The life story of an actor whose success has been shaped by grit and determination. In a starkly forthright memoir, Oscar and Tony winner Davis reflects on family, love, motherhood, and acting. Born in South Carolina on a plantation where her grandparents had been sharecroppers, she grew up in dire poverty in Central Falls, Rhode Island. Her father was a physically abusive alcoholic, and the family lived in a rat-infested apartment where they often had no heat or hot water. Besides being taunted by her classmates for being Black, she was shunned because she smelled, often of urine. As she writes, she wet the bed until she was 14. "I was an awkward, angry, hurt, traumatized kid," Davis writes. "I couldn't articulate what I was feeling and nobody asked. I didn't believe anybody cared. I was saturated in shame." Inspired by seeing Cicely Tyson on TV, Davis wanted to become an actor--a goal that seemed far out of reach. But an acting coach in an Upward Bound program encouraged her, and she won a scholarship to Rhode Island College. After graduating with a theater degree, Davis worked tirelessly to hone her craft, both by performing and studying. At Juilliard, she bristled, at first, at their Eurocentric approach. A trip to Africa, when she was 25, energized her. Early in her career, Davis was discouraged about the stereotypical roles she was offered, most for "drug-addicted mothers." Later, she writes, "I did a huge slate of what I call 'best friends to white women' roles." For years, money worries dogged her. Even when working in theater, movies, and TV, she needed to supplement her income, and always, her family's financial straits weighed heavily. Therapy finally helped Davis face the generational trauma that created her sense of "emotional abandonment." About her professional triumphs, the author is modest: "It's an eenie, meenie, miny, mo game of luck, relationships, chance, how long you've been out there, and sometimes talent." An unvarnished chronicle of hard-won, well-earned success. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission. |