what a wonderful memoir! it's clear to me that harpo told these stories to an effective writer who knew how to get it all down -- to have to edit a guy who spells dead "ded" would have been rather difficult. :)
this book covers the whole of harpo's life -- childhood, the rise of the marx brothers, and then his time hanging out with alexander woolcott and the algonquin round table. many of the stories are laugh-out-loud funny but sometimes i had trouble empathizing -- for example when they all "suffered" through the depression.
the portraits of somerset maugham, and george bernard shaw are extremely memorable and i plan on typing them out for others to enjoy. :)