Bad news ...for anyone who thought Carrie Fisher had finally stopped talking about herself. This time, the electro-convulsive shock therapy she's ... Show synopsis Bad news ...for anyone who thought Carrie Fisher had finally stopped talking about herself. This time, the electro-convulsive shock therapy she's been undergoing is threatening to wipe out (what's left of) her memory. But get ready for a shock of your own. Not only doesn't she mind paying the second electric bill, she loves the high-voltage treatments. But before she can truly commit herself to it, she'd better get some of those more nagging memories of hers on paper. It's been a roller coaster of a few years for Carrie since her Tony- and Emmy-nominated, one-woman Broadway show and New York Times bestselling book Wishful Drinking. She not only lost her beloved father, but also her once-upon-a-very-brief-time stepmother, Elizabeth Tayloras well as over forty pounds of unwanted flesh,, all the while staying sober and sane-ish. And she wants to tell you, dear reader, all about it. She wants you to someday be able to remind her how Elizabeth Taylor settles a score, how she and Michael Jackson became friends, or how she ended up sparring with Ted Kennedy on a dinner date. And she especially wants to preserve her memories of Eddie Fisher. Yes, of course, Shockaholic is laugh-out-loud funny, acerbic, and witty as hell. But it also reveals a new side of Carrie Fisher that may even bring a pleasant shock your way: it is contemplative, vulnerable, and ultimately quite tender.