Kitt's second autobiography supposedly brings us up to date on the events since Thursday's Child (1956), while filling in a few gaps. Actually it covers much of the same territory under a rather ragged format based on the contrasting identities of ""Eartha Kitt"" (the accomplished professional) and ""Eartha Mae"" (the unwanted ""yella"" offspring of a black mother and white father, turned over to strangers at the age of three). Again she takes us from the reluctant South Carolina foster family and the half-loving, half-rejecting aunt in New York to the early Katherine Dunham years, the first European engagements, uncertain American beginnings, and New Faces of 1952. The post. Thursday coverage is brief and spotty: a Broadway triumph cut short by illness; memories of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean; the famous run-in with Lady Bird Johnson (Martin Luther King told Eartha she deserved a Nobel Peace Prize), followed by CIA and FBI harassment which Eartha blames for the decline of her career. This is no styrofoam show-biz prefab, but an odd combination of disjointed organization, forthright writing, and vigorous intelligence. Eartha never does get it all together into a finished book, but there are some kinetic moments.