My sister and I have this long-running birthday tradition: we send each other the exact same gif of Tim Curry in The Rocky Horror Picture Show. The way he says “birthday” sends us into giggle fits every single year. And when the holidays roll around? Forget Elf or Love Actually—we’re watching Home Alone 2, purely for Curry’s scene-stealing turn as the nosy hotel concierge.
So, when I picked up Vagabond, I wasn’t expecting a scandalous Tim Curry tell-all. And I was right. No wild parties, no torrid romances (well, except his affair with Miss Piggy), no juicy gossip. Instead, you get Curry’s wit, wisdom, honesty, and the occasional sly wink.
He’s so much more than Dr. Frank-N-Furter. In this memoir, he talks about his tough childhood, his love of words and theater, the panic attacks that shaped him, his close friendships, and his beloved voiceover work. It’s vulnerable, thoughtful, and still sprinkled with that signature Curry charm.
Most celebrity memoirs lean hard on chaos and excess. Curry’s? It’s the opposite—a refreshing peek at a true artist who finds joy not in debauchery, but in a beautifully tended garden.
Huge thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for letting me dive into this one. It was worth every moment of antici…
…pation.