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Who's Sorry Now?
The popular singer recalls her early life, her dramatic rise to stardom, her friendship and romances, the brutal rape that almost ended her career, the murder of her brother, and her struggle back.
400 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1985
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January 24, 2009
I can answer the question, Who's Sorry Now?-- I am-- after taking the time to read this book. Poorly written, it mainly reads like a teen's diary. The only parts of the book [where it possibly deserves 2 stars:] that show any character is when she was raped and when her brother was killed. But she never answered- did they find the rapist? and did they ever find her brother's killer?
February 22, 2023
"So far in this book no names have been changed to protect the innocent or the guilty, and I don't intend to start now. And Eugene Lieberman was guilty, all right!" Connie writes like she talks, so I can practically hear her telling me these stories.
The book starts out cheerfully with lots of colorful scenes. "When we're young we feel all kinds of emotions more strongly than we ever will again."
I wish she would have written more about her working relationship with Neil Sedaka and Howard Greenfield. There are a few stories here, but no commentary on how their stars rose in conjunction with hers or whether they kept in touch in later years. She also barely talks about her film career, mentioning Where the Boys Are but no details about the shoot and writing the endeavor to star in movies off as a mistake. I grew up hearing Connie Francis songs periodically, but I didn't become a true fan until I saw her in the movies. Her first is her best, but I think all of them are worth seeing if you enjoy her personality, with Looking For Love as the second best.
Unfortunately, Francis went through a lot of heartache in the 70s and 80s, and I'm sure the depression she felt made the time blur together. She was raped by a burglar in her hotel room after a show, her marriage broke up, her brother was murdered by organized crime, and then she had plastic surgery on her nose which ruined her singing ability. Because this book was written in the midst of all this heartache, the end is rather dreary, disorganized and unfulfilling. I want to know what happened to the rapist? Was he ever caught? Was anyone charged in the murder of George? Why would the mob want to wipe him out; did he owe them money?
There are nuggets of wisdom in these pages from an interesting life. “I recently heard— and it makes sense— that the breakdown of a human relationship occurs not so much because the words are misunderstood, but because the silences are misunderstood.”
I enjoyed the book, because it made me feel closer to the woman behind the music, but I was left wanting much more.
The book starts out cheerfully with lots of colorful scenes. "When we're young we feel all kinds of emotions more strongly than we ever will again."
I wish she would have written more about her working relationship with Neil Sedaka and Howard Greenfield. There are a few stories here, but no commentary on how their stars rose in conjunction with hers or whether they kept in touch in later years. She also barely talks about her film career, mentioning Where the Boys Are but no details about the shoot and writing the endeavor to star in movies off as a mistake. I grew up hearing Connie Francis songs periodically, but I didn't become a true fan until I saw her in the movies. Her first is her best, but I think all of them are worth seeing if you enjoy her personality, with Looking For Love as the second best.
Unfortunately, Francis went through a lot of heartache in the 70s and 80s, and I'm sure the depression she felt made the time blur together. She was raped by a burglar in her hotel room after a show, her marriage broke up, her brother was murdered by organized crime, and then she had plastic surgery on her nose which ruined her singing ability. Because this book was written in the midst of all this heartache, the end is rather dreary, disorganized and unfulfilling. I want to know what happened to the rapist? Was he ever caught? Was anyone charged in the murder of George? Why would the mob want to wipe him out; did he owe them money?
There are nuggets of wisdom in these pages from an interesting life. “I recently heard— and it makes sense— that the breakdown of a human relationship occurs not so much because the words are misunderstood, but because the silences are misunderstood.”
I enjoyed the book, because it made me feel closer to the woman behind the music, but I was left wanting much more.
February 17, 2010
My daughter was assigned Connie Francis for her wax museum project. I decided to read the biography that we got from the library. As talented as Connie obviously was at so many things, her writing style was not polished. It was written in 1984 and took us through her childhood, her career development and her collaborations with young unknowns trying to make it with her (Bobby Darin, Frankie Avalon, Neil Sedaka to name a few). But after what seemed like a family focused protected childhood, she befell some big tragedies like a brutal rape, several divorces (one husband actually beat her) and the shooting death of her beloved brother. What it did want me to do is to go to youtube and try to find some songs. I don't even know if I'd recognize her biggest hits. She was also a groundbreaker for singing songs for various countries in their own language and repopularizing God Bless America.
June 23, 2009
My favorite line among this books wealth of wrought prose is her assertion that in her neighborhood nice Italian girls leave home in one of two ways, either in a wedding dress or a coffin. How can you not love an author who constantly refers to herself as CF.
July 4, 2018
An interesting and deeply personal account of her life's story, highly recommend this to those who grew up listening to the music and talents of Ms. Connie Francis.
February 17, 2008
I think autobiographies are generally a bad idea...unless you actually are a writer which Connie Francis definitely is not.
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