My Hollywood MisAdventures is a total romp. Take two savvy would-be (well, hell, really honest-to-God working-in-journalism-and-motorcycle-mags) writers wanting to break into Hollywood, add chutzpah, lucky breaks, and an indefatigable sense of Mission, plop in a touch of irreverence, shake well and serve over the rocks -- whatever rocks you got, included rented ones. Didn't know you could rent rocks? Let Allan tell you how he and his late partner, Chris Bunch, encountered the man who cornered the market in rentable Hollywood rocks.
A lot of books out of Hollywood tell you about the awful back-office politics, the terrible back-stabbing, the awesomeness of this or that personality. Well, this isn't that book. Bunch and Cole didn't have illusions about the world they wanted to write for, took no crap, and dealt with the superficial personalities and overinflated egos like the fakes they were -- all the while garnering a reputation as the guys who could Fix Things, which is a nice reputation to have in a town where things don't just go wrong, they come completely off the tracks. Along the way they had a great deal of fun and actually met some genuine people. Like Jack Klugman and Lorne Greene. And some notable other types, but if you're a fan of Steven Seagall I probably shouldn't say any more.
This book will make you grin. It will make you laugh. It will also give you a very good idea of what it takes to survive in the land of snakepits that is Hollywood and come out the other side smelling like a rose. Not to be missed.