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26 of 26 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
One of the sweetest, most wonderful books I've ever read!,
By Tell It Like It Is (Stuck on Midgard) - See all my reviews
This review is from: The Seesaw Girl and Me: A Memoir (Hardcover)
If you're a Bewitched fan, this book really isn't chock full of behind the scenes Bewitched stuff. Dick does tell us the story of the day he met Elizabeth Montgomery, and he makes a few references here and there to the last day on the show or something else about it, but its basically not about Bewitched.
Instead, this is a fantastic opportunity to literally be in the same room with Dick York and listen to him (and maybe even talk back sometimes) as he tells us all about some of the memorable things that happened in his life up until the point that the book was written. He was 56 then. He did this in 1985, and he died in 1992. He dictated this book into a tape recorder and it has a wonderful feeling like he's talking to you like a friend would. He tells you many stories; some happy and some sad and some made up. He doesn't go on and on with a "whoa is me" attitude. He makes light of most of the hardships he's had. He manages to tell any of the sad stories without making us stop and cry each time. I actually lost it when I read the part where he was having an imaginary conversation with a fireplug on the street about why he resumed smoking after being smoke free for over a year. I have cried many a tear about his senseless death to emphysema before, but to think he might still be with us today if he had remained quit all those years ago, is more than I could deal with. Dick York was not just an actor. He was a deep thinking, caring, humanitarian. He was the kind of person this world is in dire need of having more of. He has the overflowing compassion of a Buddhist and an obvious understanding of the interconnectiveness of all life. In his final few years, on oxygen, struggling to breathe, he used his little remaining time to help others. He helped feed the hungry and cloth the poor with nothing but a pad, pen and telephone. Using his celebrity, he managed to help a lot of people, even though he himself was poor. In fact, this book was done in an effort to pay one month's rent in 1985 when he didn't have it. His selflessness is an inspiration. And so I can't help but cry for him when I think of how he (and so many other good people) have died younger than necessary thanks to tobacco. What shines through the most is how much he loves his wife and his children. This is a love story above all. In fact, if you're going to cry over anything, it might be his immense love for his wife and family rather than any tragedy he might have endured. Unlike some autobiographies or biographies which go in direct order of a person's life history, this is nonlinear. Again, its really like sitting with an old friend and listening to his stories. If you read this with his voice in your head, you can really feel like you are just there with him as he jokes and makes light of himself and his life and shares intimate feelings and ideas. As a bonus, there are some great pictures in the middle of the book. What a gorgeous man he is. His big, dark eyes really reflect the kindness and gentleness within. This book can be read by somebody who's never even watched Bewitched or heard of him and you would come away feeling like you just got done spending an evening reminiscing with an old friend. Dick York is not one of those untouchable celebrities. He doesn't have Hollywood written all over him. He's just a regular guy who was an actor by profession. This book is worth every penny and then some. I can't recommend it enough.
25 of 25 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Meeting Dick York,
This review is from: The Seesaw Girl and Me: A Memoir (Hardcover)
The style and content of this memoir are certainly unconventional. Think of Robin Williams on a stream-of-consciousness riff. Think of watching an actor playing all the roles in a one-man performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Think of meeting Dick York.
Some portions of this book are almost too painful to read (so skip them, if you have to). Some portions are hysterically funny. Some portions deserve to be performed on stage. Some portions simply defy characterization. I have my own favorite pages (Mike Wallace - who knew?) and my own least-favorite pages, too. It was my privilege to read portions of this book in manuscript form, and then later as it was prepared for publication. The strongest impressions I have are these: the author's intent has been honored, and the author's integrity shines through.
21 of 21 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
An unusual, hopeful, strange, wonderful read,
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This review is from: The Seesaw Girl and Me: A Memoir (Hardcover)
Dick York had had a great career. He was on the radio as a teenager, then on Broadway, and he appeared in a number of films and television shows before he landed the role we all know him best for. York starred as Darrin Stevens--the "first Darrin"--in 156 episodes of the sitcom Bewitched, which first aired in 1964. But York's stint on the series ended abruptly one day in 1969 when he had a seizure on the set. He had in fact been suffering from chronic back pain during the show's entire run, the result of an injury he sustained while filming the 1959 western They Came to Cordura. The spry Darrin Stevens, who looked the picture of health, often had to be helped on and off the set.
The seizure effectively marked the end of York's show business career. While still in the hospital he resigned from the series. He subsequently became addicted to painkillers, ballooned to more than 300 pounds, and lost all but two of his teeth. Money was scarce enough that paying the rent was a hardship. But by the mid-1980s things were looking up. He'd overcome his addiction, lost 150 pounds, bought some false teeth, and gotten a few acting roles. Then, in the spring of 1986, he was diagnosed with emphysema. He died in 1992 at the age of 63. In August of 1985, with rent coming due and having no way to pay it, York settled on the implausible scheme of raising the money by writing his autobiography. In nine days. Actually, he didn't "write" anything. On August 20th--between 3:30 and 6:00 in the morning, he tells us--York began dictating his memoir into a tape recorder. Finishing the book of course took him longer than nine days: his final chapter was dictated on September 6th. The product of York's feverish burst of creativity is an unusual book. York tell the story of his life in a series of vignettes--growing up in the Chicago slums, falling in love with his wife, overcoming his addiction. There are stories about his parents and grandmother, his children, about his Huckleberry Finnish cousin, who did something I wouldn't have thought possible while walking with York one summer. He writes about Gene Kelly and Gary Cooper and Van Johnson: "But at this point Van's an actor and has been an actor for a long time and dances very little, except in his heart, where he lives. "We're in the lobby of this hotel and it is my birthday, only I'm in Holland and they're at home. The people who Van loves and who love him, they're at home and he's in Holland. We're sitting in the lobby and I'm reading him the letter I've received from Kim, age four-and-a-half years old. It says, 'Dear Daddy. From out of my pocket I send you all the love I have. And you know what important things I keep in my pocket. Love, Kimmy. Kisses kisses kisses.' Joey adds, 'She wrote this all by herself. I love you, darling.' "Van Johnson is crying in a hotel lobby with his friend Dick York. They are both about nine years old." There is very little about acting or show business. There is a great deal about his wife, Joey, the star around whom his life orbited. York was an excellent storyteller. These vignettes are moving, sometimes surprising, and very well-written. Wrapped around them are some strange bits--conversations between York and his wife written in dialogue form, York chatting with his alternate self, imaginary audience members commenting on his work. It doesn't all make sense, but most of it does. In addition to its individual parts being well-composed, York has managed to bind the narrative into a cohesive whole with threads that drift in and out of his reminiscences. Considering York's method of composition, this is remarkable: the book in no way reads like something that was dashed off. It is thoughtfully constructed, honest, rich. (It is unclear how much editing the book underwent after the first draft was dictated, but the implication is that there wasn't much done to the text.) Dick York did not have an easy life. He lived in poverty for a good part of it, both as a child and in his post-Bewitched years. He lived with chronic back pain for decades. He died too young. Knowing this, one understands, upon entering the book, that York's story will be a tragedy. Except.... Except that York had parents who walked from the South Side of Chicago to the North Side in the winter of 1936 to bring him oranges in the hospital. He had a house brimming with children and a wife whom he never stopped adoring. He had friends who came through when it mattered. And he believed--despite all evidence to the contrary--that the world is the sort of place where miracles happen when you need them. So I think that maybe Dick York was among the happiest of men.
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