Known to millions as the preeminent swashbuckler of the silver screen, Errol Flynn was a complex man who lived a life far more adventurous than any of his films. In My Wicked, Wicked Ways, Flynn reveals himself to be a self-aware and cosmopolitan devotee of excitement and pleasure. With gusto, he recalls his years as a soldier of fortune in the South Seas, his trip to war-
Known to millions as the preeminent swashbuckler of the silver screen, Errol Flynn was a complex man who lived a life far more adventurous than any of his films. In My Wicked, Wicked Ways, Flynn reveals himself to be a self-aware and cosmopolitan devotee of excitement and pleasure. With gusto, he recalls his years as a soldier of fortune in the South Seas, his trip to war-torn Spain, his battles in Hollywood with studio honchos (Jack Warner was a particular nemesis) and ex-wives (esp. Lili Damita), and the furor surrounding his trial for rape in 1943. Freely mixing verbal abuse and tall tales with candid confessions, Flynn's autobiography makes for one hell of a read.
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Paperback
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456 pages
Published
November 4th 2002
by Cooper Square Press
(first published 1959)
I've never read anyone wallow so gloriously in their own evil--and evil is the only word for it. The womanizing was apparently the least wicked thing he did. He was a slave trader in New Guinea, for God sakes!
So, I obviously didn't come away liking him as a person. But as a writer he was remarkably good, in a glib, raconteurish type of way. It reminded me of Humbert Humbert, the unctuous, self-justifying narrator of Lolita. He is describing his own evil acts, but doing it in such a way that yo
I've never read anyone wallow so gloriously in their own evil--and evil is the only word for it. The womanizing was apparently the least wicked thing he did. He was a slave trader in New Guinea, for God sakes!
So, I obviously didn't come away liking him as a person. But as a writer he was remarkably good, in a glib, raconteurish type of way. It reminded me of Humbert Humbert, the unctuous, self-justifying narrator of Lolita. He is describing his own evil acts, but doing it in such a way that you begin to feel sympathy for him. As if no one that witty and sophisticated and self-pitying could possibly be a child molester.
In the end, what more can you say about a man who met his second wife at his first rape trial?
Update:
The day before yesterday TCM showed Errol Flynn movies all day long, as well as a documentary about him. Watching some of his movies again, I've changed my mind about him as an actor. He could give a good performance when he believed in the movie (e.g., Objective, Burma!) The problem was he didn't like doing the kind of films they cast him, and it wasn't until late in his career when he could no long swash a buckle, that he got the roles he wanted.
Also, the documentary made clear that his autobiography was mostly just good literature (i.e., total bullshit, well told.) Ironically, the fact that he's a liar makes him not as bad a person as I thought.
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It was kind of a relief to finish this book. Reading it was kind of like having an extended visit from a drunken uncle who has great stories, zero self-awareness, some uncomfortable opinions, and ventures into TMI especially when talking about boobs. Uncle Errol never learns from his mistakes. He pinches your cheeks and causes a lot of awkward moments. He's sipping vodka and fondly believes you think it's water. After several shots from his "water bottle," he starts philosophizing like a drunk c
It was kind of a relief to finish this book. Reading it was kind of like having an extended visit from a drunken uncle who has great stories, zero self-awareness, some uncomfortable opinions, and ventures into TMI especially when talking about boobs. Uncle Errol never learns from his mistakes. He pinches your cheeks and causes a lot of awkward moments. He's sipping vodka and fondly believes you think it's water. After several shots from his "water bottle," he starts philosophizing like a drunk college senior. You're never sure whether to believe his stories about the crocodiles and swindling natives in Papua New Guinea.
Uncle Errol's never boring, but you do wind up feeling pretty sorry for him (and any woman who had to deal with him on a regular basis, except maybe Lili Damita, who honestly does sound pretty terrible).
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Apparently he wanted to title it "In Like Me." In my quest for the sleaziest Hollywood memoir (Scotty Bowers's "Full Service" and Lever's "Me Cheeta" are top of the list so far), I found Errol Flynn's autobiography to be valuable in many more ways than this. Written at the age of 50 when he was washed up, drinking himself to death, living mostly on his Jamaican estate but also enjoying a second wind of film success playing layabouts and has-beens rather than swashbuckling heroes, My Wicked Wicke
Apparently he wanted to title it "In Like Me." In my quest for the sleaziest Hollywood memoir (Scotty Bowers's "Full Service" and Lever's "Me Cheeta" are top of the list so far), I found Errol Flynn's autobiography to be valuable in many more ways than this. Written at the age of 50 when he was washed up, drinking himself to death, living mostly on his Jamaican estate but also enjoying a second wind of film success playing layabouts and has-beens rather than swashbuckling heroes, My Wicked Wicked Ways was published after Flynn's death shortly after. He led an amazing life: born in Tasmania, son of a famed naturalist who was the first person to bring platypuses to England for study, descendant on his mother's side from Bounty mutineers (with the sword arm to prove it), he ran tobacco plantations and engaged in shady dealings and battles with crocodiles and cannibals in New Guinea for four years--he was surreptitiously filmed dueling with a croc by some Hollywood location scouts and they hired him--as well as serving in both the Sino-Japanese War and the Spanish Civil War, traveling around the world, having an out-of-body experience in an opium den in Macau, having his stomach slit wide open by a rickshaw driver in Ceylon and surviving, befriending everyone from King Farouk to U.S. presidents, being turned on to marijuana by Diego Rivera, getting to know Fidel Castro personally in Cuba, screwing probably literally thousands of women etc. In fact, the book is so jam-packed that the Castro stuff only gets referred to, not told. Flynn also reveals himself as a confused, vulnerable, often self-loathing soul whose biggest regret was not having become a writer of a very intellectual stripe, which had been his first dream. He portrays the statutory-rape charges brought against him as politically motivated (something about being made an example of by a D.A. who had not received his kickbacks from the studios), and indeed they possibly were. In any event, he was humiliated, impoverished, and raked over the coals by self-proclaimed defenders of morals for something that wouldn't be a crime in most countries: a man in his early 30s having a consensual one-night stand with a 17-year-old hardly makes him a Polanski or an Arbuckle.
Flynn seems so self-aware, self-deprecating, and self-reflective that it's almost amazing he was actually an actor. Indeed, it is very tough not to like this fellow. It would have been fun to know him.
Turns out there's a huge literature ABOUT Flynn above and beyond this, including accusations that he was a Nazi, which does not really square with taking his life into his hands by fighting Franco's forces in Spain and sneaking into Cuba to meet Castro. There seems to be quite a cult of him. I'd appreciate any references to the best stuff written about him after his death. Not interested in the biopics, though.
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What can one say about Errol Flynn after reading this book? He certainly led an incredible life and definitely the title of "my wicked wicked ways" fits perfectly. How much is actually true without embellishment I'm unsure of and therefore take it all with a grain of salt. Authenticity aside, he is a surprisingly good writer. He is blunt and open about his life and things he's done. One gets the impression that he spent his life searching for something that would have given him true happiness an
What can one say about Errol Flynn after reading this book? He certainly led an incredible life and definitely the title of "my wicked wicked ways" fits perfectly. How much is actually true without embellishment I'm unsure of and therefore take it all with a grain of salt. Authenticity aside, he is a surprisingly good writer. He is blunt and open about his life and things he's done. One gets the impression that he spent his life searching for something that would have given him true happiness and that he might not have known what to do with it had he found it. Towards the end of the book he describes himself as such
" I want faith and I am faithless.
I love myself and hate myself
I want to be loved but I may myself be incapable of really loving."
His autobiography may not endear him to some people but I found it a fascinating story of a man who was always searching for the answers and never quite seemed to find them. He seems to me to be an authentic and completely, naturally, imperfect human.
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While he's not my favorite actor, I've always enjoyed Errol Flynn's films; they're just a lot of fun. However, his personal life and ideals are absolutely horrendous, especially towards women. He admits in this book that he believes they're "stupid" and "fatuous", and meanwhile he's writing in heavy detail about the breasts of every woman he meets and also speaking freely of his various instances of statutory rape (in one case, he was 50, she was 17). Furthermore, Flynn owned slaves and particip
While he's not my favorite actor, I've always enjoyed Errol Flynn's films; they're just a lot of fun. However, his personal life and ideals are absolutely horrendous, especially towards women. He admits in this book that he believes they're "stupid" and "fatuous", and meanwhile he's writing in heavy detail about the breasts of every woman he meets and also speaking freely of his various instances of statutory rape (in one case, he was 50, she was 17). Furthermore, Flynn owned slaves and participated in several cases of animal cruelty, i.e. cock fighting. I think this is one instance when it's best not to know about a person. I'll never be able to feel the same ways I did about the actor, just from reading roughly half the book, and I'm definitely feeling rather conflicted about my enjoyment of Flynn's films now...
There was nobody like Errol Flynn. He was one-of-a-kind, a grown-up kid who, constantly looking for adventure, sailed through life on his good looks and innate charm.
He was really a "flake". He avoided responsibility, usually letting his "little head" dictate to the one on top of his neck.
No woman could hold him for very long.
You'd be a fool to loan Errol money, as his creditors back in his native Tasmania would be quick to tell you. He spent that green stuff like there was no tomorrow.
But, tomo
There was nobody like Errol Flynn. He was one-of-a-kind, a grown-up kid who, constantly looking for adventure, sailed through life on his good looks and innate charm.
He was really a "flake". He avoided responsibility, usually letting his "little head" dictate to the one on top of his neck.
No woman could hold him for very long.
You'd be a fool to loan Errol money, as his creditors back in his native Tasmania would be quick to tell you. He spent that green stuff like there was no tomorrow.
But, tomorrow did come and his last days were plagued with health and financial problems. He died at age 50.
What remains for us to savor is his dashing, heroic on-screen image that will be forever young.
I understand that this autobiography was ghost written, but Flynn certainly had a strong hand in writing it. The book has his wry, witty "voice" and is a very entertaining read.
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This book sticks with you in ways that will benefit and bring you down. The words make sense, and at the same time are self destructive. By the last page you'll feel like you're losing your best friend. Your soul will be compromised. Your mind will long for more.
Flynn will be in, and the "in" will send careless whispers through your mundane days.
The ups and downs will tickle your spirit.
You'll feel like a man -- woman -- a free spirit. You'll fist fight the fool. You'll charm the virginal to the
This book sticks with you in ways that will benefit and bring you down. The words make sense, and at the same time are self destructive. By the last page you'll feel like you're losing your best friend. Your soul will be compromised. Your mind will long for more.
Flynn will be in, and the "in" will send careless whispers through your mundane days.
The ups and downs will tickle your spirit.
You'll feel like a man -- woman -- a free spirit. You'll fist fight the fool. You'll charm the virginal to the point of orgasim
You'll overtake Hollywood, legal jurisprudence, and the prude alike. All the while you'll grasp this book in your hands longing for an orange filled with Vodka . You'll meet art. You'll meet literature. You'll meet debauchery, lechery, petty theft, victory and defeat.
Already you're in in -- now you can be in like Flynn.
Errol Flynn describes himself as a "tormented" man. My impression from his book is, that he was not an altogether happy man. He wanted to be taken seriously and he didn't feel that people took him seriously. He had aspirations as a writer and despite getting published, he felt he failed in this too. He was a man who, perhaps surprisingly, thought deeply and felt much, but did not always choose a wise course in life. "I am a contradiction inside a contradiction", he wrote and I think that might h
Errol Flynn describes himself as a "tormented" man. My impression from his book is, that he was not an altogether happy man. He wanted to be taken seriously and he didn't feel that people took him seriously. He had aspirations as a writer and despite getting published, he felt he failed in this too. He was a man who, perhaps surprisingly, thought deeply and felt much, but did not always choose a wise course in life. "I am a contradiction inside a contradiction", he wrote and I think that might have been very true.
His autobiography reads like an adventure novel, said one commenter. I agree with this statement. From his ventures in New Guinea to his passing away (in Canada, I believe) he was a man of action, always looking out for new adventures, ideas, women and riches. He did achieve this, but as I mentioned before, he was not quite satisfied. On the contrary, he felt that his motion picture career had hindered his becoming what he had really wanted to become and be perceived as whom he really was.
I cannot say, after reading this, that I envy the destiny of the man who wrote it. But he certainly had varying experiences and tried to live life as fully as he could.
The book in itself is roller-coaster ride with hardly a dull moment. If you're into classic Hollywood stars and adventure stories, I can heartily recommend it!
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Clay-footed Errol Flynn set me to thinking with his autobiography. Perhaps what struck me the most was the extreme contrast between the first half of his life, living in unpretentious, free-spirited, straightforward, poverty stricken, primitive, basic-human-level, wild west culture with Tasmania, Australia and New Guinea....And then fairly quickly being whisked to the most pretentious place on earth, Hollywood, with endless riches, glitz and glamour, inescapable contracts and obligations, contri
Clay-footed Errol Flynn set me to thinking with his autobiography. Perhaps what struck me the most was the extreme contrast between the first half of his life, living in unpretentious, free-spirited, straightforward, poverty stricken, primitive, basic-human-level, wild west culture with Tasmania, Australia and New Guinea....And then fairly quickly being whisked to the most pretentious place on earth, Hollywood, with endless riches, glitz and glamour, inescapable contracts and obligations, contrived images, acceptable lies and liars, the value of money over authentic experience and art. It seemed that once Errol Flynn either figured out what was happening to him and/or got bored with the whole Hollywood experience, a fist fight then ensued within to reclaim his roots and his guiltless free spirit. I found it interesting that he was not really a drinker to much extent until he reached Hollywood. I think he could have walked away from fame and money fairly easily had it not been for obligations to the children he had by that time and the need to pay for the adventures he craved and seemed to need to doctor himself. Though he didn't claim to be a good father, I think he was the type of man who couldn't abandon them financially, thus strapping him to the Hollywood scene for the rest of his life.
In terms of evaluating his life, I recall a claim from him that "human nature" may not be the same all over the world as we like to think. In the world of his youth, men took young girls for wives or companions as common practice, they lived by their wits or the seat of their pants to survive what may be around the next corner. I would think head hunters and cannibals can take you to new heights of fear and clever tricks for survival. The lack of money and hunger (which was very real to him at times) and few boundaries handed down from his parents may have led to his crime sprees. The use of fists or other minor "crimes" was an acceptable medium for settling disputes. One indicator of that was a New Guinea conviction for him that called for jail time or a fine. Very civilized it would seem. He had no money so he took jail time....but the problem was, there was no jail. Things were different in New Guinea. Not to mention the desperation that might swell up in a young man from a "civilized" family who was essentially abandoned by his parents at age 15 and began to make his way alone by age 17. Cruelty doesn't always look like a head hunter. Experiences like these shape a young man deeply and forever.
What I liked about Errol Flynn most was his brutal honesty about himself and how he saw his world. In a particular passage he talks extensively about his many contradictions. By that time in the book, it was easy to see those in him. But I also saw so many of those contradictions in myself. So was Flynn really all that different from the rest of us with his inward struggles or was he just more honest about them? For his own reasons, I suppose, it seemed that he focused heavily on his "wicked, wicked ways", and seemed to allow those to overshadow his intellect and child-like curiosity, friendship, generosity and goodness to others, his peculiar brand of naiveté, his extraordinary talent and professional achievements. I thought the most "wicked" part of him was his sense of humor! Though far from perfect, I think he was a much better man than he gave himself credit for. I winced often but by the time I got to the end of his story, I was in his corner.
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Flynn, Errol. MY WICKED, WICKED WAYS: The Autobiography of Errol Flynn. (1959). ****. I’m not sure what drove Flynn to write this autobiography. It was either to provide the truth of his background and subsequent life, or to add further to his boxoffice image and build upon the popular press surrounding him. The book reads much like “The History of Tom Jones.” We learn that Flynn was not Irish; he was born in Tasmania. He attended several schools there and in Australia, mostly because his father
Flynn, Errol. MY WICKED, WICKED WAYS: The Autobiography of Errol Flynn. (1959). ****. I’m not sure what drove Flynn to write this autobiography. It was either to provide the truth of his background and subsequent life, or to add further to his boxoffice image and build upon the popular press surrounding him. The book reads much like “The History of Tom Jones.” We learn that Flynn was not Irish; he was born in Tasmania. He attended several schools there and in Australia, mostly because his father, a famous marine biology professor had lots of pull. Errol didn’t do well in school, and was finally expelled from the last one he was able to get into. At the age of seventeen, he heard of the discovery of gold in New Guinea, and hied off to get in on the action. He never did get to dig for any of the gold, but managed to participate in a number of different endeavors that helped provide him with, barely, a living. Along the way, he met a succession of characters that soon became his best friends. He and another friend decided to volunteer for the Chinese army during the Sino-Japanese war. They both quickly bored of the whole thing, since they were given menial duties that didn’t match their need for heroics. They abandoned the army and sneaked off on a freighter that was headed for India. We learn of their adventures there. We also learn of Flynn’s penchant for good looking women, many of whom he managed to meet and seduce in every country he visited. Leaving India, Flynn ended up in England, where he broke into an acting career, mostly on the stages of Stratford-on-Avon. Through a chance meeting with an agent from Hollywood, he got an invitation to move to California and get a part in a film. While in Hollywood, he took advantage of his surroundings and managed to meet and, mostly, make friends with many of the better actors and actresses at the time. He also took lots of R & R. On one trip to Mexico, he met Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo at their home outside of Mexico City. Although their first meeting was hostile, they soon became good friends. He then married his first wife, Lili Damita, and soon recognized that he had made a mistake. Flynn was always better at short-term relationships than he was at marriages. He soon learned that divorce was a costly item, and continually complained about how much he was paying Lili over the years in alimony and child support. Money is a recurrent theme in Flynn’s tale. Although he made fabulous amounts of money during his career, he managed to blow it just as quickly, and ended up owning the government almost $1 million in back taxes. This doesn’t sound like a lot of money today, but back then, Flynn averaged $250,000 per year. What he devotes a full chapter to are the rape trials he had to go through. Both involved charges of statutory rape. Of course Flynn pled not guilty, but it took a long time for the courts to rule in his favor. Add the expenses of the trial and the lawyers to his already taut budget, and you begin tounderstand his monetary concerns. He takes us through his third marriage and ends his tale with a series of lessons he has learned about life. This is the only disappointing part of this chronicle. Otherwise, it’s a true adventure story of a man who tried to live life to its fullest, and who ultimately had to pay for all of it. Recommended.
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With all the commotion about stars and starlets in the popular press today- it was refreshing to read about a real character. Although I have heard the wickedness admitted to in Errol's biography maybe exaggerated, by all measures it is more exciting that anything any actor or actress today could dream up. I thought the best part of this book was the first half- which covers Flynn's life up to his rise to popularity. After that- it becomes a sort of boo-hoo story of depression and desperation in
With all the commotion about stars and starlets in the popular press today- it was refreshing to read about a real character. Although I have heard the wickedness admitted to in Errol's biography maybe exaggerated, by all measures it is more exciting that anything any actor or actress today could dream up. I thought the best part of this book was the first half- which covers Flynn's life up to his rise to popularity. After that- it becomes a sort of boo-hoo story of depression and desperation in the midst of amazing wealth, prosperity, fame, and sex- which really just pisses me off. On the other hand, the first half is a great collection of stories about a young man- a boy really- who can't sit still and openly seeks adventure. Since in those days we didn't medicate children with this kind of ambition, Errol was free to take off and seek this kind of life in New Guinea. Here is was a health official, a gold prospector, and captain of a ship, slave trader, hunter, guide, and overseer of a coconut farm. He fought briefly as a volunteer in the Chinese army against the invading Japanese. He stood trial for murder, and was shot and stabbed. He was seduced by older women, and stole their jewelry before leaving in the night. He worked at a sheep ranch, tearing off testicles in an assembly line with his teeth. He fought cannibals in the jungle. This truly was a wicked life, but somehow- one comes away with a great appreciation for Errol's ability and drive to "live life". While no one would nominate Errol for sainthood, his autobiography is a reminder of how much the world has changed this century, and if you anything like me- you might feel a little left out.
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Whether chocked full of unfounded whimsy or genuine exploratory adventure (likely both), this book is entertaining from front to back. It reveals the complexities of a man many credit only as a sharp tongued, sword wielding, sex symbol. A man aware of his own contradictions, often accepting of such and just as often bewildered by the direction these contradictions took him through his experience called life. These experiences were varied, whether they be through seemingly (and at times humorousl
Whether chocked full of unfounded whimsy or genuine exploratory adventure (likely both), this book is entertaining from front to back. It reveals the complexities of a man many credit only as a sharp tongued, sword wielding, sex symbol. A man aware of his own contradictions, often accepting of such and just as often bewildered by the direction these contradictions took him through his experience called life. These experiences were varied, whether they be through seemingly (and at times humorously) directionless wandering about the furthest reaches of the earth or the surprisingly deep thoughts of a man of years, searching for meaning, depicting reality in an environment that regularly feels too extraordinary for such distinction.
I give it a solid 4, but would bump it to 4.5 if possible. As far as I can tell, it would have appeal to nearly anyone and everyone, regardless of their prior knowledge of Mr. Flynn.
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This book was amazing. Errol Flynn is the original "Most Interesting Man in the World". From his childhood in Australia, Tazmania, and teens in New Guinea, he astonishes you with all he has gone through to survive. He owned a plantation, rigged cock fights, stole and killed all before the age of 25.
His writing is simple where he does not bog you down with historical landscapes. He just tells you what he did, where he did it and who was involved.
Once he gets to Hollywood he doesn't pull any punc
This book was amazing. Errol Flynn is the original "Most Interesting Man in the World". From his childhood in Australia, Tazmania, and teens in New Guinea, he astonishes you with all he has gone through to survive. He owned a plantation, rigged cock fights, stole and killed all before the age of 25.
His writing is simple where he does not bog you down with historical landscapes. He just tells you what he did, where he did it and who was involved.
Once he gets to Hollywood he doesn't pull any punches and tells it how it really was. Other Hollywood stars go on and on about their filmography and what the director/producer/head of the studio thought about each of their films. But here he gives you all the good stuff you really want to read about. You find yourself laughing at his pranks and saying WTH in his relationships with women.
One of the best autobiographies I've read.
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absolute and unfettered entertainment from start to finish. i cannot recommend this book highly enough. i now have to read the motley crew autobiography to see if it can possibly compare. like a real showman, errol flynn gives you everything you want and none of what you don't. the outrageous-anecdote-to-page ratio runs about 1:1 all the way through. among some that will stick in my head- the final gag with john barrymore, the private steamboat cruise up the mississippi, the spanish teeth that n
absolute and unfettered entertainment from start to finish. i cannot recommend this book highly enough. i now have to read the motley crew autobiography to see if it can possibly compare. like a real showman, errol flynn gives you everything you want and none of what you don't. the outrageous-anecdote-to-page ratio runs about 1:1 all the way through. among some that will stick in my head- the final gag with john barrymore, the private steamboat cruise up the mississippi, the spanish teeth that nearly cost flynn his arm, the female slave(s) in new guinea, the ammonia up the crocodile's ass trick, and of course errol's brief dabbling into sheep castration (about that last one, i'll just say that before he became famous for sweet-talking women into bed with him, he employed his mouth in other endeavors)
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An interesting book, Errol did get up to so much trouble, and played hard, drank hard, partied hard, and sad to see his career go down hill so quickly.
Hilarious and beautifully un-PC. This book would be shocking even if it came out today, so I can't imagine the reactions it provoked when it was published!
Beyond the fun stories and silly adventures of Errol fixing a cockfighting circuit in the Philippines, throwing strangers off his boat, and picking fights with the biggest baddest kids in school is a lonely drunk trying to find purpose. It was supposed to be his acting career, but you can only make some many mediocre movies before you lose yourself. His detail of Hollywood is as accurate as it gets, and if not more then himself, the most vile and wicked thing he encountered. As a Californian I u
Beyond the fun stories and silly adventures of Errol fixing a cockfighting circuit in the Philippines, throwing strangers off his boat, and picking fights with the biggest baddest kids in school is a lonely drunk trying to find purpose. It was supposed to be his acting career, but you can only make some many mediocre movies before you lose yourself. His detail of Hollywood is as accurate as it gets, and if not more then himself, the most vile and wicked thing he encountered. As a Californian I understand his love for the ocean, it's a wild and tameless spirit much like himself.
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Errol Flynn is one of the more colorful performers of his time in Hollywood. He burst onto the screen fully formed; in his debut movie,
Captain Blood
, he displays all of the confidence and dash that he'd show in his later films. Other than seeing his films, I knew very little about him. Is an autobiography the best way to learn about someone? Sometimes. But maybe not in this case.
Flynn (and/or his ghostwriter) certainly is a good storyteller. (I especially liked his story about how hard Bette Da
Errol Flynn is one of the more colorful performers of his time in Hollywood. He burst onto the screen fully formed; in his debut movie,
Captain Blood
, he displays all of the confidence and dash that he'd show in his later films. Other than seeing his films, I knew very little about him. Is an autobiography the best way to learn about someone? Sometimes. But maybe not in this case.
Flynn (and/or his ghostwriter) certainly is a good storyteller. (I especially liked his story about how hard Bette Davis was slapping him during the filming of a scene for
The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex
.) I'm sure that many of Flynn's stories are exaggerated or just plain false, but with a book like this, it's best not to worry about such things and just enjoy the ride. (One example: Flynn tells us that socialite Amelia Holiphant was the first true love of his life. I Googled her to see if I could learn a bit more about her, and it seems that she didn't actually exist. Some wishful 'shippers have speculated online that Amelia is a pseudonym for Olivia de Havilland, but we'll never know for sure, unless Olivia decides to say something!)
Errol Flynn strikes me as someone who, throughout his life, made the opposite decision from what I would have decided in similar situations. Of course, he's put himself into many situations that I've rarely come close to. He even claims to have purchased a teenage sex slave against her wishes and "recruited" slaves to work in the mines in New Guinea in the 1930's. I sincerely hope it isn't true. Of all the wicked things he confessed to, this is clearly the worst.
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The autobiography of Errol Flynn (1909-1959) is an extraordinary story of an iconic actor who starred in a string of swashbuckling movies in the 1930's and 1940's, including "Captain Blood", "The Charge of the Light Brigade", "The Sea Hawk", and "The Adventures of Robin Hood". A brawler, drinker, drug addict, and womanizer, he became a caricature of himself and, despite wealth, fame, multiple marriages and affairs, was a deeply unhappy man.
This is a warts-and-all book. There have been recent acc
The autobiography of Errol Flynn (1909-1959) is an extraordinary story of an iconic actor who starred in a string of swashbuckling movies in the 1930's and 1940's, including "Captain Blood", "The Charge of the Light Brigade", "The Sea Hawk", and "The Adventures of Robin Hood". A brawler, drinker, drug addict, and womanizer, he became a caricature of himself and, despite wealth, fame, multiple marriages and affairs, was a deeply unhappy man.
This is a warts-and-all book. There have been recent accusations that he was a bisexual and a Nazi spy. Considering what he was willing to admit or bragged about, it seems unlikely that either is true. He grew up in Tasmania with a scientist father (who brought the first live platypus to London) and a mother that Flynn battled with for most of his life. He said he never loved her but he respected her. Considering that she beat regularly, once locked him in a storeroom for two days, and, when asked about her son when he brought them to the US, referred to him as 'a nasty little boy,' it's not hard to see where the actor's problems with women and authority figures came from.
Flynn's life after he ran away from home at 17 was as extraordinary if less savory than any of his movies. Sometimes living on the streets, he made his way to New Guinea where, in quick succession, he led a group of native policemen as part of a punitive expedition against natives who had murdered white gold miners, became a copra planter, played Fletcher Christian in a movie about the mutiny on the Bounty, became a tobacco planter, gold miner, slave trader, and sea captain.
Bumming his way across Asia in the company of a Dutch doctor, they lived cheap and made money by theft and cheating at gambling. Flynn went to England and worked in an acting company, made a couple of small movies, then was discovered by Hollywood, where he was an overnight success as "Captain Blood." He was 26.
He married the shallow, violent Lila Damita when she threatened suicide in 1935, and fled to Spain as a war correspondent with his Dutch doctor friend with the hope that he'd be killed. He returned to Hollywood and more movies, women, and drinking. His contract kept him swinging swords and riding horses in roles he despised. A bitter divorce cost him enormous sums and a crooked business manager cost him more.
As his harsh life took a toll on his looks, he started getting character roles that he actually liked, including playing his late friend and drinking companion, John Barrymore. He finished the book and died before it was published.
There is more in the book: his love of boats and the sea, his women (he admitted he didn't like women), his trial for statutory rape, fights, practical jokes, suicidal impulses, travel, and a love of learning. There is a lot distasteful about Errol Flynn: his predatory attitude toward women, his drinking and drug use, theft. He was also capable, charming, curious and yearned for something more out of life than being a parody of lust and swashbuckling. I could argue in the nature-vs.-nurture discussion that he was created or warped by some very unhealthy relationships, particularly with his mother, and difficult circumstances. If his life had been less bizarre, he could have been a great man. As to his stated wish not to lead a mediocre life, in that he succeeded.
Errol Flynn was a movie star for about 20 years from the 1930s to the 1950s, as well-renowned for his filmed exploits as his off-screen derring-do. Here he tells his life story, from his humble beginnings as the son of a marine biologist in Tasmania, and the long road to fame through Oceania, Asia, Africa, Europe, and finally to America and Hollywood. When Warner Brothers took a risk on an unknown actor starring in their exciting pirate movie
Captain Blood
, Flynn was catapulted into the Hollywoo
Errol Flynn was a movie star for about 20 years from the 1930s to the 1950s, as well-renowned for his filmed exploits as his off-screen derring-do. Here he tells his life story, from his humble beginnings as the son of a marine biologist in Tasmania, and the long road to fame through Oceania, Asia, Africa, Europe, and finally to America and Hollywood. When Warner Brothers took a risk on an unknown actor starring in their exciting pirate movie
Captain Blood
, Flynn was catapulted into the Hollywood stratosphere. His was a fascinating life, full of real adventures with a cavalcade of strange men and women he met everywhere he went. If the book is not ghost-written, he shows real writing talent, with excellent recall, erudite description, and a clearly unique voice full of energy and enthusiasm combined with a kind of schoolboy naivety that becomes philosophical as he matures into middle age. Any autobiography strategically omits bits and pieces but he is surprisingly frank and open about himself, and leaves in plenty that is unflattering to his overall portrait. Completed just before his death in 1959, the book paints a fascinating picture of a very interesting real-life character. It was a great late-summer read!
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So, lets start off by saying that Errol Flynn was a slave-trader who purchased young girls from their families to do his sexual bidding - as well as to bathe him, led numerous people to their deaths, utterly neglected his children, and remorselessly cheated on his wives. His narcissism knows no limits.
For these and other reasons, his autobiography is un-put-down-able. It helps that his ghost writer was terrific. One gets the impression that the book really nails Flynn 's voice.
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So, lets start off by saying that Errol Flynn was a slave-trader who purchased young girls from their families to do his sexual bidding - as well as to bathe him, led numerous people to their deaths, utterly neglected his children, and remorselessly cheated on his wives. His narcissism knows no limits.
For these and other reasons, his autobiography is un-put-down-able. It helps that his ghost writer was terrific. One gets the impression that the book really nails Flynn 's voice.
My Wicked, Wicked Ways tells the story of a semi-tortured soul who seems oblivious to the fact that at his core, he lacks empathy, probably a result of his thorny, touch-and-go upbringing. He revered his often-absent father and despised his mercurial mother who, it is hinted, behaved flirtatiously with men other than her husband.
A rollicking account of an extraordinary life. Definitely recommend.
Update: After reading some other Goodreads reviews, I'm not exactly sure how much of this autobiography is true. The beginning of the book certainly did seem like fiction. When I started reading it and began to wonder, I consulted the Wikipedia entry on My Wicked, Wicked Ways and saw no indication that it was fiction, so I went with it, figuring there was embellishment, but that the stories were, for the most part, true. Now I'm not at all sure. Hmmm. Sort of exasperating. Anyone know more?
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I found this a compelling read, although parts are disturbing - not quite what I'd expected. Although there is some juicy Hollywood gossip, and a lot of humour, much of the book is quite dark and brooding.
It's supposed to be an amazingly frank autobiography (though actually written by a ghostwriter) and some parts do feel like that, but a lot of it seems like exaggeration or downright lies, especially some of Flynn's wild adventures in New Guinea in the first part of the book. This feels a bit t
I found this a compelling read, although parts are disturbing - not quite what I'd expected. Although there is some juicy Hollywood gossip, and a lot of humour, much of the book is quite dark and brooding.
It's supposed to be an amazingly frank autobiography (though actually written by a ghostwriter) and some parts do feel like that, but a lot of it seems like exaggeration or downright lies, especially some of Flynn's wild adventures in New Guinea in the first part of the book. This feels a bit too much like James Bond.. as indeed does the endless succession of beautiful women with unlikely names falling into his bed.
There's a strong misogynist tinge to a lot of it, and Flynn himelf admits he probably doesn't like women very much - but then he doesn't seem to like men much either, and seems to hate himself worst of all much of the time. He admits to being self-destructive and trying to kill himself with a gun, then doing it slowly with drink instead - and can obviously see the parallels between himself and his friend John Barrymore.
I feel he keeps attributing the worst possible motives to himself, for instance claiming that he went to support the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War just to get away from his wife! I very much doubt that a rich film star could only find an escape from his marriage by helping out in a hospital under fire, and getting wounded in the process. Anyway, definitely not boring.
My Wicked, Wicked Ways by Errol Flynn
Earlier this year I read the Pirate's Daughter and it brought up many questions about Errol Flynn, so I decided to read his autobiography. It was very interesting. Born in Tasmania, he was a real "wild child". He was constantly in trouble in school, seduced by an older woman at 12, proficient at sailing and scamming from the earliest times. His father was an academic, whom Errol held in highest esteem and his mother a handsome woman who ignored and insulted E
My Wicked, Wicked Ways by Errol Flynn
Earlier this year I read the Pirate's Daughter and it brought up many questions about Errol Flynn, so I decided to read his autobiography. It was very interesting. Born in Tasmania, he was a real "wild child". He was constantly in trouble in school, seduced by an older woman at 12, proficient at sailing and scamming from the earliest times. His father was an academic, whom Errol held in highest esteem and his mother a handsome woman who ignored and insulted Errol and, it is implied, carried on with other men while the father taught abroad for extended periods. After being thrown out of countless schools, Errol left to find his own way at 16. He lived on the streets of ?Melbourne, pulling various cons, making friends with older, more experienced con artists who took him under their wings. Errol made his way to New Guinea, working in gold fields, coca plantations, and other positions, including going into the jungle with a small platoon on behalf of the government, to retaliate against natives who had massacred Australian settlers. He captained a ship and even starred in a movie. Eventually he made his way to Asia and to England, where, by once again making up his credentials, found himself working as an actor in Shakespearean plays. After many ups and downs and LOTS of women, he signed a contract and went to Hollywood.
Errol's story of himself is really very interesting and in the telling of the early years, he comes across as a bit of a rogue, but a likable one. In the middle years, after he gets to Hollywood though, it becomes just sad: his relationships with women, wives, his children, alcohol and his acting career, all seem to be sad- even tragic. The real turning point seems to be the trial he went through for rape (of which he was acquitted) and which, he believes, was a set up to teach Warner Brothers Studios a lesson. After that he dives into too much mindless sex, too much alcohol, hating his roles- or realizing the studios will never give him any better roles- and being seen, as he says numerous times, as only a phallic symbol.
It's sad really. He was very intelligent, though mostly self educated. A good looking, interesting, accomplished man, who was belittled by his mother until the day he died at 50 years and never really trusted women. Supposedly he died in a whorehouse in Vancouver and was carried, under cloak of darkness, back to his boat. The book made me want to see a few of his films and look a bit more critically at them and to feel sorry that a man with so much was not really happy.
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I give this book five stars because it is a real page-turner, Errol Flynn's own life being more swashbuckling and certainly more piquant than any of his films. Minus one star because he is said to have misremembered some things, conflating false memories with real (like president Reagan). Minus one star because of his narcissism and overall obliviousness to other people's feelings, such as the women he cheated on - one of whom wrote that after her marriage to Errol Flynn, she felt her heart was
I give this book five stars because it is a real page-turner, Errol Flynn's own life being more swashbuckling and certainly more piquant than any of his films. Minus one star because he is said to have misremembered some things, conflating false memories with real (like president Reagan). Minus one star because of his narcissism and overall obliviousness to other people's feelings, such as the women he cheated on - one of whom wrote that after her marriage to Errol Flynn, she felt her heart was like a pincushion stuck full of pins. Or cruelty to the men he used to get what he wanted, as with his comical "carry-on bos'n" story. Minus one star for cruelty to animals. By this I refer to his cruel childhood practical joke on ducks - surely he could have done more with his biologist father's heritage? Minus one more because if he was going to write a tell-all, he could have told a lot more about his actual exploits. All in all, an entertaining read. One star.
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I started laughing from the start and found myself amused throughout.
It's not nearly as candid as the blurb claims - there's no mention of his 15-year-old girlfriend, and all sorts of other naughty or outright scandalous bits of anecdote are left out - but the ghostwriter did a good job of echoing Flynn's style - he did fancy himself a writer did our Errol.
Is it an amusing snapshot of Hollywood in the 30s and 40s? Yes. Is it sometimes awfully sad? Sure. Is he just lying through his teeth? Oh yea
I started laughing from the start and found myself amused throughout.
It's not nearly as candid as the blurb claims - there's no mention of his 15-year-old girlfriend, and all sorts of other naughty or outright scandalous bits of anecdote are left out - but the ghostwriter did a good job of echoing Flynn's style - he did fancy himself a writer did our Errol.
Is it an amusing snapshot of Hollywood in the 30s and 40s? Yes. Is it sometimes awfully sad? Sure. Is he just lying through his teeth? Oh yeah. Does it matter? I'm not sure.
As a human being, Errol Flynn left a great deal to be desired. As a movie star, there are few - very few - better. Fortunately, this book is by the movie star.
I first read it as a newly-minted, highly-impressionable Flynn fan. I'm sure if I read it again now I'd find things to dislike, but a part of me will always, always love this book.
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A quite interesting autobiography by Errol Flynn about his life told towards the end of his life. He didn't talk much about any of the movies he starred in, that didn't really seem to be a passion for him. He had a lot of exciting adventures around the world in his younger days and was happiest as he said when he was on a boat and by the sea. He did talk about his 3 wives and his rape trial.
I've waited a few years to read this book. Was it worth the wait? Yes. Unlike any autobiography I've read before, you finish thinking you really know the person as if you'd hung around with him for awhile. I'm sure he was a very likeable guy, but he also would have been like that exasperating friend we've all had at some point in our lives. Tall tales, unbelievable claims, name dropping, one upmanship, etc., but you can't dislike him. You have to take this personality as it is. He is a fantastic
I've waited a few years to read this book. Was it worth the wait? Yes. Unlike any autobiography I've read before, you finish thinking you really know the person as if you'd hung around with him for awhile. I'm sure he was a very likeable guy, but he also would have been like that exasperating friend we've all had at some point in our lives. Tall tales, unbelievable claims, name dropping, one upmanship, etc., but you can't dislike him. You have to take this personality as it is. He is a fantastic writer, I'll give him that. Claims of self-education with well educated parents, emancipated minor who sets out on all sorts of adventure- it all comes out in a worldly bit of writing. Very enjoyable, though it does get tiring after a bit. Worth reading anyway.
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Errol Flynn has become intertwined with our culture, even when most of us are unaware of his influence (notably, the phrase "in like Flynn"). However, while reading this book, I had a very hard time believing his fantastical life. I mean, a slave trader in New Guinea? A con man in Shanghai? Searching for gold in the South Pacific? And that's all before becoming a leading man in Hollywood. Needless to say, I read it with a huge grain of salt.
That being said, I enjoyed
My Wicked, Wicked Ways
(espe
Errol Flynn has become intertwined with our culture, even when most of us are unaware of his influence (notably, the phrase "in like Flynn"). However, while reading this book, I had a very hard time believing his fantastical life. I mean, a slave trader in New Guinea? A con man in Shanghai? Searching for gold in the South Pacific? And that's all before becoming a leading man in Hollywood. Needless to say, I read it with a huge grain of salt.
That being said, I enjoyed
My Wicked, Wicked Ways
(especially once I found out that he wanted to name it
In Like Me
, but the publisher wouldn't let him). I found it hilarious that his womanizing always ended up with a situation gone awry, and he seemed like a pretty jovial fellow despite that.
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Maybe he wasn't the greatest actor in the world, but everyone loved him and everyone wanted to BE like him... to be "in, like Flynn."
Errol Flynn is one of my arch-types. Like my own life, he filled it with fascinating adventures and interests, but fulfillment always seemed to elude him.
The consummate swashbuckler, the ardent adventurer and a man's man. He writes here about his experiences from about age 16 to his move to America to become one of the biggest movie stars of his era. He was a schoo
Maybe he wasn't the greatest actor in the world, but everyone loved him and everyone wanted to BE like him... to be "in, like Flynn."
Errol Flynn is one of my arch-types. Like my own life, he filled it with fascinating adventures and interests, but fulfillment always seemed to elude him.
The consummate swashbuckler, the ardent adventurer and a man's man. He writes here about his experiences from about age 16 to his move to America to become one of the biggest movie stars of his era. He was a schooner captain, an overseer at a plantation, witnessed all sorts of interesting situations, including the roasting of a giant sea-turtle by natives.
He was the closest thing to a real-life pirate in recent history.
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According to Errol Flynn, Errol Flynn was a wild degenerate with stints as a petty thief and a slave trader in the Pacific before ultimately becoming an actor and a bankrupt drunk adrift listlessly in his yacht. Lots of stuff in this book is apparently intense fabrication, and it's hard to figure out what's what. Best part hands down: Flynn wanted to name the book, "In Like Me" but was denied. Now that's awesome. Oh wait, and he also fed a piece of pork on a string to a duck and when the duck cr
According to Errol Flynn, Errol Flynn was a wild degenerate with stints as a petty thief and a slave trader in the Pacific before ultimately becoming an actor and a bankrupt drunk adrift listlessly in his yacht. Lots of stuff in this book is apparently intense fabrication, and it's hard to figure out what's what. Best part hands down: Flynn wanted to name the book, "In Like Me" but was denied. Now that's awesome. Oh wait, and he also fed a piece of pork on a string to a duck and when the duck crapped out the undigested piece of pork, he fed it to the next duck who ate it, etc. until he had a string of ducks connected by string through their digestive tracks. So I guess that might trump the "In Like Me" thing.
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Errol Flynn appeared in some 60 films from 1933 to the late 1950s and gained the reputation of being the quintessential Hollywood swashbuckling sword-wielding adventure hero. His private life was a different matter altogether, and he was involved in a number of scandal-laden Hollywood incidents.
“All I had to do was stick my face into this gruesome mess and bite off the young sheep's testicles. Dag a hogget. I had good teeth. I put my nose into this awful-smelling mess, my teeth solidly around the balls of the six-month-old sheep, and took a bite while I held him upside down. My nose was in fur and ordure. I bit and spat out the product into a pile of what they called prairie oysters. We have them in America too: delicious to eat, but not delicious to remove. They said this was the most sanitary way to de-ball a sheep. After I was done, I passed the sheep onto the next man, who put a little coal tar on the same spot for purposes of cleansing and closing up the wound.
The sheep never let out a bleat.”
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