I'm only giving this four stars since this book, published soon after the billionaire's death, does suffer from some factual errors that were not known at the time of publication. For example, Hughes wanted his birthday to be Christmas Eve. Why -- only Hughes knows. Perhaps his crazy mother told him this so often that he believed it. His baptismal record shows his birthday as September 24, 1905. Could it have been a major typo on the church's part?
Hughes knows.
Which is a major problem with any biography of Howard Hughes. Not only was his life a trainwreck -- it was the Hindenburg of wrecks, only in vivid color and surround sound. Even the people who worked with Hughes for years had absolutely no clue as to who Hughes was and how his mind worked.
The author wrote articles about Hughes since the 1950s. This was just one of at least three books he did about Hughes. He knew enough about Hughes to discover that a highly touted autobiography of Hughes was just a hoax of Hitler Diary proportions written by Clifford Irving. So, Phelan has street cred. He's also the first writer I know that used the word "autistic" to describe Hughes.
As the book's title suggests, the book focuses on Hughes' final 15 or 16 years, when he went totally bonkers. The book poignantly begins and ends with the Shelley poem "Ozymandias", which was nothing but a very elegant way of saying, "Money can't buy happiness."
Which is, of course, a total lie. Money can not only make misery a lot more comfortable, it CAN buy happiness. Hughes was bullhead enough to get whatever he wanted. In his case, he wanted to be naked watching movies and left the fuck alone. I've got a sneaking feeling that made him happy.
The bulk of the book is made up of testimony and interviews with former Hughes employees such as his personal and barely used barber Mell Stewart. Viewers of the hit 2004 Leonardo DiCaprio film "The Aviator" will recognize the overworked lackey Noah Dietrich, who arguably doubled Hughes' fortune without much in compensation, considering that he received zero benefits and paid a good chunk of his six figure salary in taxes.
It could be argued that all of the people quoted or interviewed were "disgruntled ex-employees" but DAMN it makes for interesting reading. Some of the screw-ups were so bizarre or downright stupid that they have that unmistakable flavor of authenticity to them.
This is a short, fast read, but you do have to be familiar with Hughes' life and urban legend in order to fully enjoy this. Sadly, there isn't an index or bibliography.