Bill Mumy has had an extraordinary career, which started at the age of 4. Before he even reached adulthood he had worked with the likes of Jimmy Stewart, Alfred Hitchcock, Shirley Jones, James Garner, and dozens of other renowned people in the entertainment industry. Unlike many child stars, he seemed to have had grounded, practical parents and a personal drive that allowed him to transition successfully into adult acting roles, and other creative roles - in particular, in music, writing and producing and, of all things, comic books.
Such a busy and abundant life is fascinating, but is also challenging to concisely boil down into a pithy narrative. Mumy, who prides himself for doing things on his own terms, could have used just a bit of editorial input in this memoir. The stories were great, but sometimes were repeated somewhat in various areas of the book, and were often top-heavy with detail - at least for the casual fan. Still, it was engaging and moved along pretty well. I've certainly read a lot worse.
Mumy, who is a few years older than I, could have easily been one of my brothers' friends from our old neighborhood. Aside from the whole acting thing, he came across as a regular kid from the 60s, with all the same cultural touchstones. I was very comfortable in his world. He made acting with Brigitte Bardot and playing on stage with Ringo Starr seem like very cool, but not THAT extraordinary, experiences, and as kids from the neighborhood, we were invited along to be flies on the wall.
When you start at age four and work regularly, it's not name-dropping to share your memories, and while Mumy has forgotten more than many actors will ever even experience, his stories don't come across as exploitative. As he points out, he was too young to even have known about the careers of many of the big names he worked with, and was, therefore, not awed by them. His recollections are based on honest, childhood impressions. Happily, most of those impressions were positive, and the few that weren't seemed honest, but had no grudge or professional jealousy. Correction... there was, perhaps, one lingering grudge, but it seemed legit, and not petty. No spoilers, though.
So, while I personally had no interest in the comic book bits, and knew next to nothing about his music career (aside from "Fish Heads" - that was a blast from the past I didn't realize was a project of his), I still found the whole book an interesting read. And, while I was aware of it, of course, I never watched "Lost in Space"! Mumy was so ubiquitous back then, that one didn't have to watch his hit shows to know his work. I can say, without reservation, that Mumy was Real Good.