My Wicked, Wicked Ways

My Wicked, Wicked Ways

by Errol Flynn

A hero to millions who adored his portrayals of Robin Hood and Fletcher Christian, Errol Flynn (1909-59) lived a life that far surpassed any adventure he ever acted out on screen: exotic travels, criminal exploits, passionate love affairs, violent confrontations, scandals, and international fame. In this highly readable, witty and colourful autobiography, reissued by Aurum Press in B-format using the original uncensored text, Flynn reveals himself and his remarkable life as he did nowhere else.

  • Language: English
  • Category: Biography
  • Rating: 4.01
  • Pages: 438
  • Publish Date: February 25th 2005 by Aurum
  • Isbn10: 1845130499
  • Isbn13: 9781845130497

What People Think about "My Wicked, Wicked Ways"

He could give a good performance when he believed in the movie (e.g., Objective, Burma!) The problem was he didn't like doing the kind of films they cast him, and it wasn't until late in his career when he could no long swash a buckle, that he got the roles he wanted. Also, the documentary made clear that his autobiography was mostly just good literature (i.e., total bullshit, well told.) Ironically, the fact that he's a liar makes him not as bad a person as I thought.

Reading it was kind of like having an extended visit from a drunken uncle who has great stories, zero self-awareness, some uncomfortable opinions, and ventures into TMI especially when talking about boobs.

He led an amazing life: born in Tasmania, son of a famed naturalist who was the first person to bring platypuses to England for study, descendant on his mother's side from Bounty mutineers (with the sword arm to prove it), he ran tobacco plantations and engaged in shady dealings and battles with crocodiles and cannibals in New Guinea for four years--he was surreptitiously filmed dueling with a croc by some Hollywood location scouts and they hired him--as well as serving in both the Sino-Japanese War and the Spanish Civil War, traveling around the world, having an out-of-body experience in an opium den in Macau, having his stomach slit wide open by a rickshaw driver in Ceylon and surviving, befriending everyone from King Farouk to U.S. presidents, being turned on to marijuana by Diego Rivera, getting to know Fidel Castro personally in Cuba, screwing probably literally thousands of women etc. Turns out there's a huge literature ABOUT Flynn above and beyond this, including accusations that he was a Nazi, which does not really square with taking his life into his hands by fighting Franco's forces in Spain and sneaking into Cuba to meet Castro.

One gets the impression that he spent his life searching for something that would have given him true happiness and that he might not have known what to do with it had he found it.

You'll feel like a man -- woman -- a free spirit. All the while you'll grasp this book in your hands longing for an orange filled with Vodka . Already you're in in -- now you can be in like Flynn.

Dotada del mismo carisma que él, escrita con ironía a la par que un descarado y sinceridad (e incluso cierta Fantasía exageradora..quién sabe) escandalosa, resulta totalmente mágica y adictiva en su lectura, pese a ser una persona de instintos amorales y peculiares principios, en ocasiones. Y a las pruebas me remito, porque leyendo esta magnífica obra de sus memorias desde tan temprana edad, su leyenda oída durante años se queda corta al auto retratar una vida repletas de aventuras y desventuras; demasiadas para tan corto periplo vital, un ser creado a sí mismo mediante prueba y error, y vuelta a la carretera y al mismo experimento. Unos claros ejemplos: ya a los siete años se marcha casi una semana a intentar trabajar como jornalero de campo, tras una de sus numerosas y acaloradas discusiones con su progenitora ( que según él albergaba el gusto por los mismos placeres), y antes de cumplir la veintena, llega a ser mendigo en varias ocasiones, trabajador de una fábrica de sellos, oliendo botellas por si contienen queroseno en otra, se marcha a Nueva Guinea y trabaja como Cadete sanitario, capataz de una plantación de cocos, desboñigador de Ovejas, Peón de un pozo minero, pescador con dinamita en alta mar, y incluso, llega a ser acusado y encarcelado por un crimen en una trifulca con las tribus locales, cuando buscaba Oro. Todo eso, antes de llegar a Hollywood. Y si para éstas alturas no se ha apagado la sed de diversión por parte del lector..ávido de ver qué le depara próximamente y riza el rizo, hay un pasaje que hará las delicias de todos, por su rubrica rocambolesca, previo a su aterrizaje en Europa, formación en los teatros de Inglaterra y contratación para la meca del celuloide, en el que cual se embarca por una ruta que le lleva como año y medio de aventuras, juergas, trapicheos y contiendas peligrosas junto a un amigo médico. Las apariencias engañan, y él era un engaño a medias..ni tanto ni tan clavo, como suele decirse; todos tenemos nuestro sentir y pesares, no somos sólo una cara por entero. El curioso que había en mí recorrió el mundo en busca de respuestas de la vida; pero mi cara se interpuso en el camino Aún no había encontrado su quimera particular...y la buscaba, pese a su experiencia, en los mismos pastos que le han desgraciado tanto: aventuras, mujeres, riesgos...su desgracia fue él mismo, a la postre. Así pues, una autobiografía genuinamente cautivadora, que embriaga y atrapa desde la primera página hasta la ultima por su alta, tremendamente divertida, dosis de descaro, aventura, confesión a la vez que radiografía sabia, reflexiva y sin tapujos de un ejemplar de persona casi único, que hace palidecer a todos sus personajes en la gran pantalla, en la que también exorciza sus demonios particulares, mostrándonos su dimensión real. Mi máxima nota, como no, y un imprescindible para tanto los que desean pasarlo en grande con un libro de mil y una aventuras a la par que acabar de constatar el carisma irreverente del seductor por excelencia, pero también el de una persona sensible, reflexiva, auto cultivada y creada a si misma: Yo soy un hombre al que le gusta la compañía de las mujeres.

There was nobody like Errol Flynn. He spent that green stuff like there was no tomorrow.

He was a man who, perhaps surprisingly, thought deeply and felt much, but did not always choose a wise course in life. On the contrary, he felt that his motion picture career had hindered his becoming what he had really wanted to become and be perceived as whom he really was. I cannot say, after reading this, that I envy the destiny of the man who wrote it.

He was an unconventional, unique rebel easily bored and frustrated with normal behaviour which he found almost impossible to keep up.