Neil Simon's Memoirs

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Neil Simon's Memoirs

╭ Free Read Format Kindle [ ⛄ Neil Simon's Memoirs ] ▬ Ebook By Neil Simon ◒ Neil Simons Memoirs THE HORN BLOWS 1 IN THE SPRING OF 1957, I was unhappily in California working on a television special I was thirty years old and knew that if I didnt start writing that first Broadway play soon, I would inevitably become a permanent part of the topography of the West Coast The very thought of it jump started me to my desk I sat at the typewriter and typed out O N E S H O E O F F, all in caps and putting a space after each letter and a double space after each word, trying to picture what it would look like up on a theater marquee Four spaces down, in regular type, came A New Comedy I sat back and studied it Not a bad start for a first play Then I suddenly wondered when they wrote together, did George S Kaufman type this out or did Moss Hart No, it must have been Hart He was the eager young writer poised behind the trusty old Royal machine while Kaufman, the seasoned old pro, would be lying across a sofa in his stockinged feet munching on his handmade fudge, bored by such prosaic labors as manual typing Kaufman had probably put in enough time punching the keys back in the old days when he was drama critic for The New York Times How I envied young Moss Hart being in the same room with the great Kaufman, knowing he would be guided through the pitfalls of playwriting much as any cub reporter would feel the security of marching behind Henry M Stanley as he guided his pack bearers across the African plain in search of the great missionary, and then, upon finding him, having the coolness and gift of a great journalist to put quite simply and memorably, Dr Livingstone, I presume But, I had no Henry M Stanley to teach me the impact of brevity in great moments As a matter of fact, I had no George S Kaufman, no fudge, no nobody I had me Not only had I not written a play before, I had never written anything longer than twelve pages, which was all that was required for a TV variety sketch back in the mid 1950s Even that was a major step up from the one liners I used to write with my brother, Danny, when we were earning our daily bagels working for stand up comics and sit down columnists Now I was faced with 120 pages to feed, complete with characters, plots, subplots, unexpected twists and turns, boffo first act curtain lines, rip roaring second act curtain lines, and a third act that brought it all to a satisfying, hilarious, and totally unexpected finish, sending audiences to their feet and critics to their waiting cabs, scribbling on their notepads in the darkness, A Comic Genius Hit New York Last Night At least Lindbergh had the stars to guide him I didnt even know how to change the typewriter ribbon Nevertheless, I pushed on I was about to jump four spaces down to write the simple word by, no caps, this to be followed by my name a little farther down the page, when it suddenly occurred to me that of the only two lines I had written so far, one of them was inordinately stupid A New Comedy I had seen this printed in the theater section of the Times for eons, seen it on billboards and marquees all over New York, and it never hit me until just now A New Comedy Was this to make it clear to the audiences they should not confuse this with An Old Comedy Shouldnt it just be A Comedy And even that was a matter of opinion A century ago, Chekhov had written A Comedy before such plays as The Seagull and The Cherry Orchard According to his biographers, however, neither of those plays was ever staged as a comedy during his lifetime, much to his beleaguered protests So much for interpretation Novels never made any such pronouncements My copy of War and Peace never said, A New Epic Drama by Leo Tolstoy Never once in any movie theater did I see the screen titles come up and read, Some Like It Hot, A New Farce by Billy Wilder and I A L Diamond If novelists trusted their readers to discover what their books were about and filmmakers didnt feel it necessary to spell it out, why do playwrights or their producers hold their audiences in such low esteem Would I be brave enough to break with tradition Since I had not yet typed in by and Neil Simon, I didnt feel I had enough experience I plunged back into intensive work and finished typing in by and Neil Simon I sat back and studied my work so far It was good but something was missing It did not occur to me to type in the lower right hand corner of the page 1st Draft, Oct 15, 1957 I never assumed there would be a second draft or, God forbid, a third draft Wasnt writing a hundred and twenty pages accomplishment enough Surely I would change a few words here and there, possibly cut a few lines or add some last moment inspirations of wit, but new drafts It was unimaginable Did Shakespeare do rewrites How He obviously wrote in longhand on cheap parchment with a scratchy quill His plays ran four hours and he wrote thirty seven of them, not to mention the sonnets, letters to actors and producers, love notes to Anne Hathaway, and excuses for delayed payments to roof thatchers and the local dung heating suppliers The quills needed for this enormous output alone must have taxed the poultry growers of the region to their capacity The acting roles in each of the plays numbered in the thirties, which meant at least that number of additional scripts, not to mention those for stage managers and understudies Even if he had friends and apprentices quill copy each play to make up the additional scripts, it must have meant thousands upon thousands of naked fowl running around central England The time, the labor, the costs, and the wear and tear of stress on Bill Shakespeare would certainly inhibit and prohibit the luxury of rewrites He was certainly in the top three of the worlds greatest geniuses and if he had to do without rewrites, why should I worry about them But I did I typed in 1st Draft, Oct 15, 1957, took it out of the typewriter, put it on my desk face down, inserted the next blank piece of paper in the machine, and said to myself, Now how do you begin a play All I had was the subject Not a story, not a plot, not a theme, just a subject Actually, the subject was my third priority Number two on my list was a desire to write for Broadway Number oneand this was my dominating motivation, far and above all the otherswas a desperate and abiding need to get out of television In the mid 1950s, when some great electronic genius picked up the coaxial cable that would interconnect all television stations from coast to coast, plugged it into a wall socket, and saw that it worked, my days in New York were numbered Television, like the film industry some forty years prior, was going west with all the young men California had the largest studio space, the sun for shooting outdoor scenes, and the smog for shooting London scenes It all seemed to make sense Not to me, and certainly not to my wife, Joan We loved New York Life without New York was inconceivable I grew up on the streets of Washington Heights in upper Manhattan Joan was raised a horses canter away from Prospect Park in Brooklyn and about a home runs length away from Ebbets Field I was a Giants fan she, of course, was a Dodgers fanatic We were the Montagues and Capulets of baseball, who found true love despite this insurmountable barrier When the Polo Grounds was finally toppled into dust and Ebbets Field was dismantled brick by brick, downing a vial of poison each was not totally out of the question Moving from New York to California was If possible, Joan was even adamant than I was To her, New York was the center of the universe It was the ballet, the theater, the museums, The New York Times, the Seventy second Street Marina, steamed clams in Montauk, fall drives through Vermont, the U.S Open in Forest Hills, sailing in Long Island Sound, old bookstores, Greenwich Village pubs where you could see Franz Kline paintings and Maxwell Bodenheim poems tacked to the walls in lieu of their paying their bar bills And yes, even walking barefoot in Washington Square Park with a feisty dog named Chips, on a cool October night, sitting on a park bench till three oclock in the morning facing the great Arch and the elegant brownstones and mews where Henry Jamess heroines once looked longingly through a candlelit window for a lover who never returned Leave all this for what Houses built on stilts in a place where Lorenz Hart said the nights were cold and damp and the ladies were mostly tramps Were just not going to California for the rest of our lives, Joan said in that tone that never beat around the bush, and would certainly never beat around a giant redwood There was, unfortunately, little to keep me in New York All the television shows I had worked for in the pastYour Show of Shows with Sid Caesar, Phil Silvers in Sgt Bilko, The Red Buttons Show, and many were either defunct or had moved to California Worse still, my friends, the writers, had all gone where the work was I couldnt believe that the brightest and wittiest of them all, the staff of the Caesar showCarl Reiner, Larry Gelbart, Mel Brooks, and Sid Caesar himselfwere now living in the place we had been satirizing for so many years The L.A networks pounced on them all with golden offers, as well they should But it was still beyond my understanding how you could look out a window, see a palm tree in the sun, and think funny If that were possible, surely there would be great Hawaiian comedy writers by now I was one of the few who remained in New York, devoid of work and three fourths of my closest friends Even my older brother, Dannymy mentor, my spokesman, the Kaufman to my Hartmoved west to a place called the Valley From his letters and picture postcards, the Valley looked like Americas Shangri la, a place where your life span could increase by a hundred and fifty years The catch was that when you eventually did die, it surely wouldnt be from laughing Money never mattered much to Joan She could and did live contentedly in our first apartment, a one room, five story walk up in the Village It had a small dressing room which she converted to an even smaller bedroom It had a low doorway and I couldnt see how she could get a bed in It would, I thought, have to be born in there Never underestimate the wiles and ingenuity of a newlywed decorating her first apartment I came home that first night we moved in, having put in a full day on the Caesar show, and found the bed in the room How I asked, expecting some reasonable answer I dont know, she replied I just did it With the bed now in the room, reaching and touching all of the four walls, I stood amazed Perhaps she had rented the apartment next door, broken down the adjoining wall, shoved the bed in, quickly replastered the wall, and broken the lease on the adjoining apartmentall in one afternoon She was capable of things like that One could open the window by standing on the bed, but opening the small closet on the opposite wall was another matter What we did was walk across the bed, pull the closet door open about three inches, a major feat in itself, then you would squeeze your arm through, reach in, feel around, and whatever you pulled out was what you wore that day No one noticed, because people in the Village dressed strangely anyway When I came home at night the bed was neatly made A shoehorn was her only possibility The apartment was on Tenth Street between Fifth Avenue and University Place, three blocks from New York University Walking our dog past NYU at night was the closest I came to a college education The kitchen was comprised of a sinkette, and an antique two burner stove which was powerful enough to warm water but not actually boil it The apartments main attraction was a red brick fireplace that could fill the room with smoke in three minutes flat Some of this, fortunately, could escape through the large hole in the glass skylight fourteen feet above Unfortunately, this also permitted rain, sleet, and snow to fall gently and otherwise on the sofa, the only good piece of furniture we had This meant that Joan redecorated the room every time the weather changed It had the advantage of making it seem as though we lived in a six room apartment As for amenities, there was a vertical bathroom No tub, just a shower big enough for you to make a phone call but not large enough for you to bend over and wash the lower half of your body This may have been the reason Joan liked to walk barefoot in the park so much We moved there on the day we were married, September 30, 1953, after a rather austere ceremony that took place in the Criminal Courts Building in lower Manhattan We were married by a judge whose new false teeth had not yet properly settled in his mouth, so that when he tried to pronounce our names, we sounded vaguely Armenian In attendance were Joans mother and father, a sweet, happily married couple, and my mother and father, who were separated and did not speak to each other At least not in the first person, anyway At the end of the ceremony, the best my father could manage to my mother was Congratulations to her My mother nodded back, looking in the opposite direction From moments like this, the seeds of comedy are born Joan was gloriously happy up in our tree house on Tenth Street I was gloriously happy with Joan, although not quite as stoic I would announce with a touch of sarcasm as we squirmed into our miniature bed, Well be sleeping from left to right tonight On April 25, 1957, Ellen Marie Simon was born She was six and a half pounds and Joan was in labor for eighteen hours By the time Ellen entered the world at 7 28 that morning, the long struggle of labor and birth had taken its toll on the baby Her head was as pointy as a dart With the twisted mind of a comedy writer, I looked at her in panic, thinking, will she sleep in a crib, or do we just throw her into a dartboard at night It was with great trepidation that I asked the obstetrician, That er pointy head that does go away, doesnt it He assured me that by nightfall her head would settle nicely The jobs were getting scarcer in New York, our savings were dwindling, and with Ellen now in our lives, we had no choice but to move to a larger, but expensive apartment Larger was no problem because every apartment in New York was larger We moved down a few hundred feet on Tenth Street to a prosaic and adult building This one had an elevator, ten floors, a doorman, two bedrooms with reachable closets, a stove that made hot food, a full bathroom with a tub, and a living room that was protected from the elements, which meant that our furniture placement could remain stable A week after we had moved in, we realized we had suddenly grown up Our bohemian life, such as it was, was behind us We missed the hole in our skylight, the light snowfalls in the living room, and the bedroomless bedroom where we were forced to sleep tightly in each others arms, knowing that being an inch apart was not only physically impossible, but was also gloriously wonderful The compensation was that now we had Ellen Within a month it was clear she was going to be as beautiful as her mother, especially now that her head no longer looked like a sharpened pencil Suddenly, a call came from my agents at the William Morris office Would I like to work for Jerry Lewis again I had previously written one television special for him with Mel Tolkin, who was formerly the head writer on Your Show of Shows, where we worked together Mel was not available for this second show, and Jerry asked if I would do it alone There were two drawbacks to this One was that it would be in California the other was that it would be for Jerry Lewis Admittedly, I was once caught up in the Dean Martin Jerry Lewis craze that had swept the country a few years before Jerry was that wild, uninhibited lunatic who was half child, half cheetah, and he surprised us all with the anarchy of his behavior He made me laugh in spite of myself, because I saw something in him that was missing in me and perhaps in most of usthe freedom from being so fearful of how people judged us Elvis Presley soon proved you could do the same thing with music Jerry had his fans, no doubt of that, but it was pushed to ludicrous excess when France practically made him their patron saint Since then, however, he had split with Dean Martin, and the half mad child without his keeper and protector was now simply behaving like a demented adolescent that someone had deserted in the streets One minute he was the goonlike simian, walking like a flamingo, who has just been hit by a bus, speaking like a human adenoid, then suddenly, as the audiences laughter hit its peak, he would become a hip, articulate, cool performer with a Sinatra like grip on a cigarette We all felt as if wed been had He turned comedy on and off like a lightbulb It was as though he were showing homemade films of himself as the funny, incorrigible kid, then quickly turning the lights back on, revealing the suave, sophisticated performer he had matured into so brilliantly We longed for Jack Benny who was always Jack Benny, the eternal thirty nine year old lousy violinist tightwad we could always depend on All this aside, I took the job Okay, so I wouldnt be writing for the facile, sharp tongued wit of Phil Silvers, or for the almost classic and timeless humor that Sid Caesar spoke in English, French, Italian, German, and Japanese A buck was a buck and you do what you have to do, I thought in Sam Spadeese, a language I spoke fluently to myself as I walked down shadowy streets When somebody kills your partner, you have to do something about it Thats the way things are Why couldnt the Morris office get me a Bogart picture I would love to have words like that spitting out of my typewriter Instead, I was going west to write for a spastic, aging bellhop A separation did not appeal to either Joan or me, so we reached into our well lit closet, picked out clothes of our choosing, wrapped Ellen, now four months old, in her Gandhi like cottons, and headed west on a pre jet flight that lasted fifteen hours As the plane touched ground at the L.A airport, Joan turned to me in her seat and shouted above the roar of the engines, Dont you just hate this place Actually, it wasnt all that bad We rented a charming little Tudor house off Coldwater Canyon, owned by an English actor of little renown, who made his living by playing barristers or members of Parliament, all of whom, alas, got murdered twelve minutes into the Sherlock Holmes films that were his specialty Living in a little bit of England was a treat we didnt expect to find in the City of Angels Unfortunately, the houses that surrounded us were a little bit of Spain, a little bit of France, a little bit of Switzerland, a little bit of Gingerbread, and a little bit of Halloween I dont remember the name of our street, but I imagine it was something like Potpourri Lane On our very first day there, we were busy unpacking and not speaking to each other, because thirty eight seconds had gone by where we couldnt find Ellen Joan had actually had me outside the house looking for wolves carrying off small bundles, when suddenly there came a knock on the door Only in Hollywood would I write a phrase like, when suddenly there came a knock on the door I opened it and saw a tall, heavyset man who looked somewhat familiar to me When I realized who it was, my mouth dropped open with a thud It was Ward Bond Now you have to be at least over fifty and a film aficionado to know about Ward Bond, but he was part of my childhood spent in neighborhood movie theaters, a world of memories Ward Bond, of a hundred films made at Warner Bros Ward Bond, who appeared with Cagney, Edward G Robinson, and John Wayne Ward Bond, the friendly California cop in The Grapes of Wrath, who told Henry Fonda and the Joad family, Youre best be goin back where you come from There warent no work out here But mostly it was Ward Bond from The Maltese Falcon, playing the police sergeant Tom Polhaus, who first told Bogart Spade of the murder of his partner, Miles Archer Was Ward Bond Sergeant Polhaus or was that Barton MacLane Either way, there he was at my kitchen door, about as big as he looked up on the giant screen Excuse me, sir My name is Ward Bond The fact that he felt the need to tell me his name was as incredible as his calling me sir He had a slight smile on his face, the kind a cop makes when he tries to make you feel its nothing personal about his having to arrest you Maybe word had already spread through these hills that Joan and I had been bad mouthing L.A ever since we picked up our rented car, and he wasnt about to take any of that smart ass New York wise guy talk from two punk kids When Joan and the thirty eight seconds lost baby appeared next to me, he smiled and tipped his hat to the womenfolk Nice to meet you, maam Boy or girl Girl, Joan said, touched by the big mans cordiality He reached out and wiggled Ellens tiny toes with his big, warm hands Hi, little lady Now arent you pretty Joan was completely won over despite the fact she wouldnt know Ward Bond from Montgomery Ward Im the neighborhood representative for fire control, said Ward, who was now apparently my neighbor Just want to make sure you dont leave those exposed dry leaves and brush around the house Once the Santa Anas start blowing, this place could go up like a tinderbox Never before in my city bred life did I have to worry about dry leaves, dry brush, or tinderboxes And who was Santa Ana Was he the philosopher or the Mexican general who slaughtered every last man at the Alamo Dont worry My husband and I will take care of it as soon as we put the baby to sleep It was the first time in our three year marriage she had ever referred to me as her husband It makes us sound so old, she would say Chances are, if Ward Bond had stayed five minutes, Joan and I would have become Maw and Paw He smiled, tipped his hat, wiggled Ellens toesies, and then shook my hand His grip was so tight, his fingerprints suddenly and permanently became mine He then turned and rode off into the sunset in his Chevy pickup, probably to join a poker game over at the Dukes house with John Ford, John Huston, Victor McLaglen, and a couple of cousins from Dublin, in case they felt like brawlin afterward So ended our first day in California I GOT SOME INKLING of who Jerry Lewis, the man, was when he showed me around his Pacific Palisades home, and opened the double double doored clothes closet in his immense private dressing room It was mirrored from wall to wall, and from the size of it, I thought I may have taken a wrong turn in his house and wandered into the Royal Quarters in Versailles In the closet there hung about twenty five identical black tuxedos, an equal number of identical black suits, and at least that number of sports jackets in various shades, but no less than five each in the exact same pattern and color Pleated white shirts were lined up on hangers, looking like a hundred matre ds parading for inspection He kept pulling open drawer after drawerwhich slid out speedily and noiselesslyto show me his endless array of sport shirts, casual shirts, pool shirts, pajamas, handkerchiefs, and boxer shorts, like a child might show off for you his lifetime collection of marbles More to be admired than adorned His socks and his sweaters, mostly cashmere, were all red Not some All The red socks were lined up in rows, side by side, enough to be hung on fireplaces for a thousand Christmases There were enough shoes in the shoe closets to last out the combined careers of Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, and Secretariat As we left the thickly carpeted room to continue our tour of his house in the Pacific Palisades, he tossed me a red cashmere sweater with matching socks, the first of a plethora of gifts I was to receive Generosity was not one of Jerrys shortcomings As we went from room to room seeing his kitchen, his screening room where one could play back a Jerry Lewis appearance anywhere in the world with the flick of a switch , his office, his electronic system which could not only hear his childrens breathing at night but could probably take their temperature as well the presents in my arms kept mounting The tour plus lunch took about an hour and a half The discussion of what I was to write for the show took about three minutes You know what I do, kid I trust you If you screw something up, dont worry Ill make it funny He immediately made a face and a rabbit sound and I laughed, I admit it When youre through writing, call me He opened the front door Well have fun, youll see I didnt get this house for being stupid And I never read a book in my life Here, take this He threw me a silver cigarette case with a caricature of him engraved on top, smiled warmly at me, and as I started for my car, he yelled out for all to hear, Thief Thief Stop him Then he closed the door and went back in I opened the door of my car, my arms filled with, among other things, red socks, a red sweater, a green Jerry Lewis baseball cap, and a yellow umbrella, making me look like a burglar with bad taste I had two sketches to write in six weeks On the Caesar show, we used to write two sketches in two days, but then, of course, there were eight of us Now, for the first time in my life, I was flying solo Writing becomes easier for me when I know who Im writing for When Danny and I were writing monologues for comics in the early days, we never just wrote a routine then looked to sell it to someone We tailored it for specific comics The bad comics just did jokes and we werent interested in just jokes The really funny men, like Buddy Hackett or Phil Silvers, had their own unique style, their own particular vision of life We wrote our routines specifically for them, and we had the ability to capture their rhythms and their personalities This is contrary to writing for the theater or films You write a play, then cast your actors And I never wrote a film for a specific actor, because the chances of getting that actorespecially a starwere somewhere between slim and anorexic Ill amend that I wrote two films which actors had already agreed to do, based on the premise alone Richard Dreyfuss and Marsha Mason in The Goodbye Girl and Jack Lemmon in The Out of Towners Once they agreed to sign on, I tailor made the parts to fit their specific and unique gifts It is, I imagine, easier to paint a portrait when someone is sitting for it Writing for Jerry Lewis didnt present any real problems for me As a matter of fact, I had the feeling that if I just gave him a premise and twenty props, he would be just as funny as with anything I could write for him But I wasnt being paid to think of twenty props Knowing his loony, bombastic style, I was not likely to go astray and dash off some witty Nol Cowardtype drawing room comedy Unless, of course, there were two baboons sitting at the piano With Jerry you go for the jugular I finished both sketches in five days, writing full days and most nights One sketch had Jerry as the inspector from the Department of Safety, looking over a factory for danger areas Once he walked in wearing his ill fitting suit and that Jewish Inspector Clouseau look on his face, the die was cast Within seconds, he was twisted, mangled, pressed, stomped, and stretched in every machine and moving part he came in touch with The other sketch, though vague in my mind now I have not saved one single line of anything I ever wrote in my ten years in television, nor any of the comedy monologues Danny and I wrote in those developing years , was equally physical in its humor I presented the sketches to Jerry in his offices on the Paramount lot He sat and read them in stony silence Not a sound, not a peep, not a smile, not a chuckle He breezed through the pages, tossed them on the coffee tablejust missing the coffee mugs shaped in his own imageleaned back with his hands behind his head, and said, I love em Hysterical Were finished Wasnt that easy But you never laughed once, I said Ill laugh when we do it Im not funny when I read So what about rewrites I asked Well fix it in rehearsal Youre such a worrier Go home Ill see you in five weeks Thats it I said in amazement No meetings No conferences No nothing The telephone rang He was immediately on to other business Another film, club dates in Vegas, interviews He kept talking as he threw me something in cashmere, a red scarf with his signature in gold As he talked, he put up his hand to me, spreading out his fingers, meaning, Ill see you in five weeks, waved, threw me a kiss and a walnut, and swiveled his chair around as he gave an interview completely as Melvin, the thirty six year old man with the fourteen year old brain I was out the door, looking for my car, wondering what in the world I would do in Hollywood with five weeks and a red scarf on my hands WHY DONT YOU start that play youre always talking about Joan offered as she tried to get the clothes washer to work, this being the eighth time it had broken down in the week wed been there She knew better than to ask me to help, since my skills with all things mechanical and electrical were limited to turning on a light switch or turning it off, but not necessarily both My way of dealing with being alone in a house where the toilet wont stop running and overflowing is to pretend to be writing, not even noticing that the water is up to my ankles, and then acting out surprise when Joan comes in and screams, Are you going to wait until the house floats away before you call a plumber Actually, I probably would I dont have a play that Im always talking about, I answered, handing her a wrench she had totally no use for I just want to write one So think of one, she said, looking at a valve whose purpose must have been a mystery even to the company who made it Think of a play A whole play With a beginning, middle, and end Do you have any idea how hard that is It would take me two or three years at least And what if it wasnt any good What would we do for money Well get by Just write the play, she said as she clicked on a switch that started the washing machine working better than it did even when it was new, which I doubt it ever was I was convinced it was made by the Dr Frankenstein Company, with abnormal parts taken from the deceased bodies found in some washing machine graveyard Two days later I typed out the title page ONE SHOE OFF A New Comedy by NEIL SIMON 1st Draft Oct 15, 1957The complete memoirs of Neil Simon, the greatestand most successfulAmerican playwright of all time, the author of such iconic works as Lost in Yonkers, The Odd Couple, Biloxi Blues, and The Goodbye Girl, now with an insightful Introduction by Nathan Lane.This omnibus edition combines Neil Simons two memoirs, Rewrites and The Play Goes On, into one volume that spans his extraordinary five decade career in theater, television, and film Rewrites takes Simon through his first love, his first play, and his first brush with failure There is the humor of growing up in Washington Heights the inspiration for his play Brighton Beach Memoirs where, despite his parents rocky marriage and many separations, he learned to see the funny side of family drama, as when his mother thought she saw a body on the floor in their apartmentand it turned out to be the clothes his father discarded in the hallway after a night of carousing He describes his marriage to his beloved wife, Joan, and writes lucidly about the pain of losing her to cancer The Play Goes On adds to his lifes story, as he wins the Pulitzer Prize and reflects with humor and insight on his tumultuous life and meteoric career Neil Simons terrific memoirs are worth revisiting New York Post Now, with the whole story in one place, he traces the history of modern entertainment over the last fifty years as seen through the eyes of a man who started life the son of a garment salesman and became the greatestand most successfulAmerican playwright of all time. 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