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It’s about Not Showbiz and what happened to my life when Not Showbiz became my un-chosen profession . Phil” (with whom she enjoys a love/hate relationship) and fielding calls from her agent that offered her the chance to audition for parts if she was willing to pay her own way to Los Angeles to test for them. Underneath, in its more vital organs, Girl Walks into a Bar is a meditation on how life is defined in the aftermath of fame. ’ “The friend looked down the street wanting to move on. It is obvious to the reader that the wound created by her dismissal from “30 Rock” (first as the lead female and then, later, as a reoccurring member of the “Rock” family who would play different quirky roles in each appearance) still runs red, especially when Ms Dratch writes: “When I was replaced on the show, I felt confident that Tina had ‘fought’ for me as much as she saw fit, but that at the same time, the network has certain demands, and the fact exists that I wasn’t right for the part as it turned out to be.” Which seems to roughly translate into something a good deal less even tempered, especially with the telling placement of the quotation marks around that word “fought.” And, indeed, as even Ms. But in the end, turns out to be as helpful as Burning Man or the dog (whom she returned to its previous owner). As her career was stalled, she decided instead to concentrate on other aspects of her life. However, it was getting harder and harder to stay optimistic. But for the most part, I realized that as we grow older, we adjust and roll with what we have in the present, though it may not be the future we had dreamed up for ourselves in the past.
As she puts it: “This book starts off by talking about Showbiz for a while, but I assure you, it is actually not about Showbiz. Dratch rather famously un-chose showbiz itself when NBC network brass vetoed Tina Fey’s casting of her (fresh off seven years on SNL) in the part of Jenna, lead actress of “TGS,” the show-within-a-show, on “30 Rock.” From there, as she tells us, her life became a mixture of Tivoed episodes of “Judge Mathis” and “Dr. Or that’s what the book is about on the skin of it. Or more to the point, during a hiatus from public life spent with your vision blurred by a combination of depression and fear, during which the guy on the street keeps asking you that same uncomprehending, embarrassing question: What happened to you?! Dratch insists that her book is not about Showbiz—and, truthfully, it is not—she does spend a good half of the book ruminating about it, exploring the nearly overwhelming love/hate that she has for “the” business. .” For those who missed it, The Secret is a book and DVD combination, popularized by Oprah to help the muddled masses learn to manifest their desires in the form of oodles of free swag, sudden fame and, more often than not, passionate relationships with men who looked like they leapt off the covers of romance novels. Dratch herself points out on Page 61: “I said this book wasn’t about showbiz and so far I’ve only talked about showbiz.” And then she talks about it some more, with a whole chapter of insecurities writ large (literally, as this is one of those memoirs in which the print is rather large to plump up the pages), before the book, like Rachel Dratch herself, embraces change. I wasn’t going to waste my precious time bumming out, because you never know when your break is coming. Finally there is this—the payoff to the joke that the book’s title sets up: “Sure, I’d still have mornings where I’d wake up thinking, ‘Wow. I may miss out on a really big LIFE THING,’ which would create a rising panic in me.
’” So begins the prologue to the new memoir by Rachel Dratch, late of “Saturday Night Live” and almost of “30 Rock.” She’ll spend the rest of this wry and rueful book answering the question that echoes through the pages: What happened to you?! It’s about Not Showbiz and what happened to my life when Not Showbiz became my un-chosen profession . Phil” (with whom she enjoys a love/hate relationship) and fielding calls from her agent that offered her the chance to audition for parts if she was willing to pay her own way to Los Angeles to test for them.
With riotous humor, Dratch recounts breaking the news to her bewildered parents, the awe of her single friends, and the awkwardness of a baby-care class where the instructor kept tossing out the f-word. And in telling her the story of the birth of her child and of the new emotional bonds it created—a story common, if not to all, to many—Rachel Dratch writes with a moving yet still humorous elegance that belies the antic machinations in the early chapters in which, in telling tales of “SNL,” she writes as if she has told these stories before, many times, even dined out on them. But what you and John will discover is, the truly amazing part is not the love you will give but the vast amount that flows from a child to his parents. All that matters to him is that you’re his parent, that you’re his mommy and daddy, and that is more than enough for him. “I read the letter on an Amtrak train, and I don’t think of myself as an Ol’ Softy, but I had tears streaming down my face when I finished it. is a meditation on how life is defined in the aftermath of fame.” “‘Hey, I know you! “I was on Third Avenue in New York, emerging from the Starbucks. As here, where she shares an email she received from her boyfriend’s brother: “. Not because you’re about to have a baby, but because you are about to feel an unconditional love like you’ve never been exposed to before. I look forward to meeting you some day soon, and especially look forward to meeting this little guy. The stranger tried to convince his friend to be more excited. Dratch’s midlife romance and unexpected motherhood is the part of the project that sings. The baby will cry and you’ll wonder if he’s hungry or needs a diaper change, and then you’ll pick him up and he’ll instantly stop. In that moment nothing else, including the old ways we use to define ourselves, any longer matters: What you weigh, where’s your hairline (that one’s more of a guy issue), how much is in the bank account, where you went to college or what you achieved in your career is all irrelevant to this little child. The part of the book that is most interesting is also that which deals with material that is most mundane. Dratch, child in her arms, learning the lessons about what is important in life much as we all learn them—that’s the part of the story (the punchline, after all) that deserves all the applause. But in writing about the things that matter most, she writes as if she is whispering secrets in her reader’s ear. Rachel, I am sure your friends have told you to get ready, that there is nothing like the unconditional love a mother has for her child. “I guess that is why this is a letter of congratulations. take you away.' Janet Maslin, The New York Times'Girl Walks into a Bar . Even when it's a big deal.' Glamour'A hilarious ride.' Boston Herald'[A] refreshingly candid memoir.' New York Post'Dratch's honesty in her writing pays off; her book's second half reads like a cross between Bossypants and What to Expect When You're Expecting.' Paper'In her funny new memoir, Girl Walks into a Bar . is a totally different ride—one that's had me laughing at most parts, but near tears at others, and constantly marvelling at her no-big-deal honesty. , Dratch dishes on everything you wanted to know about the highs and lows of her comedy career.' Entertainment Weekly'Dratch's story is recounted in a sharply written, wry, and deeply moving book.' The Huffington Post'Girl Walks into a Bar .
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She offers a very frank description of her insecurities, which I found a big surprising. She is not the first SNL alum whose book I have read or heard, but she's the first to come across as "normal," someone who I wouldn't mind meeting and knowing. If you are looking for a big reveal, this book ain't for you.