That’s quite an achievement when you consider the Bizarro Land labyrinth of Ms. Fisher’s very public existence: a childhood disrupted when Dad left Mom for Elizabeth Taylor; a Broadway debut at 15 in the chorus of Mom’s musical “Irene”; the mind-bending fame that came with “Star Wars”; a bumpy marriage to the singer Paul Simon; a reputation as a party girl who could match John Belushi in hedonistic excess; another marriage to a Hollywood agent who left her for another man; and, in 2005, the experience of waking up to find a close friend, a 42-year-old Republican operative named R. Gregory Stevens, dead in her bed beside her.
Cringe-worthy truth about being a onetime A-list Hollywood star: “What would I be if I weren’t princess Leia? A great big nothing without one piece of fan mail to call my own.” Later in life, when a family brings its daughter to meet Fisher, the child wails: “No! . . . I want the other Leia, not the old one.”