Rain Pryor pulls no punches in her memoir about life as the ''Black Jewish American Princess'' offspring of the late comedian Richard Pryor. Using the same profanity-laced wit her father perfected, she unspools darkly comic stories about a childhood filled with the elder Pryor's prostitutes, drug use, and physical abuse, but never devolves into self-pity or bitterness: ''I wondered why I wasn't angrier with him. But I never felt anger. The motherf---er had a hold on me, and I couldn't help but love him.'' By the end, though, Richard Pryor remains as much a mystery to readers as he does to his daughter.