5 times Pamela Anderson's memoir left us wanting more — a lot more
"Love, Pamela," the new book by bombshell-slash-activist Pamela Anderson, covers a lifetime in 230-odd pages. It works out to about a little more than four pages for each year of her life — the chronological equivalent of a rock skipping over the surface of a deep, glacier-fed lake, like those sprinkled around Anderson's birthplace on Vancouver Island, Canada.
The result? There are lots of moments where the reader is left wanting more, either because the author handles an incredibly heavy topic with "striking brevity," as The Times' Mary McNamara notes in her "Love, Pamela" review, or because after Anderson delivers more generous details, myriad new questions arise.
Nothing like having to look things up the entire time you're reading, eh? Hopefully this will help with that.
All quoted material below was written by Anderson. She explains that in the acknowledgments, in a chunk of the free-verse poetry that fills the book: "Let's just say this journey has been ... therapeutic? / Digging my heels in, demanding that I write this book myself. / No ghostwriters / no collaborators / or book doctors."
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