Manhattan nightlife had become what Minnelli describes in the interview as “a crazy-quilt group of New Yorkers,” who gathered regularly after the sun set. At its center stood the nightclub on Broadway and 8th Avenue where Minnelli held court, often clad in Halston. “People think it was just a wild party,” Minnelli says today. “Yes, there was plenty of that. But what they sometimes forget is how creative that time was. Artists, designers, musicians, actors —everyone was mixing together. You might walk in and see Bianca Jagger, Halston, Elizabeth Taylor, Andy Warhol, and Frank Sinatra all in the same room. It felt like a collision of different worlds. It was chaotic, yes. But it was also incredibly alive.” But as the club “burned baby burned,” something insidious was creeping further into Minnelli’s life: “Alcohol, benzodiazepines, barbiturates, amphetamines, and cocaine,” she writes. “Overnight, it seemed, I’d gone from being an original ‘nepo baby’ to Sally Bowles—a hot mess of ambition, lovable quirks, crazy sex, and selfish manipulation,” she writes. “I had ‘trouble’ stamped all over me, …