Rejuvenate!: (It's Never Too Late)
By Eartha Kitt and Tonya Bolden
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From her hit songs in the 1950s and television stardom as Catwoman on Batman in the 1960s to her sold-out shows at New York's Café Carlyle in the 1990s, her Tony-nominated role on Broadway in 1999, and her hilarious performance as Yzma, the villainess in Disney's The Emperor's New Groove in 2000, Eartha Kitt is one of America's most versatile and enduring performers. Now, at seventy-four and still going strong, Kitt reveals her secrets of vitality in Rejuvenate!, an elegant and inspiring book.
Seductive, provocative, amusing, and calming, she combines the lessons of her life -- from a difficult childhood in the South and in Harlem to the joys and challenges of her life in the public eye -- to offer this wise window into her incredible mental and physical vigor and an open invitation to the joys of aging in style.
Rejuvenate! is a simple, user-friendly guide that doesn't require a gym, a personal trainer, or even exercise equipment. Each of the nine chapters, with titles such as "Bend," "Stretch," and "Rock-and-Roll," features one basic exercise for the body with easy-to-follow instructions and an entertaining, inspiring message for the mind.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The title says it all.
Reading this is like drinking a cool glass of water. If you are seeing this review, it may just be exactly what you need. Eartha gives us insight on her healthy habits (both physical and spiritual) and laces them with beautiful anecdotes from her life. I highly recommend this. Thank you Eartha for writing such a wonderful book. I really really enjoyed it.
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Rejuvenate! - Eartha Kitt
INTRODUCTION
Warm Up
When the year 2000 commenced, I was seventy-two years old and had quite a lot on my plate. I played to sold-out crowds at Manhattan’s Café Carlyle through mid-February (two shows a night, six days a week). Rehearsals for The WildParty began in January (six days a week—long hours), with the show in previews in March and fully up and running in mid-April (six evenings a week plus Wednesday and Saturday matinees). I also had the goal of completing this book by May Day, 2000. In between, there were out-of-town appearances—here a day in Charleston, South Carolina, there a day in Savannah, Georgia, et cetera, et cetera.
The gods are good,
I thought as I sat in my room at the Carlyle Hotel, getting ready for my very last performance of 1999.
Indeed, the gods had been more than good, considering my beginnings: ugly duckling Eartha Mae, born out of wedlock and into poverty on a cotton plantation in South Carolina, then given away because Mama’s husband-to-be said he didn’t want that yella gal
in his house. The people she was given to—were they close or distant relatives? She never knew. Of one thing there was no doubt. These people were cruel: beating Eartha Mae, poorly feeding Eartha Mae, working her like a dog.
And when this Thursday’s child was brought up North, to Harlem, and found a new mama in an aunt, there were no great expectations for her. Factory worker or domestic worker—surely this would be her lot. Instead, there were rescues for her and her irrepressible love of words, of song, of the dance.
The world of possibilities began to open when she was accepted into the School of Performing Arts. Life widened a few years later when she became a member of the Katherine Dunham Dance Troupe. Before she was twenty years old, shy little Eartha Mae had performed with the Dunham dancers in America, Mexico, England, Paris, and elsewhere in Europe.
Then came her debut as a cabaret performer in Paris in 1949, which led to countless engagements at some of the poshest clubs in Europe, at one of which Orson Welles found her and cast her as Helen of Troy in his interpretation of Faust, which became a part of the show An Evening with Orson Welles.
It was when I asked, Why me?
that Orson said, You are the most exciting woman in the world.
Many people have thought that this statement pertained to my sex appeal. But there was more. You are the most exciting woman in the world
was not the whole of Orson’s response. After that, he said this: You represent all women of all ages. You have no place or time.
What an affirmation. As a youngster, I had struggled so with feelings of not belonging, of not being wanted, of not fitting in anywhere. Yet, I found that to survive I had to learn to adapt to anywhere, and I had always felt that I had to accept being different.
Who is the real you?
someone once asked me.
The me who happens to be in front of you at the moment, that’s the real me.
The more I surrendered to myself, to the self that would not be limited and narrowly defined, the more glorious a time I had with me and with life. I stayed open, ready, breathless even, for adventure: eager to go wherever my talents might take me.
So, yes, I went with An Evening with Orson Welles around Europe in 1950, and then through other doors that opened, including New York’s Village Vanguard, from where I went on to a twenty-five-week run at the Blue Angel. It was there that producer Leonard Sillman saw me and snapped me up for Broadway: for his New Faces of 1952. Quickly, the whole town was talking about me, especially about my Bal Petit Bal
and Monotonous,
which were showstoppers for a year. Then came the New Faces national tour and the film, which led to more engagements—and Eartha Kitt had become a bona fide star.
Eartha Mae was awed by how far and widely she had traveled. She was stunned and grateful that the public had adopted Eartha Kitt and made Eartha Mae feel worthwhile. Never presuming, but always hopeful, she looked forward to the rest of the journey, which did, in fact, continue—rich, diverse, and intensely rewarding: best-selling records; more work in the theater (a Tony nomination in 1954 for my role in Mrs. Patterson was definitely a high point); work in films (including St. Louis Blues and Anna Lucasta); more nightclub engagements (from the Plaza Hotel’s Persian Room to the Talk of the Town in London); more concerts around the world with the pleasure of singing in more than ten languages. There was television, too (the Omnibus presentation of Salome; I Spy, for which I received an Emmy nomination; Mission Impossible—and, yes, joining the cast of Batman as Cat-woman was purrrr-fect for me!).
And in the mid-1950s, I had been celebrated with a star on Hollywood Boulevard’s Walk of Fame. Could it get any better than this?
There was a time when many people did not think so. The buzz was that my career was kaput after I spoke out against the Vietnam War, incurring the government’s wrath. But Eartha Mae survived that (through Eartha Kitt). Just as she had survived the gossip about her being a sex-crazed creature. Just as she had survived great loves lost (millionaire John Barry Ryan III, cinema-house scion Arthur Loew Jr., and founder of Revlon, Charles Revson). Just as she had survived a marriage to Bill McDonald that did not last, but which did produce the greatest delight of her life, her daughter, Kitt.
Onward, forward, upward. How? By staying ready— mind, body, and soul. Ready for the club owners and fans in Europe who cherished me when work was hard to come by in America, and ready to get work in America when the climate
changed.
From the 1970s onward I have been productive, because I kept myself ready: ready for more recordings, more concerts and nightclub engagements (at home and abroad), for Timbuktu! and another Tony nomination, for more parts in films as different as Boomerang and Harriet the Spy; ready to be The Wicked Witch in the national tour of The Wizard of Oz; ready for The Wild Party; and, yes, ready on December 31, 1999, for my umpteenth performance at Café Carlyle, where I had been engaged every winter since the late 1980s.
It was one o’clock in the morning of January 1, 2000, when I bid the second audience adieu. I went to bed supremely appreciative for being alive—truly alive, with Kitt and her children in an adjoining suite—alive to greet the new year, the new decade, the new century, the new millennium (depending on your math). I was grateful, too, for a long life without any devastating illness. To still be here and to still be doing, doing, doing—how fantastic!
Don’t you ever get tired?
people asked when I was sixty, sixty-five, seventy, and when I turned seventy-three in mid-January 2000.
Only the young get tired—the young, and the elders who have given up on themselves, who think there’s nothing more for them but to wait for the gods to call.
Life is too marvelous, too wonderful, too brimming with adventures for me to get tired. After a performance, I may feel spent but not tired, and in no way weary. I know this feeling of exhaustion. It is always a sign for me to refuel, to rejuvenate.
My formula is simple: foods that are right for me (at the right time, in the right amounts) plus continual exercise of the mind and the body.
Some who know me only from afar may think that the body has always been my first priority. Au contraire.I love the brain no less than I love the body. (Perhaps more, if the truth be told.) When the two are functioning well in concert, there is nothing in the world more exciting. So I strive to make the body love the mind, and the mind love the body, keeping the spirit vigorous as a consequence. This, I feel, is the key to my unfeeble longevity: more than twenty-five thousand days on this earth and no complaints. There’s the occasional bronchial brouhaha, the legacy of a terrible case of whooping cough I had when my Southern lungs made first contact with New York’s winter air. Owing to a bit of arthritis, my joints aren’t always jumping. Still, I say, no complaints. What ailments I have are nothing in light of the quality of my quantity of years. (Keep moving! Don’t let the limbs catch up with the years!)
I may be genetically predisposed to longevity, but I will never know for sure. Neither my mama in South Carolina nor my mama in Harlem lived to be my age. As for my father, I never had a clue. The mystery of my origins meant that I could never gamble on any advantage of genes when it came to having a healthy mind and body.
Certainly, my calling as a dancer, singer, and actress gave me incentive to take care of myself; however, behind all that discipline of proper diet and exercise was a zeal for life: to live to the fullest in every aspect of my existence. Because I have, when I turned fifty, sixty, seventy, I didn’t look my age,
I didn’t move my age,
I didn’t feel my age.
And it’s never too late. Hence, this book in which I share the fundamental ways of being, thinking, and doing that have kept me productive, content, whole, and free of fear about getting old.
I have never yearned to stay young in the common sense, but rather to stay me: the me committed to embracing her uniqueness; the me who feels no shame in championing and cherishing herself; the me who accepts aging as a natural process (not a disease!) and who is saying to the gods, Thank you, thank you,
when I take care of me.
I encourage you, darling reader, no matter what your age, to make a commitment to take care of yourself. (If you have already made this commitment—keep it up!)