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  My wife, June, who has always helped me on books like this, is not my best friend, but she is my severest critic.

  
  Further bizarre memoirs, zany anecdotes, and satirical skewerings by the brilliantly caustic, outrageously ribald, and peerlessly neurotic pianist, raconteur, film actor and “jongleur of our times.”

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  The Unimportance of Being Oscar

  Oscar Levant. Putnam 1968, Hardcover, 255 pages, $17.00