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Tony Curtis: The Autobiography
by Curtis, Tony;Paris, Barry
Published by William Morrow & Co, Scranton, Pennsylvania, U.S.A. (1993) reprint
Hardcover with Dust Jacket measures 9.5x6.25 inches Weighs 1 pound 11 ounces

Condition: Good.
Black and yellow boards are solid and sturdy. Pages are clean and white. Text is crisp and illustrations are clean.
Dust Jacket is clean and nicely illustrated. Edge scuffing just a bit and a bit of shelf wear.
There is an unsightly finger smudge on outer/side text block. Else would be a Very Good copy.


| New York City was the training ground. Hollywood was a
piece of cake by comparison. East Seventy-eighth and First
Avenue in Manhattan was the no-man's-land where I once
got the shit kicked out of me in my own neighborhood. Usu­
ally I was so fucking fast, with a running start I could leap
over cars and get away from anybody if I had to. But one day I was cor­
nered by four or five guys—the only time I ever got caught. I learned some­
thing from that. 1 decided it wasn't going to happen again.
When 1 was ten or eleven years old, this German kid named Frank
Webber at Public School 82 used to bait me all the time. He just hated
my guts, for some reason, and he'd yell horrible names all the time: "Lousy
kike! Sheeny asshole! Jew bastard! Big-nose Hebe! You killed Our Lord!"
Oh, yes, how do you do, and what's your name? Walking down the
street in those days, you knew you were a Jew, even though you didn't
quite know what that meant. Why are they after me? What did I do? I didn't
know until much later that my counterparts were already being killed in
Even in the mid-1930s, the war was already on even in America: The
soldiers were boys, and the trenches were in New York City. You didn't dare
go into a neighborhood you didn't come from. You couldn't get halfway
down the block before you'd be followed and, next thing you knew, a bunch
of guys were hitting you with broom bats. From Seventy-eighth and First
on up through the Yorkville section was Nazi land. This was the Berlin of
Manhattan, the rabid German nationalist area—the war zone. I liked it. I
* a s born to it. Those little American Aryans would beat up any Semitic-
looking kid who wandered Into their preserve.

Tony Curtis: The Autobiography, TonyCurtis, Barry Paris, William Morrow & Co, Scranton, Pennsylvania, U.S.A. 1993


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