Here I am, eleven p.m., past my bedtime writing about Michael Ausiello’s ‘Spoiler Alert: The Hero Dies.’ It is the book that has gotten me off my months-long reading rut. It is his memoir of his relationship with his husband Kit, and how he cared for him after he was diagnosed with cancer. It is touching, heartbreaking, all the sad adjectives ending in -ing. And the own caretaker in me is wondering, at this very second, if he is alright. My father passed away a couple of months before his husband, and I was also his caregiver. Sometimes I wish someone would ask me if I were okay.
There were tons of times the book felt familiar – the doctor’s visits when you hope against hope that everything would be alright, the times when a doctor would tell you what you didn’t want to hear. Even the moment your loved one passes always seems so familiar it always feels like it was just yesterday. Ausiello writes these details accurately, but more importantly, he details emotions as perfectly. If you have ever experienced loss, this book will slay you – perhaps even in the best possible ways.
After reading “Remember The Time: Protecting Michael Jackson In His Final Days,” by Bill Whitfield and Javon Beard with Tanner Colby, I went and looked at Goodreads to see what the consensus was of this book. What I saw first were his diehard fans’ comments saying both Whitfield and Beard betrayed Jackson by writing this book. I think that is misguided. I honestly felt their sincerity and loyalty to Jackson in the book, which tells of their time providing security for the pop star towards the end of his life.
And what a fascinating tale they tell. You get a big glimpse of how life was with Jackson, and how sometimes times were turbulent. This book is a page-turner, as I found himself devouring its 350+ pages in less than a day. Jackson’s image is, of course, larger than life, but their accounts here humanize him. This is not a tell-all nor a hatchet job, or at least it did not feel like one to me. What we do see is a multi-layered complex personality not unlike some other larer-than-life figures who preceded him. I even felt that Jackson was in so much pain towards the end of his life – mentally, psychologically – that it opened my eyes about him, thus making me more sympathetic. This was a fabulous read that’s dishy but not malicious.
This book caught my attention because I love shoes. Well, I am not as manic about it as I used to be, but I still subscribe too the idea that you can tell a lot about a person by the kind of shoes they wear. Patricia Morrisroe (in my mind I always say her name as Patricia Morrison, the Broadway actress) chronicles her life through her shoe choices, and it’s a great gimmick. I myself, as I was reading this, thought about stages of my life via the shoes I was wearing during these stages in my life. This book is very well-written, and it caught my attention quickly and sustained it. But, let’s be honest here, her life isn’t as extraordinary. I don’t mean that to be insignificant, and I actually got a little emotional at its poignancy towards the end of the book, but in my mind I just thought, what warranted this story to be told in a book?