What ABOUT those other people who wrote this "autobiography?" Well, they include Quincy's brother, his ex wife Peggy Lipton (who has more recently written her own memoir), and his best friend, each who have a chapter that moves the story along. But doesn't the term "autobiography" (as opposed to biography) mean written by the subject himself? The use of other narrators on this book is effective and the chapters Quincy wrote himself are quite creatively and humorously written too (or did he have a ghost writer?) so I tend to think that the idea here was to take the same story and introduce a variety of viewpoints, most of which are harmonious with Quincy's POV about his life; no one has anything too bad to say about the man though (moral judgement call!) he is a self confessed DOG, yes he is...
To focus on my favorite part, the chapter Quincy we suppose wrote called "My Life As A Dog," I particularly enjoyed his telling of the story of how he became enamored with an mysterious woman who he almost never met, but who had his (phone) number as well as the numbers of a good number of other famous musician type dogs, and managed to seduce his imagination...
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"My most vulnerable point as a dog- and one of the most bizarre in retrospect -involved an incident that would take place in the wake of a numbing marital breakup. (Note the downsizing of the event with that word "incident" CT). On September 6, 1986 I got a call at the Bel Air Hotel from a woman who called herself Ariana... Later it came out in Vanity Fair magazine in an article called "The Obsession with Miranda" that Ariana had gotten through the phone defenses of no fewer than thirty-seven guys....I'll always be grateful for her making me risk love again after my nervous breakdown, even if it was only "phone jones" in the beginning. At the time I met her (he barely did! CT) I was totally shut down emotionally....She played all of us like a Stradivarius - a pound of world-weary dogs who'd heard and seen it all.... After eluding my bodyguards and ignoring the advice of my best friend, I took a limo downtown with champagne and a hamper of smoked salmon sandwiches in a box, all excited. It had been seven months now, and I was finally starting to be able to feel love again....
