Diane Keaton's memoir "Then Again" is a great read. Who knew Diane Keaton was a writer? The book is absolutely engaging. It's about Diane's life and loves (I so enjoy everything she writes about Woody Allen) and demons and hugely about her mother. A good portion of the book is actually excerpted from her mother's diaries. I would say the whole thing is less of a Hollywood memoir and more of a meditation on living.
Living can be hard, y'all.
Diane Keaton gets to be Diane Keaton and yet she is plagued with insecurities and anxieties. At no point does fame or fortune or sleeping with Warren Beatty make everything in the world calm and wonderful. She's funny and self-aware and oftentimes struggling. She doesn't know how beautiful or charming she is. She doesn't ever really seem to find a sense of peace until she adopts her children (Side note: It is nice to read about how wonderful children are. Sometimes I feel like I only hear about how difficult having children can be and how they take over your life in a terrible way. Diane writes about how they took over her life in a fabulous way). Her mother deals with anxiety and depression, with marriage, with an empty nest, with a somewhat restless creative spirit and, at the end of her life, with Alzheimer's.
Reading this book made me surprisingly moody, but I highly suggest it. Before this, Diane Keaton was that fabulous style icon from Woody Allen movies who looked so great naked and 50-something in "Something's Got to Give." Now, I see her as a whole, real, complicated person and a talented writer as well. So: Read the book. Think about life. Consider her claim that Woody Allen has a great body.