Every time I see a standup comedian do a bit about how prop comedy is the lowest form of humour, I'm struck that there must be whole realms of clown-on-clown violence for which I have no frame of reference.
New York put on a show for visiting British servicemen, September 1, 1943. Gunner Leonard Senior laughs himself into tears as Gunner Edward Ellis almost drops his pie in listening to the gags of a comic. (Was this the Broadway Canteen? No info on this.)
I have the audiobook and she does the reading herself, and she's very engaging*. It's almost an entirely interactive experience (there's a pdf of pictures she references) with how she speaks. It's not really surprising, I suppose, because she's an amazing comedian and actor.
She reframes the definition of "cults" by splitting her book into three parts: The Cult of Family, The Cult of Fame, and The Cult of Mental Healthcare. She talks about her relationship with her mom, her experiences with 12-step programs, about doing Target promos, and being on new meds while filming Lady Dynamite.
Memoirs don't often have morals, but this one does:
“Call AT&T! Call Dominos! Call an anti-abortion “clinic”! See if they’re pro-life for your life. All of their literature says “Life is a gift.” Have someone who answers their phone prove it to you. Yes, none of these are good and could be crap. But you deserve that free, shitty-ass crap help.” [emphasis mine]
I don't recommend books because I know that we each draw enjoyment from different places, but I highly recommend Sure, I'll Join Your Cult by Maria Bamford (e/print or audio; she treats each medium as a unique vehicle). She's funny, relatable, and a comfort.
*I know that seems like a "well, obviously" statement, but I've listened to a few memoirs and nonfictions read by the author and the reading ends up being flat