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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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921122
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Sunday, November 22, 1992
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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1G
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1992, Detroit Free Press
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THERE'S NO LIMIT TO CELEBRITY BOOKS
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CORRECTION RAN November 24, 1992
 

getting it straight

*  Mitch Albom's Sunday column should have said the title of
the book by radio  talk show personality Rush Limbaugh is "The
Way Things Ought to Be."

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I've been spending a lot of time in bookstores lately, and I've noticed
many best-sellers this holiday season are penned by people who are not, by
profession, authors.
  For example, there is  "Rush" by Rush Limbaugh, a  radio talk show nut.  Or
"It Doesn't Take a Hero" by Gen. Norman Schwarzkopf, who didn't get into the
armed forces for the literary benefits.

  There is "I Can't Believe  I Said That" by TV host Kathie Lee Gifford --
and thank God she wrote a book because the world has been waiting with baited
breath to learn her thoughts. When she says "I'm fully aware there are people
out there who look at me and want to throw up," well, all I can say is, Kathie
Lee, write on.
  We also have "My Life" by basketball star Magic Johnson, although few
people are buying this book, since  they've heard the whole thing on "Oprah,"
"Phil," "Arsenio," "20/20," "Today," "Good Morning America" . . .
  And then there's "Sex" by Madonna. I would like to comment on this book,
but I can't seem  to find one that hasn't fallen apart.
  Still, we should not be surprised by this trend. Once upon a time, books
were the domain of men and women who spent a lifetime learning how to write.
Today all  you need is publisher and a contract.
  No wonder we have so many "celebrity" authors. It's the hot trend. And I
predict more of these books by Thanksgiving. Such as:
* "Home Alone" by George Bush.  Life after the presidency.
* "I'm OK, You're Nuts" by Woody Allen.
* "I'm OK, You're an Ass," by Mia Farrow.
* "Pssst. Get Me Out Of Here." by Princess Di. The world's most famous royal
member finally  tells her own story, and reveals, for the first time, what she
wanted most in life but Charles wouldn't let her have: a buzz cut.
* "Warning: This Book Is A Small Recording Device" by Ross Perot. A  how-to
manual on catching spies that live in your house. Special chapter on kitchen
surveillance, including "Careful, That Toaster Is Bugged" and "Is That Jiffy
Pop, Or Do We Have A Bad Connection?"
* "Ditka:  The Collected Speeches," by Mike Ditka. An anthology for the
serious football fan, including Mike's on-air tirade against a talk show
caller, his sideline explosions against Jim Harbaugh, and his chewing  out his
wife for serving him decaf coffee.
* "He Who Smelt It, Dealt It," by Howard Stern. A typically mature look at
life by the shock radio host.
* "The Jacksons: The Real Story" By Randy Jackson.  The youngest brother
dishes all the dirt about siblings Michael, Janet, Jermaine and father, Joe.
Never mind that he was in diapers at the time.
* "The Jacksons: The Real Story" by Rover Jackson. The  family dog dishes the
dirt about Michael, Janet, Jermaine, and father Joe. Never mind that he was in
the backyard at the time.
* "The Final Days" by Tom  Monaghan.  In which the pizza mogul reveals  that
during his last tormented week as owner of the Tigers, he let his whiskers
grow like Kirk Gibson and wept for forgiveness from Jack Morris.
* "The Anything Diet" by Roseanne Arnold. The corpulent  TV star reveals that
you can truly eat anything, if you've got enough money. Chapters include,
"Pass The Fries, You're Fired, " and "More Whipped Cream, Scuzball."
 * "Sox" by Madonna. The sequel to "Sex," in which the pop diva poses in gas
stations, restaurants, parking lots and the LA Coliseum in nothing but
hosiery. WARNING: You immediately lose one-half of  this book if you put it in
the dryer.
* "They Call Me Tipper, Tipper. . ." by Tipper Gore. The vice
president-elect's wife reveals that before she married into politics, she was,
in fact, a dolphin.
* "Now It Can Be Told" by Dan  Quayle. The departing vice- president refutes
his dummy reputation. "I scored 1600 on my SATs," he writes, "750 the first
time and 850 the second."
* "The Art of Down-scaling" by Donald Trump. The humbled  rich man reveals his
secrets for living on a fixed income. Paperback, with a black-and-white cover,
cheap paper, and very weak binding. Already marked down.
* "Socks' Story" by Hillary Clinton. "Hey,"  she says,  "if Barbara Bush can
write about her dog, why can't I write about my cat?"
* "Billy Ray: My Early Years" by Billy Ray Cyrus. The sexy country star talks
about his childhood days, when he  wrote songs like, "My Bubble Gum is Pink
(But My Heart Is Blue) and "Achy Braky Bicycle."
* "A Brief History of Time" by Wayne Fontes. The coach describes his life with
the Lions. And ours.
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