This biography is one of the most graphic & candid that I’ve ever read. The details that are offered suggest that the author knew Brando well, which I’ve read in his autobiography. The image of Brando that emerges is at times clownish, noble, silly, & all too consumed with sex.
An interesting read. I enjoyed the book, though a lot of personal (but probably true) things were revealed in it, that Marlon probably didn't appreciate. In fact, I think he even mentions it in "Brando: Songs My Mother Taught Me," advising his readers not to buy this piece of trash filled with lies. Lies or not, it was an entertaining (though filthy) read. I loved Marlon before and I still love him after reading this book that paints him in a less than impressive light.