‘Full Service’: Fun With Fact-Checking, Part 1

"Full Service" cover

“Full Service,” by Scotty Bowers with Lionel Friedberg.


One of the guiding principles at the Los Angeles Daily Mirror is that history is not the exclusive domain of straight, white, Protestant males. As long as I have been blogging about Los Angeles history, the emphasis has been to document all the people who were marginalized by the mainstream press: Women, people of color, LGBT, etc. For example, for much of its history, the Los Angeles Times said nothing about the gay community except for crime stories and coded references in obituaries to “lifelong bachelors.”

Ideally, then, “Full Service” by Scotty Bowers, with Lionel Friedberg, would be a perfect match for the Daily Mirror. The memoir, subtitled “My Adventures in Hollywood and the Secret Sex Lives of the Stars,” promises to fill the gaps in the history of the local gay community from the 1940s to the 1960s.

Or does it?

Because another guiding principle at the Daily Mirror is an insistence on the highest standards of historical research (as in “Me vs. Wikipedia”).

Last week, I went to my favorite bookstore, Vroman’s in Pasadena, and bought a copy. I paid twice the price being charged on Amazon, but I believe in supporting one’s local, independent bookstore.

Oh dear. I had barely gotten past the title page when I encountered:

Authors’ Notes:

This manuscript is based on my memory and,
to the very best of my ability, reflects actual incidents
and personalities as I recall them.
-Scotty Bowers

 

This manuscript is based on roughly 150 hours of recorded
interviews with Scotty Bowers. I have added only factual details
regarding studios, productions, and various film shoots
to augment Scotty’s recollections, specifically where he
could not remember exact details himself.

-Lionel Friedberg

Memory… “incidents and personalities as I recall them.” Not to prejudge, but it seems that “Full Service” may not adhere to the highest standards of historical research.

So I decided it would be fun to go through the book and give it a bit of fact-checking. This is a tedious, time-consuming task (longtime readers may recall “Blogging the Wolfe Book”) and I can’t promise how far I’ll get.

But, frankly, the first impression isn’t good. Remember the subtitle? “My Adventures in Hollywood and the Secret Sex Lives of the Stars.”

I flipped through the photos and except for a couple of childhood snapshots, one portrait from World War II and a current picture, all the rest are file photos “from the Neal Peters Collection.” I would sort of expect that someone who had nearly uncountable trysts with the stars might have gotten at least one inscribed picture.  You know, “Oh you kid! –Franklin Pangborn” or something like that.

For that matter, there’s no picture of the gas station where Bowers supposedly worked. Instead we get some unidentified Richfield station with the caption: “Sadly, I don’t have a photo of the Hollywood Boulevard gas station, but it looked much like this one.”

And on Page IX, we find this little bon mot: “A few decades ago, my good buddy Tennessee Williams began writing his own account of my life but before it saw the light of day I told him to destroy it.”

Oh really?

Alas, “Full Service” isn’t indexed, but Amazon’s “look inside” feature shows that an account of Williams’ purported biography of Bowers appears on Page 251-253. Because there’s no date to peg the incident, let’s put it aside for the moment and do a little digging – in the finding aid for Tennessee Williams’ papers at Columbia University – just  to see if maybe there’s a little tidbit about his “good buddy.” I suppose you would be surprised if I said there’s not a word about Bowers. Why look at this! Williams saved his address books and datebooks. Too bad they’re at Columbia, it might be fun to dig.

And look at this: A catalog of 11 linear feet of Williams’ works. Don’t see anything about a Bowers biography, though.

Gosh, the first paragraph and we’re already in trouble.

Stay tuned for more…

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9 Responses to ‘Full Service’: Fun With Fact-Checking, Part 1

  1. when alfred kinsey was portrayed as having slept with his assistant in the bio-pic, “KINSEY” i found that easy to believe. when scotty wrote that he met & helped kinsey out, i presumed i’d read that they too had bumped naughty parts, but i was wrong.

    gee, who can you believe nowadays?

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  2. Steven Bibb says:

    I’m so happy to see you are going to be fact checking this book. I read it as soon as it came out and found it to be very unbelievable. According to him, he slept with nearly everyone in Hollywood. While I was aware of him from a Tyrone Power biography written probably 30 years ago, I was hoping for a book that would have been less of his bragging and more heavy on fact. His book reminded me of those trash books written by Darwin Porter, whose books I don’t even bother reading anymore because they are such garbage.

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    • tuskattack09 says:

      Scotty von Munchausen: he ‘verifies’ just about every spurious naughty rumor that was out there, only forgetting to add that he hooked Jack up with Marilyn, via his close personal friends Tennessee Williams and Frank Sinatra. On top of that, he includes other ‘usual suspects’ like adolescent encounters with pedophile priests. Then of course the bit about being told his brother was killed in the midst of a firefight on Iwo Jima (where else?) That would only happen on a studio back-lot. I’ll bet the Duke told him.

      There’s just too much. While I don’t doubt that he was a sketchy rentboy who occasionally hustled the Hollywood carriage-trade, a little less would have been more credible.

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  3. Val Holley says:

    I never met or spoke to Scotty and can’t speak to the validity of any specific sexual liaison he claims. However, Scotty and his escapades are too well-remembered among post-WW2 Hollywood denizens for him not to have masterminded and facilitated a booming web of sexual encounters. Among others who voluntarily reminisced about Scotty and his gas station while I was writing “Mike Connolly and the Manly Art of Hollywood Gossip” were pianist William Roy, fashion designer Bill Sarris, publicist Frank Liberman, and party girl Audrey Baer Ourette. I didn’t use any of the Scotty material in the book.

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  4. Gary Martin says:

    Are you saying that Franklin Pangborn was gay? Can you substantiate that?
    The really good “low down” was the Brando bio of a few years ago which a friend gave me. I read it, loved it, (hoped it had been true), and then tossed it. It’s too easy to make that stuff up.

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  5. In ‘From A To B and Back Again’ Warhol noted that Tennessee Williams was quite the pack-rat. So the idea that he would have thrown anything out is pretty ridiculous

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  6. APRD says:

    I remember the station in the early ’60’s….I broke the gumball dispenser by accident. It was on the westside patio area (probably had bathrooms there). Pump bays/islands were on southside for pulling off Hollywood. North side was rear access lane (seemed a wide area to a kid). Open area on east side, and I believe a low wall we had to jump over. Rectangular orientation paralleling the Boulevard, office to west and work bay doors to east facing front. The work area inside seemed large and open, but that may be mental overlap with the modernized station. I think there may have been a giant lighted sign along the east wall, and waste-oil tank there towards back corner.

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