Vagabond

Curry says up front that this isn't a tell-all, he finds those books boring, and the memoir holds to that promise almost to a fault: chapters are organized around his major roles (two alone for Rocky Horror, plus Clue, It, Amadeus, Spamalot) rather than around his private life, which he mostly keeps off the page. What makes it land is the frame: the book opens and closes with his 2019 stroke and the work of adapting to life in a wheelchair, which turns a career-retrospective structure into something more meditative about performance and physical loss. Reviewers have called it a pleasant, low-gossip read that trades revelation for craft-focused reminiscence.