My Wicked, Wicked Ways - Errol Flynn
I bought, and read Flynn's autobiography in the 70s.
Reread it in the 90s.
Now again in the teens.
If I'm still around in twenty more years I will likely read it again.
When I was younger I honed in on the sex, the escapades, the travels which I could completely relate to.
As I got older, I identified with the failures, setbacks, lost opportunities.
The book itself would be considered a thumping good read. Rollicking adventures in youth, high times and high jinks in Hollywood, finally chasing the setting sun aboard his ship, the Zaca. A blend of true tales, exaggerations, fabrications. Enjoyable, compelling, sad.
Modern celebrities pretend to duplicate his lifestyle, but fail to match his output (theatre, movies, books, documentaries, radio shows, TV shows).
Flynn died before publication.