My grandmother would have referred to Barbara Payton as a "brazen hussy" and she would not have been incorrect. Barbara Payton was a Hollywood starlet sucked into the studio system at the age of 17 and spat out at 24 - more or less. It chronicles, in a haphazard fashion, her start in the film industry and her inevitable collapse. To call her a sexpot is putting it mildly. She seemed to compulsively sleep any man within reach, eventually earning a living from it.
I have to stress that this is an autobiography; ghostwritten by Leo Guild, a tabloid journalist; but dictated by a woman who was at the time was a severe alcoholic and working as a prostitute. As such, she is the definition of the unreliable narrator. But it is interesting to see the world through her eyes, or at least her justification for how she turned out. To her credit, she never blames anyone else for her own choices.
She got her position because she was strikingly attractive, not due to talent. Her career is magnified in her mind, so it is also magnified in the book to be bigger than it was. If you look at her filmography don't be surprised if you've never heard of any of these films. They were mostly of the B-movie variety. It is also telling that she has almost no stories to tell of the sets, but focuses mainly on her sexual escapades and failed marriages.
Along with the original volume, an article by Leo Guild is included where he reflects on his time with Barbara after her death from organ failure. Plus a timeline of known events in the actress's life, which includes several incidents and people she conveniently leaves out of the book, or uses a pseudonym for.
There is a lot more going on with Barbara Payton than she understands, or perhaps even is aware of. She seemed driven to a life of substance abuse and prostitution, and seemed to secretly harbor a death wish. She was given many parachutes over the years, but through them all away. This book never mentions this, but her self-destructive behavior indicates some abuse in her childhood, perhaps of the sexual variety. But it is obvious sex, like the drugs and alcohol, was a compulsion for her, rather than a joyful experience.
This is a tragic story and well worth a look. But remember it is vintage sleaze masquerading as a cautionary tale. It was printed solely to offer the reader a look at the forbidden, so caveat emptor.