The entertainment journalist in me reads Kate Remembered with equal parts awe and envy; it's a quick and warm read, but also the very kind of book every movie critic wishes he or she could take part in just once in a career. To be given access to an icon who was so much bigger than the big screen is so rare, especially in this age of publicity Nazis and cover-story handlers who treat even tarnished nobodies like burnished somebodies. Interviews with the modern-day movie star, each as disposable as a baby's used diaper, are essentially worthless--a repetitive drone that sellsellsells product but gives no insight into the person. Berg, who worked hard to land his reclusive prey then treated her with respect and affection, was also blessed to fall in love with the only actress "who got through the minefield," in the words of silent-movie star Blanche Sweet, and wanted to talk about what that survival meant. In 50 years' time, will we have an actress whose memories will be so rich or rewarding, or will we make do with Kate Beckinsale's memoirs? Read up; time is doing none of us any favors.