Suppose you are Joe Eszterhas and you think of yourself as a writer and you sell yourself to Hollywood and you wind up writing screenplays that become sleazy-cheesy-greasy movies such as "Showgirls" and "Jade." What happens to you? You smoke more Salems. You fret that you have become an event. That you're Joke Eszterhas, soon to be Joe Eszterhas- been. What's a man to do? Write a book. Not just any book. Couldn't do that. You are Joe Eszterhas, an event who believes he has overcome his appetites and found peace on this Earth. So you write "American Rhapsody," a 400-plus-page manic meditation o...
