by Beverly Sills and Lawrence
Linderman; Bantam; 356 pages; $19.95
Her backstage friends call her Bubbles, and by now everyone knows why. The effervescent soprano made her arias appear effortless; the years of striving before she became an overnight star at 37, the tribulations and ironies of raising a deaf daughter, the difficulties of administering the New York City Opera were kept in the wings. All the public saw was a golden diva with a smile they could pour on a waffle. But Beverly Sills is 57, as she is the first to admit, and in her twinkling autobiography she...