In her memoir Child Star , Shirley Temple writes that when she met Arthur Freed for the first time at MGM, he unzipped his pants and exposed himself (she laughed at him and he kicked her out of his office). Gross, I know. And she also wrote that while this was going on, next door her mother was meeting with L.B. Mayer, and he "came on to her." None of that was in this book. But it's definitely a classic "true Hollywood story" anecdote (and a disgusting one). This book felt more like "true Hollywood story" lite. It wasn't very gossipy, and yet it also wasn't very scholarly. It wasn't all that interesting either. It's a 44 year old book, and people mentioned in the book were still alive (or recently dead, although not Mayer) so perhaps Carey was erring on the side of lentiginous caution.
I was looking forward to this book. I wanted to know more about LB Mayer. But I learned very little about the man from this book. It was boring and the focus was more on his work than him