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Your cover story on Buddhism was a colossal disappointment. You treated the subject as just another cult, a Church of Scientology or a Heaven's Gate. Would you refer to the Pope as Sophia Loren's confessor or hold up Barbra Streisand as a shining example of Judaism? MURRAY SILVER JR. Atlanta...
When celebrities are in trouble, they turn to BARBARA WALTERS. A few confessions, some tears to wash away the iniquities, and they're as good as new. But what happens when the mother confessor slips up? In December, Walters did a happy, heartfelt profile on Andrew Lloyd Webber and noted that Disney, which owns ABC, was one of Lloyd Webber's investors. But she neglected to mention that she herself had put $100,000 into Sunset Boulevard. "I should have disclosed the investment," said Walters. "It won't happen again...
First comes the transgression, then the confession. In ROBERT DOWNEY JR.'s case, the confessor is DIANE SAWYER, who taped an interview with the troubled actor in his rehabilitation center for PrimeTime Live. Apart from admitting he "was under the influence when doing most all" of Home for the Holidays, a movie for which he got some creditable reviews, Downey says that after he was first put in jail on drug-possession charges, he called his wife, who refused to bail him out. "That's when I started realizing: my God, people are really happy that I'm in jail...
...with a world of slow learners, he takes teacher Glenn Holland through three decades of Americana, from Vietnam to 1995. Holland has a wife (Glenne Headly), a deaf son and, it turns out, a vocation for helping the young understand themselves through music. He becomes their drill sergeant, father confessor, patron saint. As the years pass, his students follow their stars while he, a frustrated composer, pours his ambition into them. It's the ambitious teacher's tragedy: your kids move on, you stay...
...note of hard-won triumph. But perhaps the most appealing thing about this spare, beautifully etched memoir is that after 40 years of thriving and surviving in New York City, Cantwell admits to no greater wisdom than she had when she first arrived. More comfortable as observer than confessor, she ends where she began--in another Village apartment. This one looks out on a brick-walled garden, and before going to sleep, she opens her bedroom window to get that old charge: the sound of Manhattan "buzzing...