Without You: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and the Musical Rent

Without You: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and the Musical Rent

by Anthony Rapp


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Anthony Rapp had a special feeling about Jonathan Larson's rock musical Rent as early as his first audition, which won him a starring role as the video artist Mark Cohen. The Pulitzer Prize-winning Rent opened to thunderous acclaim off-Broadway—but even as friends and family were celebrating the show's first success, they were also mourning Jonathan Larson's sudden death from an aortic aneurysm. And when Anthony's mom began to lose her battle with cancer, Anthony found himself struggling to balance his life in the theater with his responsibility to his family.

Anthony Rapp had a special feeling about Jonathan Larson's rock musical Rent as early as his first audition, which won him a starring role as the video artist Mark Cohen. The Pulitzer Prize-winning Rent opened to thunderous acclaim off-Broadway—but even as friends and family were celebrating the show's first success, they were also mourning Jonathan Larson's sudden death from an aortic aneurysm. And when Anthony's mom began to lose her battle with cancer, Anthony found himself struggling to balance his life in the theater with his responsibility to his family.

In Without You, Anthony tells of his exhilarating journey with the cast and crew of Rent as well as the intimacies of his personal life behind the curtain. Marked by fledgling love and devastating loss, Without You is an exceptional memoir of the world of theater, the love of a son for his mother, and maturity won far too early.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780743269773
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Publication date: 10/31/2006
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 634,741
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.43(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Anthony Rapp has been acting professionally since he was nine years old. He's best known for originating the role of Mark Cohen in Jonathan Larson's Pulitzer Prize-winning landmark rock opera Rent, taking the show from off Broadway to Broadway, Chicago, and London. He shared an OBIE Award with the rest of the original cast for his performance. He has appeared in numerous films, including Adventures in Babysitting, Dazed and Confused, the Oscar-winning A Beautiful Mind, and, most recently, the film adaptation of Rent. In 2000, he released his debut album, Look Around. He lives in New York City with his partner, Rodney To, and their three cats, Emma, Sebastian, and Spike. This is his first book.

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I sat down on the curb of Forty-fourth Street between Seventh and Eighth avenues, in front of the St. James Theatre, and glanced at my watch: no way was I going to be on time for my audition. Fuck. I raced to get my shoes off and my skates and helmet on, and launched myself into traffic, my skates gliding and buzzing, my arms pumping, my breath quickening, my skin relishing the balmy autumnal breeze that flowed around me. Rushing around New York City like this had always focused me: all my senses became more acute as I sped down Broadway, swerving among taxis and around jaywalkers, sprinting through yellow lights, avoiding at all costs any lethal car doors that threatened to spring open in my path. I hoped the Rent people would understand my reason for being late. They should. It wasn't as if I could've just up and left my friend Bill's memorial service early; that would have been unconscionable. I would just have to explain myself.

Ten minutes later, and twenty minutes after my scheduled appointment, I slid to a stop at the glass doors of the New York Theatre Workshop on East Fourth Street between Second Avenue and the Bowery. Even though I lived only six blocks away, I had never actually been there. Still breathing heavily, I peered inside. Two actors, one male, one female, sat in the concrete-floored lobby on small wooden chairs between two sets of bright red wooden double doors. At least there were some people ahead of me. I rolled in and plopped myself on the ground, nodding hello to my fellow auditioners, unlatching my helmet, and wiping the sweat out of my eyes all at once. I quickly swapped my skates for shoes and reached in my backpack for my sheet music: R.E.M.'s "Losing My Religion." I hadn't had a chance to warm up my voice yet, and there wasn't going to be a chance to now. So I hummed some random notes at what I hoped was an imperceptible volume, just to get my chords working a little. If the others heard me, they thankfully didn't say anything; instead, their eyes alternately scoured their music and gazed vacantly out at East Fourth Street.

At least I now had time to settle my breath, to let my mind clear from what had been an emotionally draining and cathartic morning. I stared at my sheet music, even though I knew the song, in an attempt to zero in on something outside my head.

My fellow actors went in one at a time, and as much as I disliked listening to other people's auditions (I didn't want to disrespect them, but even more importantly I didn't want to psyche myself out if I caught the sound of someone who was really great), I couldn't help but hear the strains of Bonnie Raitt's "Something to Talk About" and Steve Perry's "Oh Sherrie" floating through the doors. Both of their voices were raw and strong and very rock and roll, and altogether intimidating. At least the three of us weren't all up for the same part, as far as I could tell; the guy looked older than I, and the girl was, well, a girl.

At last it was my turn to go in. I looked up from my music as the Steve Perry singer exited the theatre, and Wendy Ettinger, the casting director, poked her head out the door.

"Hi, Anthony, we're glad you could make it."

I gathered up my stuff and stood. "I'm sorry I was late."

She smiled. "Not a problem. We're running late too." Well, that was a relief.

Wendy opened the door for me, and I followed her into the theatre, feeling the familiar tinges of shyness and formality that often clouded over me when I headed into an audition room, at least during the introductory chitchat phase; once I got to read or sing, I was usually in good shape.

I had met Michael Greif, the director, a few months ago, when I auditioned for his production of The Seagull (he called me back, but didn't cast me), and I immediately recognized him sitting in the middle of the seats, his mop of black curls and dark, round, wire-framed glasses offsetting his pale, cherubic face. Having seen his production of Machinal a few years before, I was eager to work with him; I had been invigorated by the inventive, dark, and refreshingly theatrical vision he'd displayed. I always walked into an audition wanting to make a good impression, but the opportunity to get in front of Michael Greif again motivated me to try to make a great impression.

"Sorry I was late," I said, extending my hand for a shake. "I was at a memorial service for a friend." Had that been too formal of me to say? Too personal? A mistake?

"I'm sorry to hear that," Michael said. And right away, I was relieved; his tone was warm and gracious. "Well, we're glad you're here."

"Thanks." I glanced furtively at the other people spread out among the red velvet seats of the theatre: a young woman and two men, one younger than the other. I didn't recognize any of them. Well, that was no big deal; it was normal at an audition not to know who everyone was.

"So, are you ready?" Michael asked.

"Uh, sure." Good. I would get to do my thing right away.

"Great. Tim will play for you."

At the bottom of the aisle, in front of the stage, sat Tim at an upright piano. I made my way down to him.

"How you doing?" he asked amiably, a lot more amiably than most of the audition pianists I'd encountered over the years.

"Fine. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm great." He seemed like he really meant it, too, as he nodded and smiled. "What are we doing?" I handed him my music. "Oh, great tune."

"What are you singing?" a voice from the audience asked. I looked up to see that it belonged to the younger man, who was hunched down in his seat, a pencil in his mouth.

"'Losing My Religion,'" I said.

He nodded vigorously, also smiling. "Excellent." That response boded well.

I set the tempo with Tim, and jumped up onto the stage, glancing again at Michael, Wendy, the pencil chewer, and the two others I didn't know, all sitting there in the impassive yet attentive manner casting teams always displayed. I took a deep breath, and gave Tim the nod to begin.

The song's opening chords chimed. They were among my most favorite chords of any pop song ever, so simple and so hummable, and so right for the song. My body involuntarily pulsed in time with them, and I launched into my singing.

Ooooooooooh life

Is bigger

It's bigger than you,

And you are not me

I loved the way the song felt in my voice, right in the pocket, so I wasn't straining to hit any notes; I was just soaring on the melody and pouring myself into it. Images from the video of a twirling Michael Stipe danced in my head as I sang, my arms splayed out to my sides, my chest full.

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spotlight

Losing my religion

I had read in an interview somewhere that this song was a love song, that in the South, where R.E.M. was from, losing your religion meant falling in love. I wasn't trying to sing it as a love song to anyone in particular; I was trying to sing it with as much heart and passion as I could muster, to anyone and everyone. I was singing it for the sheer joy of being able to sing it, and I could feel myself flying with it, grateful for the chance to open up my voice and fulfill some of my rock star fantasies, and to pay tribute to one of my all-time favorite bands.

I got so swept away that I lost the sense of where I was in the song, and jumped a verse:

Consider this

Consider this

The hint of the century

Panicking, I peeked at Tim, but he was in the music and right with me. My panic subsided as quickly as it had come, and I charged on, building steam for the final chorus.

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream

I flung my arms out to my sides, spreading them as far as they could go, my hands flaring open, the energy of the song shooting through me. My heart pounded as the final chords rang out, and just like that it was over. My fingers tingled.

"Thanks," Michael said. Was that it? Auditions always ended so quickly, and took so much out of me, like a sprint, leaving me spent, but also warmed up and hungry to keep going. Jazzed, I hopped off the stage and went to the piano, where Tim handed me my music.

"Good job," he said quietly, conspiratorially.

"Thanks." I knew that he was right. It had gone well, even with my fuckup. Not that an audition going well meant anything necessarily; I gave good auditions that led nowhere all the time. Cautiously satisfied, I started up the steps and encountered Michael standing in the aisle next to the young pencil chewer.

"I want to introduce you to Jonathan Larson," Michael said. "He's the writer of the show."

I took Jonathan's hand, shook it. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Jonathan replied, smiling. He looked somewhat young to have written a show, but had what seemed like the right kind of intensity. His long body was all folded up in his plush red seat, and his large face, framed by ears that stuck out a bit too much, glowed pleasantly and openly under a mass of brown curls.

Michael handed me a cassette and some sheet music. "We would like you to come back and sing the title song," he said. "It's the first song on the tape."

"Cool," I said. I loved it when I got called back on the spot. It didn't happen that often, but when it did, it usually worked out that I got the part. I mentally crossed my fingers.

"Great," Michael said. "We'll see you in a couple of days."

The callback couldn't have come at a better moment. It was September 1994, and I had just begun my first-ever "real" job since moving to New York five years earlier: pouring lattes and cappuccinos and double-tall decaf skim no-whip mochas at a Starbucks up on Eighty-first and Second. I had been unusually lucky in getting enough acting work to sustain myself for the five years I'd lived in New York, but things had dried up over the last year or so, and I was now more broke than I'd ever been. If I were cast in Rent, the money would come in handy, and I would savor the creative fulfillment of working on a new show.

Back at my cramped but pleasant East Village apartment, which I shared with my older brother, Adam, and two other roommates, I sat on the floor of my living room and popped the tape in my boom box. All I knew about the show was from the description in the casting sheet on the desk of my agent, Paul, which had said, "Rent is a new rock opera about a group of friends in the East Village," and that my character, Mark, was a videographer. There was also a transvestite mentioned and a drug-addicted, HIV-positive S&M dancer and a rock musician and other characters. It seemed potentially interesting, but the phrase "rock opera" didn't fill me with a tremendous amount of hope; it could all turn out to be silly, with a lot of bad special effects and tacky makeup and big hair. Or it could be funky and hip. The only way to find out, though, was to listen to it, and see.

I pressed play, and a fake-sounding electric guitar solo wailed out a melody I recognized but couldn't place. Then, abruptly, it was cut off, and fake-sounding drums and more fake-sounding guitars kicked in, chugging along in a mid-tempo rock song. It all sounded sampled and computerized, and very '80s. I hoped the rock and roll vibe would get a little more authentic, but I reminded myself that the tape was probably a demo. I followed along with my sheet music as the guy playing Mark sang on the tape.

If I threw my body out the window,

Brains all splattered, guts all steaming in the snow

I wouldn't have to finish shooting videos

No one wants to show


Well, the melody was easy enough, pretty much staying on one note except for the end. The lyrics seemed extreme and vivid for an opening song, although there was a directness and an energy to them. I played on, as Roger sang next, with Mark joining him on the chorus. Its melody reminded me of the 007 theme.

How we gonna pay

How we gonna pay

How we gonna pay

Last month's rent?

It all seemed straightforward enough: obviously, Mark and Roger were frustrated and broke. I could identify with that. I rewound the tape back to the beginning and set about learning the song for my callback.

Ten in the morning was too early to be belting out anything, let alone the opening number of a rock opera, but two days later that's what I was about to be doing. Annoyingly, my contact lenses were blurring up, so I had to keep squinting to make out any of the tiny words printed on the sheet music I gripped in my hand. I hoped they wouldn't notice. I stood in the same spot onstage as my first audition, the same group of five sitting in the audience, and gave my eyes one last forceful rub, willing my vision to clear. Thankfully, it did. I nodded to Tim, he pounded out the opening chords, and I began to sing. On the wrong note.

"Uh, let's start again," Tim said.


"No problem," Michael called out from the audience. I could feel myself blushing, but if Michael wasn't going to be overly fazed by my mistake, neither would I. So I concentrated on my breathing, trying to focus and channel the charge of my embarrassment into my performance; nervous energy was still energy, after all, and if I didn't let it fuel me, it would wind up spinning me out of myself and ruining my audition. I breathed steadily in and out, and Tim plunked the correct note and began the song again. Its drive infected me, and I sang, my voice edgy as I bit into the words, the spite and frustration of the lyrics erupting out of me. It felt good to vent, and good to sing.

"Thanks," Michael said when I was done. My heart pounded. He made his way down the steps of the theatre to the front of the stage, looking up at me as I crouched down to hear what he was saying. "That was fine, but I want you to try something." I waited as he found the words to articulate his thoughts, his eyebrows arching, his hands groping the air. "I want you to think of this less as just an expression of angst and frustration, and more of an attempt to entertain yourself and your friend. You guys are freezing, and you're dancing around to keep yourself warm. You're sort of laughing at your own plight. You're dancing on your grave. Does that make sense?"

I nodded and felt the twinge of wishing I had thought of that already. But at the same time I was grateful for the direction and the opportunity to try again. Too often at auditions directors say nothing at all, and I go home wondering if what I did was remotely close to what they were looking for. "Yeah," I said.

"Great. Also, really ask the question: how are you going to pay the rent? Really ask it. Don't just rant and complain about it."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Great. Let's start again."

He went back to his seat, and Tim played the opening chords. I sang, immediately feeling a lighter touch, and feeling how right that was. The whole song became more arch and sardonic, less nakedly angry, but without losing the inherent frustration that fueled it. I loved when good direction opened material up; it was always more interesting, more full, to have lots of layers to play with.

"Thanks," Michael said when I was finished. "That was great."

Flushed from my singing and sparked by Michael's response, I glanced over at Tim, who quietly but forcefully nodded, his eyes wide and knowing and happy. I jumped off the stage and headed up the aisle.

"Good job," Jonathan said as I passed him. He was also nodding and smiling, again folded up in his seat, a notepad in his lap, his eyes intense and delighted.

"Bye," I replied, waving to everyone as I opened the door and walked into the lobby. I stood there for a moment, chewing my lip. As exhilarated as I always was after a good audition, I also always wanted the casting people to tell me right then and there whether I had the job. That rarely happened, though. While I walked home, disappointment lurked around the edges of my excitement, but I did my best to push it aside and coast on my adrenaline for a little while longer. So I had to wait, as usual. That was okay. This one felt good. This one felt like it was going to happen.

Copyright © 2006 by Anthony Rapp

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"Anthony Rapp has written a courageous, brutally honest memoir that breaks new ground in writing about the constantly changing arena of the American family experience. The beauty of Rapp's writing lies in his ability to touch the reader with such intense emotional power. His insights into the theatre world are equally perceptive and fresh."

— Chris Columbus, director of the film adaptation of Rent

"There's a moment in Rent when Roger damns his best friend, the character played by Anthony Rapp, by exclaiming, 'Mark hides in his work!' Here, Anthony hides nothing. In his account of Rent's backstory and the pain of losing friends and family, Anthony shares incidents and feelings most of us would hesitate to reveal to anyone. As the father of Rent's creator, I think Without You is a marvelous testament to the power of the show. As an audience member, I think it's a wonderful read and, even more impressive, a terrifically honest one."

— Al Larson, aka "Poppa" or "Pop"

"Anthony Rapp's exquisite account of his formative years with Rent is heartbreakingly beautiful, a contemporary portrait of an artist as a young man. This is a memoir filled with love — a love for the enabling possibilities of the performing arts, for the fragile bonds between family and friends, and for the mysterious enormities of life itself."

— David Román, professor of English and American studies, University of Southern California, and author of Performance in America

"Without You deserves accolades purely for its author's courage and candor. I expected to be moved, but I didn't count on being completely swept up in the emotion that carries this story so eloquently and poignantly to its end. Rapp may be an actor, but his ability to lay himself bare is the great talent on display here."

— Camryn Manheim, Emmy Award-winning costar of The Practice and author of Wake Up, I'm Fat!

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Without You: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and the Musical Rent 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 74 reviews.
A_Dilizia More than 1 year ago
"Without You" by Anthony Rapp chronicles Rapp's experience while doing the smash-hit musical "Rent". Not only does it discuss the process of the show going from a workshop, to off Broadway, then eventually to Broadway and London, it also talks about all the experiences Rapp has while performing in the show. The trials of his Mother's illness is well documented throughout the book as well as his problems with significant others. There are a few flashbacks that chronicle his search for his true sexuality and difficult situations he and his family have faced. A major theme of this book is how life is unexpected and sometimes hard to handle. Rapp isn't afraid to be real and honest about his feelings. He's candid in this book and doesn't shy away from moments in his life that he's not proud of. What I liked about this book was that it was very real and honest. I think many people would dislike this book because it talks a lot about Rapp's sexuality, and that could make many people feel uncomfortable. I would recommend this book to fans of the musical Rent, as well as any actor, or anyone interested in acting or theatre. This book talks a lot about Rapp's experiences in the theatre, so if you don't know much about theatre, I wouldn't recommend reading this. If the musical Rent interests you, I suggest checking out the Rent coffee table book. It has a lot of information about the show as well as interviews with the creators, producers, director and original cast. "Without You" is a page turner. It's exciting and hard to put down. It's also a pretty simple read, even though it's not a short book. If you're interested in an amazing memoir, I'd definitely suggest this book.
gillis.sarah on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As someone who is a huge fan of 'Rent', I though I knew a lot of what there was to know about the first productions of Rent. I knew I was wrong once I read this book. Anthony Rapp tells this story in such a compelling way, weaving the subject matter of 'Rent' with the loss of Jonathan Larson and the death of his mother. It's a beautifully told story that made me cry a lot
laur04 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Overall, I enjoyed this memoir. I'm a big fan of the musical Rent and wanted to have more insight into the play. Anthony Rapp was the first person to play Mark, the main character, in the musical Rent. He was also in the movie version of Rent. This memior is exactly what it says in the title. A memoir of love, loss, and the musical Rent. Rapp writes about his experiences of all of these things. This book was overall a tragic one. Rapp is constantly reminding the reader of his mother's declining health. Towards the end of the book, Rapp's mother dies of cancer. I was literally crying because of the way Rapp described her death and all the events leading up to it. Though most people would say they were sad and upset over someone's death, Rapp describes additional feelings. These feelings include guilt at not having enough time with her, anger because she was given such a short life, devastation at the loss of his mother, and even relief that she is finally gone. Rapp's writing was very powerful and contained a lot of challenging vocabulary (that's where I got most of my vocabulary words for my list). Though the language can be vulgar at some times, I think that was necessary to the story. I only wish that Rapp had included more about the actual show. Though I absolutely thought the death of Rapp's mother was tragic and important to the story, sometimes I thought he dragged it out a little too much. My favorite part of the book was learning about the premier of Rent. Jonathan Larson, the writer of Rent, died suddenly the day before opening night. Through the first act, the actors just sang through the songs without getting up. But at the last song of the first act, Rapp got up and starting dancing and singing, which made the other actors do the same. I feel like this was the main point of the memoir. Even though Larson had died, they still put on their best act for him in the end. I thought Rapp described that moment very well, especially since the play's plot was similar to Larson's death. Without You is the perfect title for this memoir. Rapp writes about his feelings honestly and truthfully. Many deaths occur in this book, but the main message in the play and this book is "No Day But Today". Without You is also the name of one of the songs in Rent. Those characters deal with the same types of feelings that Rapp writes about in his life. Both plots deal with feelings of loss and living in the moment.
PghDragonMan on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Without You is all about Anthony Rapp, the gay star from both the original off Broadway production, the Broadway production and, finally, the movie version of Rent. It is all about him. It is all about him being gay. It is all about his many breakups with his gay boyfriends. Oh yeah, his mother dies.Primarily, though, it is about Anthony Rapp. Maybe it should have even been called Without Anyone Else, or maybe, Me. Or maybe Anthony Rapp, the Gay Star of Rent. Personally, I could not care less about his being gay. That¿s his lifestyle choice. I just hated having it constantly thrown in my face.I think by now, you get the idea. Yeah, this is an autobiography, but there are only two things he really talks about in the book. (No, I¿m not going to say it again). OK, three, if you count rent. Even when he does talk about his Mother, other relatives or personal relations, it is always in terms of about how they see him.What a major egotistical boor!Yes, I finished the book, though. I kept looking for some redeeming feature; I never did find it. The only real revelation was the short piece about how his parents almost became the victim of some roadside serial killers. Even that episode gets egocentrically twisted so he becomes the reason his parents were not killed.If you are into Rent, you may want to read this as he was one of the originals of the production. If you are into narcissistic self aggrandizing autobiographies, you will love this one. If you want a biography with some substance, look elsewhere.
ChishioTennyo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I just finished Without You: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and the Musical RENT by Anthony Rapp. Anyone who knows me will testify that I'm a devout RENThead. And as much as I love Jesse, both on Law & Order and his role as Collins in RENT, and as much as I think Adam Pascal is a total hottie, I've always loved Anthony Rapp. There's something so approachable about him. So reading his autobiography was interesting. The title was aptly chosen. Besides being one of the most mournful songs of RENT, Without You is also the theme of the book in general, the parts of Anthony's life he's choosing to show the world. The book begins with Anthony being late to his audition for RENT because he was at a friend's memorial -- the first real loss of his life. Then, the night the play previewed, Jonathan Larson (the writer, and Anthony's friend)died. Throughout the book, Anthony is dealing with the impending death of his mother from cancer, the inability to communicate adequately with any of his family members, and watching the original members of the cast of RENT -- his adopted family, in a way -- all leave the show to pursue other venues. Also, a little more abstractly, he deals with his own problems with adult loving relationships, his bout of self-destructive behavior after his mother's death, his need to not be alone while all this was happening, not for a single night. The whole book was very touching, very real, and most of all -- it was totally unglamorized. Anthony was NOT afraid to show the times he messed up, the times he was uncertain, the times he let people down. This is the story of a normal man, living his personal life as best as he can. His status as a Broadway A-Lister is never mentioned -- in fact, once the show becomes a hit, he avoids mentioning it or his own popularity at all, prefering to focus on his internal and personal life, retreating the book from the stage where it began. I'm now actually kind of upset that I missed the chance to go to the NYC Borders for his book signing. I wish I could sit and chat with him, even for ten minutes, get to know this really amazing man.
Talekyn More than 1 year ago
Anyone who follows my Twitter account knows this book absolutely devastated me. I read it on two legs of a cross-country flight and the people around me were absolutely giving me concerned looks as I teared up and sniffled and once even stopped reading, set the book down and closed my eyes to take deep breaths. It hit home. So much of Anthony Rapp's life parallels my own. Not perfectly, of course -- I'm not claiming to be the man's twin. There are some obvious differences -- the successful theater career being a biggie. But we're both gay. We both had teen experiences with that that our mothers didn't handle well upon discovery. We both struggled to gain our mother's (and in my case, father's) acceptance. We both lost our mothers to protracted battles with cancer that featured at least one "she's got this beat" rebound. And seeing these parallels woven around the story of RENT's journey from workshop to Pulitzer-winning Broadway hit was kind of surreal for me. "Seeing your life paralleled in a book isn't enough to give it five stars," you might say. Valid point, to which I'd respond first that there are plenty of technically proficient classics I've read that didn't resonate with me on an emotional level the way this book did (my fall-back example for this is always "The Catcher In The Rye," which left me cold). Outside of that, what works for me about this book is that Rapp writes with open and free emotion; he's not trying to recall these events from a cold disconnected distance, not trying to cast a critical eye on what happened. He wrote this book on the eve of the release of the movie version of RENT, and most likely that's what brought the context so sharply into focus -- maybe, just maybe, this book would not have been so emotional if he'd written it when he's 70 -- but whether Rapp carries these scars and triumphs with him daily or making the movie brought them back to the fore is irrelevant. The story Rapp has to tell is intensely personal for those of us who have dealt with coming out and the loss of a loved one to a horrible disease and just as intensely universal for anyone who has experienced loss and loss.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Rapp tells of his life in a complelling way that made me never want to put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So mich energy ran thourgh my body as i read this if only this was a series: (
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing man. Very well written. I love the focus on the musical (my favorite movie of all time) as well as the way it affected his life. I often think about the story of the first time Anthony saved his family as an infant. For no real reason other than that both the story and its retelling struck me. I very much enjoyed the book, even when it made me bawl my eyes out. Which it did more than once.
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Alexander Birger More than 1 year ago
This was a great book! Anthony did a great job writting this. There was so much emotion in everyhing he wrote about. I laughed I cryed, it was truly a great book. I recomend this to any anthony fans or RENT fans. If your neither its still really iintresting. Anthony spares no detail on his life and really expresses everyhing he felt. Again i love this book and one word describes it: awesome!
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