All the things I learned about Chevy Chase were very interesting, but I haven't read anything so poorly-written that actually got published in a while. The author has no objectivity and consistently fawns over Chase. This is expected in an authorized biography, but it was nauseating. Chase never made a mistake, if he made a bad movie it was always as a "favor", things on set were only bad when Chevy didn't trust his instincts. That might be true, but puh-leeze. The lack of humility (Chase) and the hero-worship of Fruchter was irritating. I mean, it was like listening to Ecker talk about Bobby Knight! (Ashley and Bev, that tidbit is for you. Actually, I thought I'd loan the book to Mike since he's such a big Fletch fan.) The author has worse transitions than I've read in high school compositions and is constantly repeating facts. The initial reason I wanted to read it is because I read Kaffir Boy and Mark Mathabane wrote praises of Ned Chase, Chevy's father, who was an editor and helped Mathabane publish his book about South African apartheid. When I heard Chevy had been abused in childhood, I wondered if it was by his father, the editor. Turns out, it was Chevy's mother and stepfather. Anyway, when I got past the bad writing, the story about Chevy was pretty interesting.