After an editor came to me with this hysterically clever title, I knew I had to write the book. After all, who wouldn't want to read a provocative, very personal account of me seeing the world for the first time??
Too late, I discovered - nearly everyone. Nevertheless, I forged ahead, unintimidated.
I will confess, though, the writing was a bit of a struggle. I knew so little of the world, really. Slander, not geography had always been my strongest suit... Fortunately, I had my work cut out for me. The trip was enlivened by bad behavior on the part of the band (the guitar player tried to set the bass player on fire), management (my manager
slugged me in front of Elton John) and me (I hit management with assorted instruments in an elevator in Sydney), and various strange episodes in the larger world (Jim Jones and all his followers perished in a mass suicide).
The Harlettes were the brilliant Katie Segal, Linda Hart and Frannie Eisenberg, all of whom were beyond reproach. They did not drink, smoke or do drugs. Everyone else was awash, and pathetic, for months on end.
When the book was published, I signed and sold nearly every copy myself and even made the NY Times Bestsellers list for a couple of weeks. I wore fabulous hats at every book signing, as I imagined an old-school literary type might, and all in all had a blast playing the part. I enjoyed it so much, I did it again a few years later...with The Saga of
Baby Divine, in Rhyme and for children of all ages...
Did I tell you there are literally hundreds of used copies available on Ebay and Amazon?