![]() ![]() The first physical, non-graphic-novel book I read this year is Caught in the Act, a memoir in three parts by Courtney Act – contestant on Australian Idol Season 1, finalist on RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 6, winner of Britain’s Celebrity Big Brother Series 21, and finalist twice-over on Australia’s Dancing With The Stars. No, I’m not talking obliquely about Prince Harry’s new bestseller, Spare. (I should know – I’ve been doing it for nearly 22 years now.) Sometimes you wind up with a few shocking revelations or debaucherous anecdotes, but that doesn’t meant you’ve gotten any closer to truly knowing the author. Prose is just another method of performance. ![]() I can loathe them because they are often more artifice than reality. They can add fresh context to work that I already appreciate. I can love them because they are a glimpse at the inner life of someone whose art I’ve spent years – sometimes decades! – consuming. I can both love and loathe celebrity auto-biographies, but I definitely loved Caught in the Act. ![]()
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