I understand as an autobiography one gets to write it their way but this goes too far. This is a several hundred page sobfest from someone who didn't seem to suffer much.
    Quinn grew in poverty, yes like so many others, but it's apparent what he was starved for was spiritual attention and guidance, like so many others. Reading his life story as a youth you see a fellow who has too much energy then wastes it craving happiness. Growing up in the 1920's Hollywoood was this big dream machine that did actually take in young talent and gave them a chance. Regardless of their skin color Hollywood was indeed a superficial lover who did deliver the goods to those lucky enough to be talented and in the right place.
    Quinn had the inner turmoil to act, and let that turmoil bubble out. But Quinn's downfall was that as great and powerful actor he may have been, he was a terribly weak man. He had it rough for sure, dealing w/ a flamboyant uncle and a father who died too early for the son to ever eclipse, butinstead of seeing the impediment to his success removed or the rival now gone, he saw this as a ghost he could not defeat and who might revive and destroy him.
    His life and the book had far too much tawdry sex, I just don't care about anyone's first sexual experiences; and much of what he describes would today be classified as sexual abuse. Perhaps these segments added to his sense of shame and that kept the inner turmoil going.
    Anthony Quinn tells of having to choose between joining the white kids to fight the Mexicans or joining the Mexicans to fight off the Whites; after it all he has beaten up himself and who was the winner?