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Narcissism on the edge,
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This review is from: Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins (Hardcover)
Being about the same age as the author, I started out on this depressed at the thought he had had the most remarkably exciting life and met all sorts of remarkable people. As I progressed I changed my views and decided I was overjoyed at the comparative ordinariness of my life - Everett comes over as a preening poppinjay on the cutting edge of narcissism, a merciless harpie who lands on people and places and drains them dry before scuttling off to drain some other reservoir of what passes for goodwill in the thespian world of greasepaint and footlights.
Everett doesn't come across as likeable. He's a melodramatic and posturing egotist with moments of absurd petulance coupled with occasional moments of sensitive and subtle insights. You won't be able to put this book down. His life seems to have been an endless cavalcade of Catholicism, cocaine, suicides, drama queens, fashion victims and creepy weirdoes all of who seem to inhabit a world made up only of the West End, Paris, the South of France and Los Angeles, with occasional forays into the wilderness beyond. Everett pursues his acting career by being pushy, selfish and fantastically insensitive.
The whole thing is conducted against the ghastly background of the 1980s and 90s and its sartorial horrors - a kind of utterly aimless and futile existence during which he moves from one 'inseparable' friend to another, leaving ruin behind him. Desperate, truly desperate.
Some of his pen portraits are brilliant, like the moment when he was knocked aside by a pack of photographers snapping away at the young Lady Diana Spencer just after the news of her liaison with Prince Charles had been made public. And then there's the picture he paints of Orson Welles in his last months, desperately clinging on to a doomed film project: a leviathan all washed up.
It's exceedingly well written and for those of us lucky enough to have more mundane existences it's an utterly compelling window on another way of life. Everett has produced a brilliant memoir of a world where over-bloated egoes collide and career around in a lonely vacuum floating in an endless void.