said and thought about things, in many cases things she felt should not be printed until she died," he said."
Huh. Wonder what she's hiding.
Very odd instinct to me. I always want to throw it all out there, tell everyone everything. Can't imagine sitting on those secrets my whole life. And I really can't get the part about wanting to not be around to hear the reaction. I can see wanting to wait until the other people involved are gone. But myself--if I know I did them . . .
I guess I'm just wired differently than some people. It's hard for me to picture how an actor would be one of those internal people, though. But I've never really clicked with many actors. We seem to be on different wavelengths top to bottom.
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Interesting story (much better than the AP account, of course) in the Times, by David Carr, one of the few good writers I've seen consistently in the Times (other than the great Frank Rich, of course).
More details there on how Putnam kept it a secret for ten years, with the ten who knew about it referring to it only as, "the secret book."
"It had all been written, edited and set in type in 2001, and then we locked it in a drawer," [Putnam President Carole Baron] added. "When we received word of Ms. Hepburn's death, Scott wrote the end and then we pushed the button."
It's #3 on Amazon right now.