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My Wicked, Wicked Ways based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
I read this book for the first time when I was in high school, in the early '80s. I couldn't put it down. And now, many years later, I still re-read it from time to time. His life was extremely fascinating (long before he hit Hollywood) and the humor with which he tells his story is worth the read. It's funny, heartwarming, sad and, ultimately, just a great book about a very interesting man.
One of 20th century's earliest Hollywood actors Errol Flynn saw fame come and go, his wealth build and diminish, slipping through his fingers more easily than it took to accumulate it. He describes experiencing amazing highs and devastating lows in his autobiography My Wicked, Wicked Ways released in 1959, the year of his untimely death. For a man whose travels took him all around the world, his memoirs focus on one recurring struggle that plagues him until his death. From the start, he proclaims himself to be a bum, unmotivated to be a breadwinner and hold down a job, unwilling to chain himself to a wife, kids, steady work, and commitments. To live day by day, traveling wherever the breeze takes him with no concept or care for the future that was Flynn, or so he imagined himself to be. Then he reveals another gnawing need inside him. The man beneath the facade that wants to settle down with the woman he loves. In his time, Flynn confesses to have loved many women in the carnal sense sometimes while he is married; yet, his on-screen characters were always monogamous. He describes himself as being agnostic; yet, he brings home a desecrated statue of the Madonna and child from war-torn Spain in 1937. According to his memoirs, Flynn never discarded the damaged relic. For an unreligious man, he valued a symbol of Christianity all of his life. A continuous vision of contradictions which he admits to unabashedly, he tells of his complex nature, shares his fickleness for women and his insatiable appetite to sail the seven seas indefinitely. His monologues and periods of self-reflection exhibit an authentic voice that is unscripted, coming from a place where honesty prevails. It's these moments of bare candidness that displays his inner roiling emotions, making Flynn an endearing figure. His despair resonates with the audience, containing more potency than his experiences of sheer bliss. Some of which the reader is inclined to believe stems from his ego moreso than a place of genuineness. His is an ego that boasts and brags about his conquests frequently. My Wicked, Wicked Ways is more than just Flynn's memoirs. The stories represent human struggles and the contradictions that exist in people's nature. His words reflect the times that shaped his character, the environment that gave him his rise to international stardom while taking away his fame, his reputation as a purveyor of justice, and his wealth in the end.