I just read Gene Wilder's book Kiss Me Like A Stranger: My Search For Love and Art.
Like I JUST read it. All. In one sitting. I ate it like cake. I want love and art too. Too much.
It's an excellent book, conversational, blunt, open. He talks about Gilda, though not how I expected.
I shouldn't have read it so fast. I need a place to put my brain to keep it from chewing its wounds like a dog.