Foreword (David Letterman)
Prologue
A Note to My Readers
Rebuttal to Prologue
Chapter 1: Birthday Hell
Chapter 2: Rebuttal to Chapter 1
Chapter 3: "No More Gold-Toe Socks!"
Chapter 4: Rebuttal to Chapter 4
Chapter 5: Our Trip on the Andrea Doria
Chapter 6: Rebuttal to Chapter 5
Chapter 7: The Thumb-wrestle Miracle
Chapter 8: Rebuttal to Chapter 7
Chapter 9: "Never Forget Daddy's Day"
Chapter 10: Rebuttal to Chapter 9
Epilogue
Rebuttal to Epilogue
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in 1989 by Delacorte Press
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You
may know Chris Elliott from his many appearances on Late Night with
David Letterman. And you certainly know his father Bob, of the popular
Bob and Ray comedy team. A talented son; a supportive father; a
family carrying on a warm tradition. But how far that image is from the
truth! Only now, with the publication of Daddy's Boy: A Son's Shocking
Account of Life with a Famous Father, do we learn what a living hell
Chris's life has really been.
When Chris was born in 1960, it was at the height of his father's extraordinary
popularity. The tenth "Elliott Scamp," he was the first
not to be named Bob Jr., but as Elliott fans everywhere knew, that was
but a small water stain on the highly polished coffee table of aristocratic
life. Raised amid the splendor of the Hut, the sprawling mansion that
housed the Elliott Clan (before it became the Metropolitan Museum
of Art), Chris had a fantasy childhood: a never-ending stream of celebrities,
servants, and photo opportunities. Or at least that's how it seemed. For
little Chris, those star-studded birthday parties were nightmares, that
genial dad a broken man whose maniacal obsessions—with Beam whiskey
bottles and, later, with Gold Toe socks—grew in intensity
with every crack in the facade of his popularity.
From the clothes Chris was forced to wear to look like a miniature version
of his father (including, as Bob Elliott's hairline receded, a tiny bald-head
wig) to their disastrous trip together on the Andrea Dora, never
before have we had such a devastating portrait of fame's dark underbelly.
Never, that is, until Daddy's Boy.