Streisand gives an interview to Harper’s Bazaar Magazine about writing her own autobiography in the future.
I think it’s almost time. These books about me are so stupid. When someone sends me one of them, if I have time, I look at the first page and I can tell whether or not the writer did his research. A minor detail tells a lot. Did he even visit the street I lived on? If he did, he wouldn’t write that I used to take the BMT into the city when it was the IRT. It’s silly, and yet all these fabricated and sloppy stories become your bio. I’m interested in the truth, and unauthorized biographies are not. Yes, I would like to correct those errors someday.