Yours Cruelly, Elvira: Memoirs of the Mistress of the Dark – Book Review

Published Date: September 21,2021

Publishing Co.: Hatchett Books

Pages: 304

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

How could one NOT have a good time with the Hostess with the Mostess?

I’m not going to go terribly in depth with this review. Where’s the fun in me telling someone else’s story?

Cassandra Peterson seems like a good time gal. The girl that you would like to party with, and a lot of people did. I enjoyed that she was candid about her experiences with other celebrities. Other autobiographies seem like they’re always trying to hide behind the details or gloss over it completely. This was the perfect combination of being honest about deep things and being shallow the other half of the time. Sometimes people focus on one aspect too much, but not Ms. Peterson. She knows how to tell a tale and tell it well.

I find it funny that some reviewers are upset to find out that she did not create the character Elvira by herself and then it ruins their idea of her. She never hid this and since when is it bad to accept help from your friends? She had an opportunity, and her friends helped her produce something fantastic and memorable. The greatest gift they gave her was helping her be successful for 40 years and she sounds like the kind of friend who returned the favor. When you produce that kind of icon, then you can be mad and judge her. She’s not going to care, but you can do it.

My one complaint would be her talking about how gross Divine’s body was. It is just out of place in this day and age. I can understand if that is what you thought at the time, but you know better now and it does not really have a place in the book.

Overall, this is one of my favorite autobiographies.

White Line Fever – Book Review

Published Date: January 1, 2004

Publishing Co.: Citadel

Pages: 309

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

“Everything was going to be wonderful and huge women would get a hold of me and do things to me with raw carrots – you know, shit like that. Of course, it didn’t happen quite that way.”

There is nothing quite like reading the adventures of a heavy metal god. Because do not forget kids, Lemmy is God. *Winks at Grab the Lapels*

Since the day he was born, Lemmy was bound to be different. I mean, he was Born to Raise Hell and he did it well. He always marched to the beat of a different drum and they were rock and roll drums. (Heavy metal drums did not exist yet.) Raised in the birthplace of the rock scene, Lemmy has tales to tell about bands that have long since been forgotten or remained infamous for all time. He had to tell their stories because Dead Men Tell No Tales.

You see what I’m doing here?

I’m not going to promise to stop because I have No Class.

There are definitely problematic things here. Lemmy admits them, but also excuses them, like sex with 16-year-olds back when no one cared about such things. I am not sure that is actually the case but this was before I was alive so it’s probably true to a degree.

This book covers his life up until around 2002 and he never wrote more about it despite continuing his adventures until he was Killed by Death in 2015.

I’m So Bad.

I Ain’t No Nice Guy.

White Line Fever is everything that you think it would be. Fast paced, drug riddled, sex laced, vulgar, rock and roll gold.