. . . and so's a frightful book. The actress as a Molly Picon type yenta is a set of improvisations (Chase is big on Stanislavsky and Strasberg) on emoting for the soaps, what it's like to be chronically unemployed, reminiscences of the young Kubrick and the old Preston Sturges whom she did know and Rita Hayworth, Mia Farrow, Kim Novak whom she didn't. Not to mention the routine shtick about New York cab drivers and Elizabeth Taylor's Joo-di-ism. Borscht belt humor--mark it and strike it.