At the end of the 1980s, Andy Behrman could not tell you what country he'd be in from one day to the next. Asking him how much cash he was hoarding in the freezer might have gotten you a straighter answer, but then, he may have spent it a few hours before on a shopping spree between Barney's and Charivari. While most people spent their twenties trying to figure out what college had been all about, and how many different ways one could prepare spaghetti to not taste like last night's spaghetti, Andy was bouncing between jobs, from novice film producer to Armani gofer to public relations rep for overweight plastic surgeons, and hopping with equal ease from one continent to the next on a whim. Sleeping two hours a night and indulging in sex and drugs as fast as he could find them, he struggled through the highs and lows of his unnamable "crazies." It would be years before he was properly diagnosed with manic-depression.
His professional and personal life fell apart in 1993 when his grandest and boldest public relations gig led him to counterfeit and, eventually, prison. Representing and promoting Kostabi World, the brainchild of a self-proclaimed 'con-man,' Andy began producing his own copies of the paintings which were already copies themselves, and selling them overseas for profit, without a thought to the consequences. With a paper trail leading straight to his back pocket, Andy found himself in a high-profile court case that would put an end to his art career and send him plunging into the abyss of his illness. It was at this point that Andy turned to what seemed to be the ultimate solution, Electro-shock therapy.
Electroboy is Andy's illuminating memoir which offers not only a high-speed, whirlwind trip through the adrenaline-fueled eighties, a manic time in its own right, but also an intelligent, personal exploration of the pain of manic-depression. Compared to the novels of Brett Easton Ellis and Jay McInerney, Electroboy is wholly unique because Andy writes what he lived! Writing with a deft touch and sly wit, Mr. Behrman puts himself under the proverbial knife and shows you what his insides look like: a bit gnarled, certainly out of control, and totally entertaining.
With the publication date looming, and Andy's schedule stretched between preparations for a twelve-city book tour and multiple interviews and television spots, Andy stepped into the Startstruck diner on 8th Avenue to talk to Bold Type. "This used to be one of the filthiest porn theaters in the world," he said on the threshold. This is Andy Behrman's first memoir.
||-- Gabriel Delahaye|
|| Photo credit:
Deborah Copaken Kogan
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