I don’t like the way Robert Evans reads his own material. Too pat, too affected, too dependent on that trademark purr. Evans is five times better when he’s not selling his smoothness and just being himself — a snappy, sometimes angry, occasionally confused guy with an tenacious streak. Nonetheless, this excerpt from his forthcoming Kid Notorious recalls encounters with Frank Sinatra, Jack Nicholson, John F. Kennedy, showgirls, “debutramps,” near-death experiences, his 1998 stroke, Sumner Redstone, et. al.
