It is to be expected, I suppose, that our Hollywood and Broadway heroes are often not as we see them, on the stage or the screen. I suppose we want to see them as heroes; they make us believe that they are who they pretend they are.
I come away from Bob Hope, The Road Well Traveled, with a greater appreciation of the guts and drive it took Mr. Hope (and indeed, any other person who came from pretty low ledges to the top shelf in any profession), but, somehow, in the process of the growing appreciation for struggles on his journey, I like Mr. Hope, less. This isn't the fault of the author. He just collected the material and reported it.
Hope got a lot of praise for his journeys to war zones to entertain the troops, but he also made a lot of money showing those journeys on his specials, and the tax-payer paid for his trips. The books, purportedly written by him, were written by his writers who received no credit and none of the profits from them. They were just paid by the hour, or however it is comedy writers get paid.
He was a letch, not a good man for whom to work and he threw his weight around to stifle any criticism or bad press. He left his wife Delores home to raise the four children they’d adopted and had little to do with his siblings because he was afraid they wanted to leech off him. Even his “friendship” with Bing Crosby was more a business connection than a friendship.
On the other hand, he had his charities.
Hope was still living when this book was published, but by then his star-power, which began to lose its luster during the Viet-Nam era; he was a has-been. He couldn’t have had this book squashed (as he had other discomforting moments squashed) if he tried. His last film, Cancel My Reservation, (1972) was dismal and embarrassing and his last years with his wife were filled with her rancor at all his infidelities during their marriage. Somewhere along the line, Hope had forgotten the clown/Comic motto, “Always leave them laughing."
The book is well-presented. It's written with a reporter’s eye and has a reasonable amount of pictures from the "golden days" of Hollywood. There is a minimum of blind quotes.
I only remember two of Bob Hopes pictures and that’s only because of the performances by Walter Brennan in The Princess and the Pirate, and the cameo by James Cagney as George M. Cohan in The Seven Little Foys. My comic heroes were Abbot and Costello. I don’t think I’ve forgotten one of their movies.
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