From tea with Prince Charles to a fabulously racy tête-à-tête with Marlon Brando, Barbra Streisand, 81, gives us the lot in her new, 992-page autobiography, My Name Is Barbra. Which comes as no surprise to me, having spoken to her for this paper in 2019. “So what do you wanna know, Ed?” Streisand said at the start of our phone interview.
There were no forbidden topics, no eavesdropping publicists. She was speaking from her home in Malibu and I asked her to describe the scene. “Well, I’m in my bed,” she said, her vowels still pure Brooklyn after decades on the West Coast. “I have my breakfast tray still on my bed, and my dog.” The dog was called Fanny, after Fanny Brice, the
