Robert Evans had a unique writing style that in small doses was quirky and entertaining and that in book-length doses becomes overwrought and grating. I listened to the book in hour-ish chunks, which helped.

Like a lot of celebrity memoirs, this one is really a loose collection of stories the author must have told over and over. They've been honed to a point, it's true, but they also gloss over a lot of context and pertinent details. If you don't already know about Robert Evan's life, you'll find a lot of gaps.

And while Evans willingly admits some mistakes, he's blind to his character flaws. Reading closely (and consulting other sources), you can discover that Evans was privileged, sexist, and a bully in his adult life. He also omits any mention of his drug addiction, which was a huge part of who he became. His stories always make himself the hero. There's no introspection or character growth.

Is this book an entertaining beach read? Yes.

Does it offer insight into a man who left his mark on Hollywood? No way.