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“People don’t come to see me be me. They come to see me be them.”

Ain’t Nobody’s Fool: the Life and Times of Dolly Parton, by Martha Ackman, is a fine biography of one of America’s most iconic musicians. My thanks go to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for the review copy. This book is for sale now.

Dolly began singing as a child, first informally, as children do, but she also understood very early on that this would be her life’s work. Most of her family was musically inclined, but she had a greater talent and a greater need to use it. She also had the right personality for the job; though her early years were filled with deprivation—the song “Coat of Many Colors” does actually describe an early childhood experience that marked her—she was also born with a sunny outlook and determination. For example, when she met the love of her life, Carl Dean, just as she was beginning to be heard on the local radio, she told him that though she loved him, she could not become a traditional wife to him. She would not have supper waiting when he finished work. She would not produce a houseful of children. These are the things that would prevent her from realizing her burning ambition. They were a trap. And happily, Carl—a private man that didn’t listen to country music so much as Led Zeppelin—told her that was just fine with him. He wasn’t going to tag along everywhere and be Mr. Dolly Parton, but they would make it work. And they did.

Fans of Dolly’s might have wondered, as I did, whether we would learn more about the rather mysterious Carl when reading this biography. We will not, apart from seeing Dolly’s philosophy where her marriage was concerned. Though in every other respect she has been open and accessible to the public, Dolly has followed her mother’s advice, that she should find just one thing about her life that she would not share with others, but keep for herself. For Dolly, that’s Carl. The man died last year, but she still keeps Carl, and her memories of their sixty years of marriage, to herself. And I don’t see how we can complain.

Whenever I read a galley, I highlight passages that I think might be suitable to include as quotes in my review. In this case, I highlighted 60! I can’t use them all, but this should give the reader a clue as to how readable this lovely biography is, and how saturated with quotes from Dolly, and from those that know and love her. From her early, sometimes tumultuous years working for and with Porter Wagoner, to the actors that she worked with in movies such as 9 to 5 and Steel Magnolias, to her own family members, it’s rich. Another fun fact: by doing some of her recordings in Tennessee, and by creating the massive theme park, Dollywood, she has come close to doubling the GDP of the state of Tennessee!

Many people may not be aware of Dolly’s intellect and savvy business skills. I have read so many musical memoirs and biographies of hugely talented, successful musicians that trusted others to take care of their business matters and accounting, only to discover too late that they’d been robbed. Perhaps my favorite anecdote in this biography is where early on, when she was only starting to be recognized, Colonel Parker, the man that ran Elvis’s career and gutted his finances, came to Dolly to express interest in one of her songs. Elvis wanted to sing “Islands in the Stream.” But he told her sweetly, Elvis is accustomed to receiving the publishing rights to any song he performs. And Dolly, also responding sweetly, told him how sorry she was, but she just didn’t believe in parting with her catalog. Many years later, after she and Kenny Rogers had gone more than platinum with that same song, she said that that song alone made her more than enough money to buy Graceland, at least hypothetically!

Serious fans and researchers will do well to augment their knowledge by reading at least one other biography, or Dolly’s own autobiography, My Life. Though author Ackman has a congenial writing style and has read a great deal about her subject, she has apparently never interviewed Parton herself. I combed through the documentation at the end of the book and found that out of the hundreds of end notes, there are just five references to a couple of interviews by the author with friends and family of Dolly’s. Sources for the book’s early chapters are sparse and not well integrated, relying almost exclusively on the autobiography.

Nevertheless, this is a greatly enjoyable read. I played Dolly’s music as I read, and though I am finished with it and am reading other things now, I still carry Dolly around with me.

As I came of age in the late 1970s, Barbra Streisand was a tremendous star, and when it came to movies in which she sang, she was peerless. She still is. I was starstruck by her brilliance, her charisma, and her astounding voice, and even so, I didn’t know the half of it. She wouldn’t accept glass ceilings, and when she encountered one, she kicked it in, and she did it with style.

Once her place in the industry was established, Barbra tried to erect a few boundaries around her private life, but it wasn’t easy; when she declined interviews whose focus was her relationships with men, some members of the press chose instead to portray her in an unfriendly light. And some people were threatened by her. A woman director? A woman producer? Who did she think she was, anyway? And she showed them who, sometimes wearing multiple hats in a given film, directing and acting, or…well, you get the idea. And thanks to the resistance she encountered, she grew to be a fierce feminist activist as well.

The autobiography is done in linear form, which I appreciate. I chose not to request the galley, because the book exceeds 1000 pages, and I’d have had only a month till it was published. Instead, I put it on my Christmas list, and Santa delivered it both in print and audio. Both are wonderful, but the audio is read by the author, which makes it my favorite. One more thing I greatly appreciate: when she discusses her music, we get to hear a brief, seconds-long excerpt. A pet peeve of mine is when song lyrics are spoken on audio books, and it is triply aggravating when the book in question is written by and read by the musician that made it famous. I’m sure there are hoops that must be jumped through to be allowed to include these snatches of song, but I know it can be done, because Barbra did it.

We begin with her childhood, the loss of her father, the unavailability of her mother, and I marvel that she grew up to be a good person, and that she nevertheless found the inner strength and confidence to pursue a career as a performer.

A good person? How would I know? We’ve never met. Surely authors do their damnedest to shine the light on their better qualities when they scribe their memoirs. But ultimately, it’s the way that Barbra’s own character makes its way into her productions that convinces me. She has no use for pretension, for one thing, even after the millions she’s made (and given away a lot of.) And she’s spent decades as an activist, using her talents to raise funds for AIDS research, to combat climate change, and to promote women’s equal treatment.

One word about that: there are long passages, at least one whole chapter and parts of others, where she discusses her causes and the politicians she admires, and I must confess that her adoration of various Democratic politicians is my least favorite part of the book. I actually lean further left than she does, and as she gushes over the Clintons, I find myself arguing a bit with her in my head. Sure, Bill Clinton did A and B as president, but he also did C and D, which are dreadful. And so on. Ultimately, I skipped to the end of one such chapter, and I was able to enjoy the rest of the book just fine.

I was fascinated by her explanation of why The Way We Were, one of her massively successful movies, is curiously devoid of politics, even though that is the point of the movie. She tells us that there was a lot of excellent content that landed on the cutting room floor. Nixon’s people had leaned hard on the studio not to disparage the McCarthy witch hunt, for example, and they folded. Happily, Streisand thought to ask if she might keep the portions that were cut, and a new version is being published for its 50^th anniversary, so that we can see what it was supposed to look like. And it was this travesty, the way the original film was butchered without her input or consent, that made her determined to direct, and not to make any more movies unless she could have the final cut in her contract.

In her old age—she is in her eighties now—she is willing to talk about her private life in ways she would not do earlier, and she finds just the right level of intimacy to describe it. She speaks well of most of her past loves and many, many fellow performers, and has met and spent time with just about every public figure you can imagine. At one point I challenge myself to think of someone famous that isn’t in her book. Ha, I’ve got it! Nelson Mandela. Then I flip through the vast trove of photographs at the end of the book, and there she is with him.

Her harsh words are very few, and even so, she can often find some positive words to round out her discussion. Sidney Chaplin, son of Charlie, was monstrous, and he terrorized her just as her career was taking wing. Her longtime boyfriend, the hairdresser-turned-producer, Jon Peters, is the other major entrant on her unhappy list, but she recognizes the good things that he did, too, and the fact that he—and every one of her exes—sends her flowers on her birthday says it all.

I could go on even longer about this book, but it won’t be as fun for you as if you get the book for yourself, and I want to go back and re-watch her movies, especially Yentl. As for you, this audio book could make your daily commute much more enjoyable. Highly recommended.