Official Book Club Selection is Kathy Griffin unplugged, uncensored, and unafraid to dish about what really happens on the road, away from the cameras, and at the star party after the show. (It’s also her big chance to score that coveted book club endorsement she’s always wanted. Are you there, Oprah? It’s me, Kathy.)
Kathy Griffin has won Emmys for her reality show Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List, been nominated for a Grammy, worked and walked every red carpet known to man, and rung in the New Year with Anderson Cooper. But the legions of fans who pack Kathy’s sold-out comedy shows have heard only part of her remarkable story. Writing with her trademark wit, the feisty comic settles a few old scores, celebrates the friends and mentors who helped her claw her way to the top, and shares insider gossip about celebrity behavior—the good, the bad, and the very ugly. She recounts the crazy ups and downs of her own career and introduces us to some of the supertalented people she encountered before they got famous (or, in some cases, after fame went to their heads). Word to the wise: If you’ve ever crossed Kathy Griffin at some point in your life, check the index for your name.
Along the way, Kathy reveals intimate details about her life before and after she made the big time. She opens up about everything from growing up with a dysfunctional family in suburban Illinois to bombing as a young comedian in L.A., from her well-publicized plastic surgery disasters to her highly publicized divorce, and more. Only in this book will you learn how the dinner table is the best training ground for a career in stand-up, how speaking your mind can bite you on the ass and buy you a house, and which people in Kathy’s life have taught her the most valuable lessons—both inside and outside the entertainment industry. And as if all that wasn’t enough, there are also dozens of exclusive and somewhat embarrassing photos from Kathy’s own collection—featuring the diva of the D List herself, with her old nose as well as her new one, plus celebrity friends, foes, frenemies, and hangers-on for you to gawk at.
Refreshingly candid, unflinchingly honest, and full of hilarious “Did she really say that?” moments, Official Book Club Selection will make you laugh until you cry, or just puke up a little bit.
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About the Author
Kathy Griffin, a multi—Emmy Award—winning and Grammy-nominated comedian and actress, is best known for her Bravo television reality show Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List, her multiple stand-up comedy specials on HBO, Comedy Central, and Bravo, and her four-year stint on the NBC sitcom Suddenly Susan. She has hosted several award shows and appeared on numerous talk shows including Late Night with David Letterman, The Tonight Show with Jay Leno, and The View. She has been nominated for a Grammy for her comedy CD, For Your Consideration, and performs to sold-out audiences at venues worldwide.
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THE LITTLEST GOSSIP GIRL
Have you ever looked at the online photos of Britney's peesh?
I probably shouldn't start my book with that question, but I just I can't get enough of those photos. I find it nearly impossible to turn away from an online snapshot of any celebrity's peesh. All right, Kath. Focus. This is the story of your life.
Wait! Have you seen that TV commercial with Wynonna Judd where she hawks diet pills? Look, I don't mean to be rude, but maybe a gal with a big voice and a bigger . . . um . . . talent, shouldn't be hawking diet pills. Come on, you know those pills are just tiny donuts. Teeny, tiny powdered donuts.
All right, that wasn't very nice. In fact, it was inappropriate, and nothing short of cheap gossip. But let's face it, that's why you bought this book. That's right, I'm bringing it: gays, women, and the occasional DL (down-low) husband. The pages you are about to read have a lot of gossip, but guess what? Most of it's about me. I'm going to try to make this book a recipe (shout out to Paula Deen!) of equal parts shit-talking about myself and others. Yeah, I go down pretty hard on myself in this book. Not as hard as Steve Martin does, or my drunken Irish Catholic relatives do, perhaps. But I've had some heartaches and bumpy passages on this road to notoriety. Basically, I take great pride in the fact that I'm a professional. You're in good hands. This is a job I've been training for my entire life.
How did I get here, then?
I'll start with a statement so shocking you might have to burn this book immediately:
I was a kid who needed to talk. All the time.
I mean, what's a beleaguered Mary Margaret Griffin to do when her mouthy little daughter won't shut the fuck up? Breathe a sigh of relief, for one thing, whenever I would bolt out the front door of our house on Home Avenue in suburban Oak Park, Illinois.
But Mom was really of two minds about my exit. While part of her was thinking, Thank God, get her out of my earshot, the other part surely thought, Uh-oh. That's because I'd just go next door to the Bowens' house, where I first learned the power of juicy material.
The Bowens were an older couple, and they lived with Mrs. Bowen's mother, Mrs. Tyres. The Bowens, Mrs. Tyres, and I had a mutual understanding. They would bribe me with Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies, and I'd freely spill our family secrets, all to my mom's horror, of course. She knew exactly what was going on because she could see it all through our kitchen window, which had a perfect view into the Bowens' formal dining room. Mom would be doing dishes, occasionally nursing a nice highball—boxed wine innovations hadn't arrived yet—then look up, see my mouth moving, and then see the Bowens shaking their heads.
It was good stuff I was slinging, too. I'd reveal how one of my older siblings would have had a kegger the night before, and I'd run right over with the latest. "Yeah, Joyce had a party and one guy just fell asleep right on the lawn!" I'd excitedly report. "He was real drunk and everything! There was puke everywhere! My mom made me promise not to tell anybody! I don't think she meant you, Mrs. Tyres! Boy, these cookies sure are good!"
From my perch at the Bowens' table, I could see my poor mom waving me over, mouthing "Get back here! Get back here!" If either Mrs. Bowen or Mrs. Tyres looked over, too, my mom could turn on her party face instantaneously and be all smiles: "Oh hell-o-o-o-o-o-o, Mrs. Bowen!"
Everything was so prim and proper at the Bowens', with doilies on the table, and cookies neatly laid out on a plate. It was like high tea. At our packed house, it was a bag of cookies thrown out and all of us diving for them like animals, with no Kate Gosselin there to spank some sense into us. So naturally I thought it was my job to go next door to these fancy people and try to tell the most graphic, shocking, and horrible stories I could. I mean, haven't you sold your soul for a good slice of cake? (More on that later.)
Mr. Bowen, of course, wanted nothing to do with me. Typical straight- guy audience. He would come home in his suit, grab the newspaper, and sit in his Barcalounger, tolerating the freckly, red-headed, seven- year-old spinning top who came over and just talked constantly. Poor Mr. Bowen. The ladies, however, knew what was important, egging me on with widened eyes and a gently prodding "What?"
"My dad swore FOUR TIMES last night!"
"Joyce got kicked out of school again!"
"Keith Norman let me watch him pee in his yard today!"
"My brother had a party where everybody was drunk and my dad had this antique sword and it was stolen and my mom is FURIOUS!" (By the way, my family is still talking about that damn sword.)
This arrangement with the Bowens went on for years. It started when we moved into that Home Avenue house and continued till I was in high school. If the Bowens had had Flip cam technology, they could probably sell it on eBay for tens of dollars. Today, the story of my trips next door is one of my mother's favorites, but I guarantee you it caused her no end of grief back then.
"What are you airin' our GAHDDAMN dirty laundry for?" she'd always unload on me, her Chicago accent in full flight. "Mrs. Bowen and Mrs. Tyres, they don't want to hear your GAHDDAMN mouth, for CHR-EYE-SSAKE. JEEZ-us CHR-EYE-ST."
Sorry, Mom. You and everyone else in the family might call it tattling. But to me, they were my first live shows. From the Bowens to Madison Square Garden, it's been quite a ride.
Growing Up Griffin
With all the craziness this past year surrounding the Octomom and her fourteen kids—I'm on suicide watch for her, by the way—it's worth noting that my mother was herself the youngest of sixteen. Suck it, Octomom. Before fertility drugs let Nadya Suleman set some kind of land speed record in childbirth, there was good old-fashioned Irish Catholicism.
Of course, I've told Jesus to suck it, too, which earned me a certain measure of notoriety, because you have to make fun of any religion that would let you have sixteen kids and say it's God's will. I mean, bless my grandparents. They seem like they were wonderful people. I didn't know them, really, because most of them had passed away before I was born. But that amount of children is clearly insane. They were big believers in the rhythm method, and you can see how well that worked out for them. I don't even know my grandmother's first name, because my mother only refers to her as "The Saint." For instance, I would say, "Mom, don't you think it might not have been the best choice to keep on having children, one a year, like she was punching a clock?"
She'd reply, "NO, don't say that! The woman's a SAINT!"
My mother's father was just called "The Governor," or "Himself." Which, if you have sixteen kids, probably isn't as crazy as it sounds. "Himself is comin' home!" Grandma would supposedly announce in her Old Country brogue. I had to clarify with my mom who exactly she was talking about when she'd use this term. I would say, "Mom, do you mean your dad?" And she'd say "Of course. Himself."
Apparently, "Himself" liked to get into fistfights with his sons, well into their twenties. That's right. My mother would talk about this as if it were cute and adorable. Um, no. There isn't supposed to be any fisticuffs as a matter of everyday parenting.
I know I'm making fun of my family—mostly because I love teasing my mom —but there was also real tragedy in that situation. For one thing, you can't keep track of that many kids, and the likelihood of something horrible happening because of that just increases. This is a true Irish Catholic story: One young child in my mom's family died when he pulled a pot of boiling water off the stove and was scalded to death. Her sister Angeline died of tuberculosis when she was twenty-one. This was a time when scurvy and polio were real dangers, when a family member would go into a veterans' hospital and never come back.
My mother's family came over on a ship in steerage class from Ireland, but she and her four siblings nearest in age were born in America, so I'm second generation. They settled in the west side of Chicago, and life became all about the parish, or church community. Presentation was the name of the Catholic church they attended, and this is what I love about the Irish: My mother became known as the second prettiest girl at Presentation parish.
"Why was that okay?" I once asked her.
"Oh, because everybody knew Mary Griffin was the most beautiful girl at Presentation," she replied.
My mom was happy to be on the D-list! Just like I'm not trying to be Brooke Shields, she wasn't trying to be Mary Griffin. Now, she did go and marry the prettiest girl's brother, my father, John Patrick Griffin. That probably helps you accept the mantle of second prettiest girl at Presentation.
My dad's family, on the other hand, was something of an embarrassment at Presentation, because—get ready—my dad was the youngest of only five kids. You can imagine trying to be happy with only five children in the family. I'm sure you're dampening this page already with tears of pity.
We don't know if Mr. Griffin the elder was shooting blanks, or somebody was partially barren, which is apparently the worst thing you could call a woman in those days, but it gets crazier. After my grandmother had five children—six, really, since one baby sadly died after a week—she said, "I don't want any more kids." To which Grandpa said, "Well, the only way to not have kids is to not have sex, because we're not going to use condoms or anything."
"Yeah, that's the deal," my grandma agreed. "No more sex."
"No sex? I'm out of here."
I love that this was apparently a very religious man, too. What, a "bad" Catholic uses birth control, but a "good" Catholic leaves his wife over it? So-o-o-o religious. Anyway, Mr. Griffin moved out and relocated one parish over, where he checked tickets on streetcars for a living. But here's the kicker: Because it was such a shame to have a man leave you or get divorced, for years my dad had to tell the whole parish that his father had died. Mrs. Griffin would say, "Yeah, my husband passed away."
I just want to reiterate: He was one parish away. We're talking two miles. It was such a small-town culture that no one knew. How could they not just run into him?
It gets better. As my grandpa on my dad's side got older, he took ill. So the woman he abandoned, my grandmother, actually took him back, and took care of him! Then they had to tell the town, "Oh, right, he's . . . actually . . . not dead." But the best part is, when my grandparents reunited, they vowed never to speak to each other until the day they died. She nursed him in silence all the way to his deathbed. How sweet a deal did he get?
When his dad returned, my father was still living at home, and he had begun dating my mom. According to my mom, their first date, which took place at the blindingly romantic setting of his family's home, went something like this:
"Tell your mother to pass the butter."
"Tell your father to get his OWN butter!"
"Tell your mother I want some more soda bread."
"Tell your father he can have the soda bread when I'm good and ready!"
Maggie just looked over at the son of these two, and ten minutes later realized, "So this is the gig." But when she tells the story now, Mom makes it sound as if it were par for the course. So freakin' Irish Catholic.
Before they started dating my parents first met at the Formfit bra factory. Dad was a stock boy, and Mom was a secretary. Somebody introduced them, and as the story goes, that somebody said, "John, you know Maggie, the second prettiest girl at Presentation?" And he said, "No, I don't know her."
My mother was incensed. "What do you mean you don't know me? I'm the second prettiest girl at Presentation! And by the way, you're not that hot, anyway. How can you be related to a beautiful sister like Mary, the prettiest girl at Presentation?"
Well, the sparks flew. Mom was very intrigued that Dad wasn't just following her around drooling. But he really got her with his sense of humor. He did the smart thing in the beginning: He would go out on a "date" with her and a few of her girlfriends or sisters. It wasn't heavy dating. They didn't have any money, so a night out was a bottle of booze and a trip to the park with plastic cups in the middle of winter. Now, this is Chicago. That's a fucking cold night out. It was usually Dad, my mom, her friend Rae and her sister Irene, and they'd all just get hammered. Then, it would be too cold to walk home so they'd go from building to building, and Dad would ring the doorbell of each one. Then they'd be let into the foyer, warm up some, and then he would ring the bell of every apartment as a joke, and the girls would be mad at Dad but they'd laugh anyway. "Johnny, stop it!" they'd say, and he'd promise not to do it, and then do it again. Just so you know the level of entertainment we're dealing with here. This was a hot Saturday night for them.
According to my mom, she and dad dated almost two years before getting married. Dad was home on furlough from the war for just a few days, right before Pearl Harbor, after which he had to get back to his base right away. Mom went to meet him in Denver, hoping they could get married on St. Patrick's Day, but due to some army regulations, they had to wait until March 20 (at that time, soldiers kinda had to get approval, or so Maggie says)—lucky for them the army approved! They had their first child, Kenny, nine months and four days after they got married. We kids like to tease Mom: Perhaps she was a naughty girl? But she's very proud that that four-day window proved Kenny wasn't an "accident baby." The rest of us came afterward in four- or five-year increments: Joyce, Gary, John, and then me, on November 4, 1960. Right next to Election Day! (I then went on to retroactively elect my mother the prettiest girl at Presentation.) I'm the baby, just like my mother and father were in their families, and I never heard the end of it. I got away with everything, according to my siblings. But Mom doesn't think I was spoiled. Precocious, okay. Annoying, yes. But not spoiled. She will also happily admit that I was an accident baby, and that by the time I came along—eighteen years after their first child was born— Mom and Dad were too tired to worry about me.
But get this: When my mother was pregnant with me, it turns out she was on amphetamines. That's right, speed. This was a time when doctors thought a woman shouldn't gain more than fifteen pounds during a pregnancy—and when doctors spoke back then, mothers listened—so to keep her weight down they gave my mom amphetamines! She took them while she was pregnant, and after she had me to lose the few pounds she had gained. Plus—I love this—she's actually guilt-ridden about it. She thinks that's what made me crazy, or shall we say, the accomplished person I am today. Let's just take this in for a moment, shall we? In 1960 there were two doctors in Forest Park, Illinois, who were just doling out methamphetamines to pregnant Irish Catholic women with part-time jobs. Where's my Dateline episode? I like to picture my mom with a baby on the way, bouncing off the walls, scratching her neck, and fiddling with the rabbit ears on the TV set in a frenzied manner. This, by the way, is how I write my act: I get an idea in my head and I run with it. So granted, I was a fetus at the time, but I was there. You can't deny that. Also, the way I tell it is probably funnier than the way it actually happened. But in any case, she now believes I'm her crack baby.
Table of Contents
Foreword: Dear Oprah
Chapter 1: The Littlest Gossip Girl
Chapter 2: Growing Up Griffin
Chapter 3: They Barked, They Laughed
Chapter 4: Kenny
Chapter 5: LA Is My Lady
Chapter 6: To Live and Bomb in LA
Chapter 7: Hot Cup O’ Talk
Chapter 8: I’m a Star! (Okay, A Guest Star)
Chapter 9: Brooke Shields, Don’t Read This
Chapter 10: Talk Shows: Let the Banning Begin
Chapter 11: From Worcester MA to Dick: Stories from the Road
Chapter 12: Nip Fu####
Chapter 13: Reinventing Myself: I’m Just Like Madonna!
Chapter 14: Reality Check
Chapter 15: My Marriage Begins
Chapter 16: My Marriage Ends
Chapter 17: Fanning Flames in Hollywood, And Yes I Mean Dakota
Chapter 18: A Win, A Loss
Chapter 19: The Wizard of Woz
Chapter 20: Paris Hilton Changed My Life
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 children’s story?
KG: I had not considered it, because I’d always been told by the nuns at St. Bernadine’s that my cursive was poor. A children’s story is an interesting idea. How’s 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 you’ll 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 it’s not. It’s called a struggle, and I’m on it with her. I support her. (Not as much as she needs those underwire bras to support her, because she’s 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. Don’t be fooled.
Q: Did I miss something? Where’s Celine Dion in this book?
KG: I didn’t 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 don’t 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 I’m trying not to judge them.
Q: Describe your ideal, make-a-wish day of personal experiences with batsh*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 that’s true, but I hope it is, cause that’s some awesome shit 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 there’s 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 can’t handle this shit anymore.” Because I love when actors can’t 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 they’ve put in a grueling four-hour workday of saying three lines and texting their nanny. Then it’s 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 mama’s 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 it’s a healthy round of clubbing with Janice Dickinson, and then on the way home we go to the Beverly Glen pharmacy and run into Paula Abdul. All three of us secretly take our small white-paper pharmacy bags and put them behind our backs and make uncomfortable small talk.
Hi, how are you? How’s Gayle doing today? Nice to hear. Get ready, cause after you read this barn burner, you’re gonna want me on for sweeps week. You’re gonna want to open a school in my name, and have a special edition white ladies’ legends ball, just for me. Barbara Walters can cater. Maybe. I know you have questions about what’s wrong with me. Call Dr. Oz, he can be on with me during my hour, too. You don’t have to call Nate. He’s already on my team. But don’t act like you don’t want to see my post-op plastic surgery photos, if you haven’t already flipped to that chapter. You probably don’t remember that I was actually a guest on your show. Once. I’m on a lot of shows once, for some reason. But just know that if my house ever catches fire, I’m grabbing my two dogs, my picture with you, and running for my life. My mom is on her own. By the way, don’t even think about Skype-ing my mom for this episode. She’ll throw me under the bus in a heartbeat. She’s got a thing for Gayle. Ring a bell? Let’s establish some ground rules for my much-anticipated appearance on your show. First of all, I’d like to sit on your lap, at a moment of your choosing. Please wear peach. I love you in summer colors. We’re going to cold-call Steadman, because I’m no longer convinced he even exists. And you will have to introduce me using your signature vowel-elongating bellow. Repeat after me: “KAAAA-THAY GRA-A-A-A-FF-A-A-A-A-A-N!” I already have chills. Here’s my promise to you. This will be the most talked-about episode of your career. Well, after the one where Dr. Oz showed pictures of your poo. And maybe the one where the Olsen twins shocked the world with their tales of the difficulties of living in the public spotlight while trying to sell their sassy-themed tween fashion clothing line. I know that you like to do episodes that help women put themselves “first on their list,” that inspire “lightbulb” moments, and that lead to revelations that are big. “BIG, PE-E-E-E-PUHL!” Our hour together on camera, in front of your global audience, will surely motivate, challenge, and most important, help the children. After all, it is about the children. They are our future. Here is what you will admire about me. I’m living the life you secretly wish you could. I’ve got the dysfunctional family story just like a lot of people. I’ve bitten, scratched, and clawed to get where I am, just like you. But I don’t have to be nice about it. I’m naming names and telling tales out of school. I will be your guilty pleasure. I will be your new showbiz confidante. I will be your new Julia Rob-istonaltrow-avolta-angelou. So strap yourself in, O. You may be the only person who will still be talking to me by the end of this journey. Keep a bunk open at that school in South Africa. I may need to lay low for a while. Come to think of it, I’m not sure you can handle this book. I’m going to Tyra. XXOO Kathy Griffin
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I've been watching My Life on the D-List for a while and have always been a fan of Kathy, so I was very excited for her book! It reads just like how she talks, and I loved that there were also very personal, serious moments such as descriptions of her father and marriage/divorce. I'd also suggest getting the audio book - I did and it's fun to hear how she reads her own book and adds some hilarious personal comments as well. This book made me laugh out loud, and I can always appreciate that. People either seem to love or hate Kathy, but if you love her like I do, you will LOVE this book too! :-)
I wouldn't call myself Kathy's biggest fan; I assumed this, like a lot of comedy memoirs, would be a quick and easy read and would make me feel better about myself than if I picked up an US Weekly or People magazine. Kathy's introspective look and honesty came as a surprise, and I was impressed at her drive to make it finally onto that D-list. Her chapter on a college show where she performed with Andy Dick was uncomfortable but a great addition and I really thought she handled the chapter on the break-up of her marriage with a lot of class. I doubt I'll be tuning into her show, but I do look forward to future books!
Official Book Club Selection A Memoir According To Kathy Griffin, was written by Kathy Griffin, comedian, actress, and now author, about her life on the "D- List" and how her hard work through life got her there. If you've heard of Kathy Griffin, you know she's not afraid to speak her mind. In this book, you hear about the craziest things she's ever said and learn the true reason behind them all. Through her story, Kathy also gives advice if you're trying to make it in the world of Hollywood. She tells you everything and holds back nothing. You learn about her family and her relationship with her brother Kenny. She also talks about some of the most influential celebrities that she's met and opens up about her plastic surgery which nearly killed her. Written to get on Oprah's "Official Book Club", where the name of the memoir derives from, this book tells the story of her life in a way that makes you laugh almost the entire time. However, she describes parts of her life that really make you empathize with her and could change your whole perspective. I really enjoyed this book, and no part of it left me wanting to put it down. If you've ever heard of Kathy Griffin, love Kathy Griffin, or don't know about Kathy Griffin, you should definitely read this book. Even if you despise Kathy Griffin, I recommend this book to you, because your whole view of her might be changed.
An awesome book...I have never laughed so hard! There is a great balance of humor, substance, and even a few spots that have you emotionally tied to the book. You really learn a lot about Kathy and her past. Awesome book! It is my official book club selection!
I think Kathy's hilarious and her book didn't let me down. I was surprised by how frank and personal she was about her life. I didn't expect that but it added to the book. Kathy seems like a very nice person too, along with being a great comedian. This is definitely worth reading if you like her comedy or just enjoy reading fun books.
There are plenty of laughs in Griffin's autobiography, but there are also plenty of insights and revelations. The discussion of her brother's problems was especially interesting. I also enjoyed reading about her adventures on the comedy club scene. And no one name drops like D-list Kathy Griffin!
I wolfed this book down like a bear claw! Ms. Kathy Griffin comes off as not just fiercely funny, which we all knew, but also kind, bright, eloquent and beautiful, inside and out. It's really a wonderful, surprisingly moving and honest book. Oprah, take note! And if you don't agree, then you can suck it.
Kathy Griffin is a phenomenal comic and well known throughout show-business for her outgoing personality and jokes that push the envelope. Her book exhibits her very well. She is hilarious and witty throughout the entire book. Her Irish-Catholic sarcasm from a young age is relatable yet abnormal. If you are a fan of her comedy you should, read this book. Her narration is colloquial and conversational making her an excellent storyteller. There is nothing that she will not talk about. She pushes all barriers talking about all issues of her life from Brooke Shields, to the Groundlings, to her days of family television. She is admirable within the book from her rough start moving to L.A. with her family living in squalor so she can make it in show business. Her memoir is more than just telling what her life has been like so far. She puts heart into her stories. It is like watching her doing stand-up where everything seems so outrageous and outlandish but you can't help but laugh. Her book gets into points about her life that her show doesn't reveal. Her early years are fascinating. Her mother Maggie, who is always the but of her jokes, is shown during her childhood but along with the role that her father plays in her life. Kathy is known to loud on very controversial issues in today's world, I believe that by reading her book you can see the passion she has for her opinions but are able to respect her, even through some of he more inappropriate decisions.
Funny and interesting. I really liked the chapters on talk show hosts and the fake "reading group guide at the end made me crack up."
This book is yet another reminder of what kind of ego it takes to make it in showbiz. Like other comedians, Kathy Griffin comes across as a bit of a nasty character. She is not D-list, but more of a bottom feeder. The "ugly girl with shock value" shtick has been done before, and better (eg by Ruby Wax). Griffin is quick to judge others, yet can't seem able to apply these rules to herself. In this book she portrays herself as a money-obsessed control freak, who seems to have little grasp of how marriages should work, and hardly mentions any close friends ("the gays" that come up frequently are nameless, like some interchangeable accessory). Some bits are funny, but it gets tired rather quickly - a bit like Kathy Griffin herself, really.
I went into reading this book with an open mind. From what I had seen of Kathy Griffin (admittedly not much, just the occasional youtube video and TV appearance), I wasn't sure whether I liked her or not. There's a lot of negativity about her voice, her brashness, etc.c, but I decided to read this book and make my own opinion. I found the first half of the book pretty interesting and amusing, but around halfway it seemed that she had begun losing steam. By the time I got to her e-mail exchanges with 'Woz' she'd lost me, and I couldn't finish the book.Maybe she should take her own advice when she said: "Change up the material faster. Don¿t spend twenty minutes on one story [...]. Move it along, people."
Let me start off by saying that I love Kathy Griffin. I never really paid attention to her until a couple years ago. I just happened to catch one of her acts and I have been hooked ever since.I listened to the audiobook of Official Book Club Selection: A Memoir According to Kathy Griffin in the car to and from D.C. When I first turned it on, I have to admit I had my doubts. When you listen to someone do stand-up comedy, it is an interesting adjustment to hear them clearly reading something instead of doing an act from memory. However, by the second chapter, I think Kathy and I had found our groove.It was really interesting to find out a bit about her family (she had brother in prison), as well as her divorce (I didn't even know she had been married). I also love to hear about how she really is around the famous people she talks all the crap about. Some of them seem to take it really well (Jerry Seinfeld) while others ban her from their shows. She also talks a bit about how her comedy as well as her show (My Life on the D List) have cost her some friendships.Like I said before, I love Kathy. Sure, sometimes she goes too far, but I appreciate how real she is. She says what she feels and talks about what she sees, and she does it in a way that is hilarious. Her comedy is definitely not something that can be enjoyed by everyone, but if you are someone who can handle how vulgar and in your face Kathy is, I would absolutely recommend you pick up this book. I recommend her audiobook because Kathy is meant to be listened to, not read.
If you like Kathy Griffin's stand up or her reality show, "My Life on the D List", you'll probably like this book. As a fan of Kathy, I enjoyed getting a sneak peak at her early years, her family life and of course more of her funny celebrity stories. Definitely a fun read!
People either really like Kathy Griffin, or they really don't. I'm in the really-like-her camp. (Although I will admit she does cross the line at times with her comedy.) I started watching her "Life on the D-List" show on Bravo TV from day one, and was impressed with her work ethic. No one works harder than Kathy to get her name out there. A stand-up comic who performs all across the country, she is best known for her costarring role in Brooke Shields 90s sitcom "Suddenly Susan", but my sons knew her from her hilarious guest turns as a standup comedian who causes trouble when she puts Jerry Seinfeld in her act on "Seinfeld".Kathy has won two Emmys for her Bravo TV show and was nominated for a Grammy for her comedy CD, "For Your Consideration". Next she tackles the publishing world with "Official Book Club Selection: A Memoir According to Kathy Griffin", which debuted at number #1 on the NY Times Non-fiction bestseller list.I saw Kathy at a book signing at Barnes & Noble in Tribeca on the day of the book's release. I had to get there at 9am to get a wristband to get back in for the 7pm signing. I returned to the store at 5pm and there were already well over 50 people in line with wristbands, and easily another 50 in a stand-by line. Over 300 people showed by 7pm.The only other person I had to get a wristband for ten hours early was Liza Minnelli- I'd say Kathy is in A-list company now! She arrived on time to hoots and howls from the audience. She looked fabulous in a jeweled-toned dress, and regaled the audience with stories about doing "The Today Show" with Kathie Lee Gifford that morning.There wasn't time for a reading or questions because there were so many people there and Kathy wanted to sign everyone's books, which disappointed me. I would have loved to hear her read from the book!The book is very good- not your standard haha book written by a comedian to make a quick buck. Griffin has obviously given this endeavor much thought for a long time. There is a lot of funny in here, lots of celebrity dish, and some heartache as well.Griffin is brutally honest about things her family probably wishes she weren't. She is the baby of a large Irish-Catholic family from a Chicago suburb. Her parents liked to drink, and Griffin herself is a tee totaler today probably because of that.She writes candidly about her brother Kenny, a man with a drinking and drug problem. Kathy says that he was a pedophile, preying on young girls, and this revelation has caused hard feelings with her family who wished she hadn't written about it. Her point is that many families have difficulties like this, and maybe her honesty will help others deal with their family issues. That chapter is moving and honest, and at times, hard to read. It doesn't seem done for sensationalism, but simply as a part of her life that greatly affected her.She has met many celebrities in her career, and she is honest about them as well. Steve Martin comes off a real-life jerk as they shared a talk show couch. A comedy stunt Kathy pulled interviewing celebrities on the red carpet at the Academy Awards angers Steven Spielberg, and Star Jones and Thomas Haden Church probably won't be happy to see their names in the book either.On the other hand, it's nice to know that George Clooney is the sweetheart we all believe he is. He was kind to Kathy's parents when she did a small guest spot on ER-he even took a photo with them.But the funniest celebrity jibe is taken at Oprah. Griffin consistently pokes fun at the all-powerful Oprah and it is a hilarious running joke in the book. The title of the book is even an Oprah-esque joke about Oprah's Book Club.Griffin also writes openly about the difficulty of being a female comic in a man's world, the disappointment of her failed marriage and even shares horrible photos of her botched liposuction surgery.Kathy Griffin has been around a long time in show business, and she is a testament that hard work and perseverance eventually pays off. The
Kathy Griffin is a raunchy lady, but I kind of like it. It was nice to hear some stories about growing up and her family. I also liked that Kathy Griffin has worked hard for many years, and although she wasn't really getting a break or accomplishing her goals, she still stuck with it. I give her a lot of credit for that.
Memoir of D-List Celebrity. I especially enjoyed learning about her background in the Groundlings, her early days in comedy with those who have gone on to A-List status, and how her act evolved into what it is.Why I Picked It Up: I love Kathy. She's funny, smart, and ballsy, and I read good things about her "performance" of the audiobook.Why I Finished It: The delivery was great, like listening to one of her stand-up specials, but also at times very personal and intimate. There were only a few times when it sounded to me like she was reading the book; mostly it was like she was just going off on an ad-lib, using the book as notes.I'd Give It To: Debbie, whose storytelling style sometimes reminds me of Kathy Griffin. But any Kath-eter who enjoys her work will enjoy this.
I freely confess that am an unabashed fan of the stand-up comic Kathy Griffin. I watch My Life on the D-List whenever I get the opportunity (damn you, Charter Communications! Bravo should be a core channel!) and I have seen her perform live at Foxwoods and Boston's Symphony Hall. I enjoy her profanity-laden style of storytelling, even though sometimes I am not so familiar with the pop culture events that she references. Written in a conversational style, Griffin's memoir traces her life from her early days as a binge-eating kid with dreams of showbiz stardom through her many "dues-paying" years in LA to her eventual (semi-) stardom, with pit stops to discuss her abusive brother, unfortunate taste in men, and plastic surgery. Peppered with humorous anecdotes about stars and life in Hollywood, and marked by some curious omissions (Celebrity Mole, anyone?--never mentioned), Griffin's memoir nevertheless portrays a surprisingly human woman who is realistic about the casualties of her career-driven life and who genuinely, touchingly, loves her parents. I started by reading a paper copy of Official Book Club Selection, but ultimately switched to the audio version (read by Griffin herself), which was much more satisfying than trying to imagine her distinctive voice. However, I've just learned that the audio copy is abridged(???), which seems very un-Kathy-like. It certainly wasn't edited for language, I can tell you that much. One of the best parts of the book--off the cuff celebrity skewerings--will also be its ultimate downfall as the references quickly become dated. However, this is all the more reason for Griffin to write a subsequent memoir, this time including even more delicious gossip and entertaining stories about her rise to (semi-) fame.
If you love Kathy Griffin this is a must read/hear. I'm glad I went with the audiobook version because she narrates it herself and it makes it all the more wonderful. Definitely kept me sane in traffic
The picture she posted with cher was adorbs
Basically comes across as a hater and a bully . She says some mean things she didn't really back up.
Holding mask of prez's head, dripping blood. Not a good read
You couldn't pay me enough to read this book she isn' t funny she is rude, and annoying,loud can't believe she has fans
Hilarious and revealing Kathy pulls no punches, just what you would expect. Its a fast read and leaves one wanting more.
I only wished she would have written about why she didn't want or couldn't have kids.