In a sense, this book is not an autobiography but a biography, because I am writing about someone I used to know. Yes, these events are true, yet sometimes they seemed to have happened to someone else, and I often felt like a curious onlooker or someone trying to remember a dream. I ignored my stand-up career for twenty-five years, but now, having finished this memoir, I view this time with surprising warmth. One can have, it turns out, an affection for the war years.
In this memoir, Steve Martin reflects on his past with a unique perspective, portraying it as more of a biography than an autobiography. He illustrates that although the events he recounts are true, they sometimes feel distant, as if they occurred to another person. This sense of detachment indicates his journey of self-discovery and the complexity of memory.
Martin acknowledges a long absence from his stand-up comedy roots, which he now views with a sense of warmth and fondness. Even the challenging periods he refers to as "the war years" have become a source of affection for him, showcasing how time can alter one's relationship with the past and reveal a newfound appreciation.