I’m reading the late Régine Crespin’s memoir, On Stage, Off Stage, published in English translation by Northeastern University Press in 1997. OK, I’m reading it a little belatedly. But better late than never.
What a superb memoir! Crespin and the translator both say she wrote it herself, so I guess she did, although divas don’t always acknowedge the help.
But it certainly is written with sufficient idiosyncracy to make one believe that she did do it on her own. Yet it’s not incoherent or overly whimsical the way any number of celeb memoirs that read as if home-made are. She really gives the impression of having taken a deep look at herself (and in terms of help, she does acknowledge her analysts!)