The Fat Lady Sang
Robert Evans
Language: English
Pages: 240
ISBN: 0062286048
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From the legendary producer and author of The Kid Stays in the Picture—one of the greatest Hollywood memoirs ever written—comes a long-awaited second work with all the elements of a star-studded blockbuster: glamour and conflict, giddy highs and near-fatal lows, struggle and perseverance, tragedy and triumph.
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figure ’em out, I can’t. I never told Jack or Roman the reason for my quick exit from Paris. It would have given them too much pleasure. Nine days later, at ten thirty in the evening, Miss D’Angelo was on the horn. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of her fuckin’ stand-up, I held my temper. “Great trip, huh?” “What trip?” “Fiji.” Bursting into laughter. “I’ve been in town the whole time! Just wanted to keep you on hold . . . get my house in order.” “You mean ‘your guys’ . . . ?”
cause a bit of friction, but that’s a cheap price to pay for never having to wonder what you said in past encounters. The more complicated your life, the more important role truth plays. From body language to the spoken language, you’re just more at ease with yourself, and it shows. I know. Ah, but I ain’t no saint. There’s an asterisk to all this moral behavior. Omission ain’t lying. Call it a rationalization if you wish, but sometimes silence brings more to the table than words. What I
was the one remaining hurdle to camouflage that I couldn’t beat. As much as I practiced, hour after hour, I couldn’t Fred Astaire an entrance or exit, up or down any stairs. Still can’t. Though I’d been blessed by the Guy Upstairs, He had left his mark. For the first time, I began feeling old. My heavy-duty rehabilitation continued: I had to keep working on my limbs, every day, if I wanted to avoid being a gimp. For the first time I started feeling lonely—very lonely. Solitude and my cerebellum
Jens Remes, designed the cover of this book. For more than a decade, Michel has put his visual insights at my disposal. Melissa Prophet, a dynamite lady, who—separating rumor from reality—was there for me in the most dire of times. She has recently opened up the marvels of the online world and guided me into the ether. In conclusion, I would like to thank Alan Selka, who is not only my butler, “English,” but also my day-to-day brother in arms. Without his affection and creative collaboration, I
for a royal hook, the brooding Greek’s insight was pure genius, pulling out of the deck the one ace that could bring back the heavy hitters. What’s more royal than film royalty to bring glamour back to the table? Get them punters puntin’, them hitters hittin’. Light up them skies with enticing excitement, glamorous galas, wondrous wealth! Protecting his back, Onassis counseled with Father Francis Tucker, Rainier’s personal chaplain and most trusted friend. Though at first he was shocked by
