She Ain’t Heavy, She’s My Mother, by Bryan Batt
Bryan Batt (Salvatore Romano to us) has written a loving memoir about his mother,
Gayle. She is a Southern belle of diverse charms, a comic figure, a tower of strength, a maze of idiosyncrasies, and deeply, deeply loved by her son. (Presumably, she is deeply loved by both her sons, but I meant the one writing, of course.)
The book is full of light-hearted tales, written with an eye for the flair of the moment. Stylistically, Bryan is florid. There was a point early one when his over-embellished prose got on my nerves, and then I thought of Bryan, who played a train in Starlight Express, Lumiere in Beauty & the Beast, and Munkustrap in Cats: Costumes, sparkle, bizarre makeup. And I thought of Gayle, with her masses of hairspray and pearls and her chiffon gowns, and I realized, this is the right language for this pair of characters.
You will like this book if you want to be entertained by lively stories of colorful people. You will dislike this book if you prefer memoirs that delve deeply into the underside of their memories. She Ain’t Heavy, She’s My Mother is lightweight by design, so choose your poison.
My friend Keath Graham won this book and was kind enough to give it to me as a gift, so I owe him a thank you for this review.