I did stand-up comedy for eighteen years. Ten of those years were spent learning, four years were spent refining, and four were spent in wild success.
Born Standing Up by Steve Martin
Watching the episode of Jerry Seinfeld’s Comedian’s In Cars Getting Coffee when Steve Martin is the guest, a brief mention of Steve Martin’s writing and this book in particular, and the next thing I know I’ve ordered it for my sister.
The book was published in 2007 but at times it read a bit dated, although the only specific reference was the mention, a couple of times, of Bill Cosby in a positive light. With what we’ve learned about Cosby in recent years, this felt odd. Maybe it seemed dated because of the lack of a troubled young adulthood. It isn’t that Steve Martin tells his life as all sunshine and roses, but it isn’t a memoir that makes you wander how his daughter will feel when she reads it. Maybe that makes it an autobiography instead of a memoir?