This particular book has the unusual concept of counting down Fosse's life with each
chapter, which I found a little unnerving. As you begin with "Sixty" you know exactly
where you're headed. By the time you reach "Twenty" and then "Ten," you start trying to
find a comfortable position. When you hit "One Hour and Fifty-Three Minutes" you begin
noticing your own clock ticking, and I -- for one -- did not find that a good feeling.
Look, we all knew going in that Bob was going to die. He'd been courting death for years... even
used it as a gimmick in his own semi-autobiographical movie, "All That Jazz." Was there really
any need to try to out-creep us by counting down the minutes to his last heart attack... on the street?
With his head resting in Gwen Verdon's lap?