Full Service: My Adventures in Hollywood and the Secret Sex Lives of the Stars

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And did he wait until all of his subjects were dead out of respect for them, or did he do so because there's nobody left to refute his tawdry stories about them? But his very particular lifestyle, described without a trace of mean-spiritedness, has left Bowers at a place where he can say in the last line of his memoirs: ". As a young boy, it seems he could only marvel at the amount of sex the animals on his farm were having. Let's just say that it involves a baffled young male trick telling Scotty afterwards that he STILL doesn't understand why Mr. Quite quickly, Scotty became not just a trick but a bringer of tricks – an intermediary, a connection – as well as a participant.

Mann, author of Kate: The Woman Who Was Hepburn "A picaresque romp that unabashedly uncovers long-hidden sexual scandals during Hollywood's golden years. The book, which was vetted by a libel lawyer before publication, was refused by several publishers before ultimately being accepted by Grove Press and Grove/Atlantic. The pacing of the book is a bit uneven in places, choppy in others, and full of purple prose throughout (it's unclear, for example, why an account of his childhood on the farm needed to include a sentence like: "As my fingers tugged on the cow's soft teats, her warm milk squirted into the pail. It is a wonderfully vivid account of the golden years of Hollywood but from the perspective of Scotty, a just discharged USMC, who found himself employing his good looks, and those of his ex Marine Core buddies, and surprisingly their girlfriends, to meet the needs of the Hollywood elite; either male or female.He always made sure his mom had money, but he wasn’t a good dad and completely incapable of being a husband. At this point, the foundations of the club are looking shaky, but I was still happy to read the inaugural tome, an explicit, dishy, and decidedly good-natured romp through the sexual peccadillos of the rich and famous. Scotty Bowers] made his reputation by sleeping with everyone in Hollywood who wasn't actually Lassie, and now he tells all. But regardless of whether the people he’s outed we’re actually gay/bi/liked hookups with a gas station attendant, the book is actually quite boring. Hoover at least initially was paired up with one of the other men and Scotty with the fourth, but it's hard to imagine that in a weekend set aside for this purpose other permutations were not indulged in.

They would lose their contract, their reputations and even some would end up in jail, Scotty believes, if he hadn’t been such a ‘good guy’ by catering to their every desire or perversion. According to Full Service the studios would all but empty of their big-name talent whenever Scotty Bowers' evening shift began at a little gas station on Hollywood Boulevard. As a result - and his book reflects this - people more or less just drifted in and out and sometimes back into his life. I have to admit these passages were difficult to read, especially since he tells the exploits so casually when the rest of the world will read them for pedophilia. I would have bet that this book would have been filled with rehashed information and the names of celebrities disguised, but you will be surprised to know that the author namI would venture this is the musings of an old man blowing his stories out of proportion; and it's HORRIBLY written at that.