James Dean is an ambitious, business-minded and highly grounded human being in Lew Bracker’s Jimmy & Me. Here, the only item that resembles “wild” and “fast,” or the extremity of such words, is the actor’s motivation to excel in his craft. And the only proportionate item to a death-defying act in this affirming book is the friendship between Jimmy and Lew. From their common appreciation of Porsche sports cars, movie-going and club lounging, to Jimmy accidentally informing Lew’s parents of their son’s first road race, to the actor trying to figure out why Lew’s golden retriever wouldn’t use the diving board, this memoir cannot be more poignant.
Mr. Bracker’s writing is straightforward and clear, sometime tongue-in-cheek and occasionally poetic, with lots of actual events one can only identify as true 1950s Hollywood. There are passages in the book that beckoned me that I was actually sitting in the booth with the actor and the author, so dreamed I. You have this immense feeling that you’re meeting the celebrities, such as Ursula Andress, Natalie Wood and Dennis Hopper, as you partake in their described daily going ons.
As “a great James Dean fan” (Mr. Bracker has signed my copy), I’ve long believed those rough edges about the actor—but loosely. I could never put a finger on the string to make a strong knot. Mr. Bracker writes he has never met this cut-up James Dean, with the wild and fast persona. How could he when their bond was as wholesome as the actor’s humble beginnings in Fairmount, Indiana (cleverly skimmed on in the last chapters)?
I highly recommend this book due to its truth angle, the only way I can describe such an angle—if there is ever one.