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As a 10 year old, in the mid 1990's I found my mom's briefcase of cassettes from the 80's. Next to Whitney Houston and Frank Zappa was a stand-up comedy recording of Robin Williams. Was it appropriate for a 10 year old, of course not. Did I understand all the jokes, nope but I understood enough to be an instant fan. I had watched some of his movies (Awakenings, Dead Poets Society) and developed a small obsession with the Good Morning, Vietnam soundtrack. I then started to record myself pretending to be a deejay mimicking Robin's style.
For many years, Robin was my favorite actor hands down. Like the rest of the world I was shocked by his passing. I sobbed for a stranger I never met for two days.
All of this resulted in me shelving this book for years. I was avoiding the inevitable sadness. This book captures the entire span of his life, it was completed after his passing. I only cried about five times. I felt the book was gentle, it was committed to the perceived reality of his life. The author wrote the book with love.
For many years, Robin was my favorite actor hands down. Like the rest of the world I was shocked by his passing. I sobbed for a stranger I never met for two days.
All of this resulted in me shelving this book for years. I was avoiding the inevitable sadness. This book captures the entire span of his life, it was completed after his passing. I only cried about five times. I felt the book was gentle, it was committed to the perceived reality of his life. The author wrote the book with love.