CELEBRITY ADDICT CONFESSION!
Celebrity drug confessionals have become a drug on the publishing market in the mid-’80s: quick, cheap, invariably enjoyable, but regrettably amnesia-producing. The reviews tend to be considerably more memorable. For example, here’s this savory comment from David Finkle, in The New York Times Book Review, on ’60s balladeer John Phillips’ lachrymose addiction chronicle, Papa John : “Mr. Phillips is not altogether realistic about himself. He recalls that when he was a postman, he threw mail away because his mailbags were too heavy; as a graveyard plot salesman, he received down payments, pocketed the money and never recorded the transactions. Still, on page 297 of this 444-page book, in reporting how he skipped out on a $2,000 hotel bill, he writes, ‘My values were beginning to corrode under the prolonged influence of hard drugs.’ ” •