A charming, witty introduction to a 'Stranger' a la Gene Wilder

Gene Wilder's frank, charming memoir, "Kiss Me Like a Stranger," is refreshingly free from the two major sins of show-biz autobiographies: self-aggrandizement and score-settling. Oh, he tosses a few zingers at Carol Channing for her diva-like behavior during a summer tour of "The Millionairess," and he isn't terribly nice to his first wife. But none of the stories he tells about others are nearly as embarrassing as his cheerful recollections of the questions he was afraid to ask when buying his first condom ("I mean, exactly when do you put it on and do you ask the woman for help and when do you take it off?"), or of a less-than-torrid extramarital affair ("I guess you could have counted to seven or eight, and then boom.").

Apparently, someone whose most memorable roles have been as neurotic nebbishes doesn't mind sharing humiliating youthful moments, none of which would be out of character for his Leo Bloom in "The Producers" or Dr. Frankenstein (which he pronounced "Frahnkenshteen") in "Young Frankenstein." Seven years of therapy probably helped: Wilder's first chapter begins as he walks nervously into psychiatrist Marjorie Wallis' Manhattan office in 1962, and the sessions with her become a framework for his account of his early life and career. A device that could have been cringe-inducing works remarkably well, with Wallis serving as a blunt Greek chorus ("your marriage stinks") who helps Wilder sort out, in particular, his complicated feelings about his chronically ill mother, whose suffering made him feel guilty about ever being happy.

Add a few years of Stanislavsky-based training and you begin to understand why Wilder's funniest performances exude a whiff of melancholy. "Make it real" was the imperative instilled by Method high priest Lee Strasberg, and Wilder carried it with him into comedy. It's amusing, and revealing, to learn that he used the memory of his shivering little dog for the hilarious scene in "The Producers" when he goes berserk because Zero Mostel has snatched his blue "blankie." You believe Wilder when he confides that he got hired for "Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex" because Woody Allen needed "an actor who could believably fall in love with a sheep and play it straight." Details about his second marriage and a difficult relationship with a stepdaughter reveal insecurities and neediness that Wilder, like any good actor, used in his work.