I wouldn't give this one five stars, because it was pretty "badly written," but we live in an age of contingency and I don't really care about what's good or bad in that sense. Obviously the autobiography of Scotty Bowers, or any 88 year old, is going to be uphill sledding, but I come away from it liking the man and envying him his exciting life at the top of the heap, procuring for and tricking the stars (nd not only the stars but people like J Edgar Hoover and the Windsors).
Once or twice I started to doubt the accuracy of his memories. Not the Spencer Tracy story, the one has so many of my fellow reviewers hollering, but just little things. For example, Scotty attests that he procured young girls for Katharine Hepburn, the Duchess of Windsor, and Phyllis Gates, once the wife of Rock Hudson. Is it a coincidence that, as he remembers them, all three preferred "slim, small, dark-haired trim-figured girls?" Or was it just that he couldn't remember and dragged out the same tag any time his "as told to" guy asked him for a preference. On the other hand, I was impressed that the first star we hear of him having sex with was not someone super famous or legendary like James Dean, but instead the sort of forgotten Walter Pidgeon. Come on, if you were asking the whole thing up, wouldn't you start chapter one with somebody people remember, instead of gentlemanly, intellectual-ish, "Pidge"? It had the ring of truth to me, just because Pidgeon's fame is so nondescript.
I was also impressed that unlike every other star autobiography, Scotty didn't claim to have had sex with Marilyn Monroe. I have new respect for Desi Arnaz as well, a man so generous that he gave his girls $200 or $300 a throw when the standard price was twenty bucks. Sad, sad, sad, was the story of Scotty and Betty's precious daughter Donna. I just didn't see it coming! I had no idea how bad Katharine Hepburn's complexion was; at any rate Bowers describes it here as a cross between old burlap and brand new steel wool. She always looks so good in the movies! Oh, and I wish I was a fly on the wall of the closet into which Scotty sneaked in order to watch Bob Hope have sex with the super glamorous starlet slash tart Barbara Payton! I never thought of Bob Hope as sexy before, but Scotty saw the man in action and it wasn't just a ski nose on Hope! I don't suppose he ever got any sleep, but Scotty Bowers remembers a lot of risque 30s slang, some of which was totally new to me, the acronyms "BLC" and "PTM," and also his peculiar use of the verb "to trick." My own sex life hsn't been as long as Scotty's, but I never heard of "trick" as a transitive verb, "We both tricked Spencer Tracy," rather than as I would say, "We both tricked with" well, name your own more modernday closeted star.