You know when you're at a cool party and then someone latches on to you and they're kind of annoying but persistent and you can't shake them and then you give up and realize there's something inimitable about them that is compelling?
That's Fred Stoller.
|Phil Rosenthal's awesome screening room (LA Times)|
Among the two dozen or so guests were several character actors, writers, and the like. The house was beautiful but not ostentatious; the entry hall was hung with framed autographs Rosenthal had collected from his idols, including, if I'm remembering right, Billy Wilder.
upgraded to pizzas from Mozza), and eventually out of the cast of characters emerged -- Fred.
Fred was tall, lean, anxious, nasal-voiced and Brooklyn-born. He told me he'd been working on a memoir about his piecemeal, freelance experiences on the fame's fringes called "Maybe We'll Have You Back" - -the noncommittal statement told by TVproducers to itinerant guest stars like Fred their entire careers.
I was wary, but intrigued.
|"Fred, Ed, Ted, and Fred" (Willard, Begley, Lange, Stoller)|