By combining Franklin’s homiletic pronouncements with Huck’s folksy immediacy of voice, Selleck, along with co-writer Ellis Henican, has created an easygoing, talky American memoir ... Known for his privacy, Selleck has written a what book instead of a why book ... Such coy deflections and elisions try our patience and may leave some of us wondering why he wrote a memoir if he can’t express feelings.
Tom Selleck could have written an interesting memoir, just as he could have had an interesting career ... With a determination that verges on admirable, he refuses to write about anything potentially interesting ... If there exists a reader who has been longing for a book detailing all of Selleck’s early auditions, followed by 150 pages dissecting what feels like every Magnum episode, then happy news: your wait is over. Alas, I fear that reader may only be Selleck himself.
The lack of juicy personal information may disappoint celebrity gossip mavens, but Selleck’s earnestness and self-deprecating folksy style will satisfy celebrity watchers.
Even if readers have never seen a single episode of the show that made his career, the author’s style entertains, edifies, and effectively bridges the bookends of his career ... Unless the author is a master of deception, the text is like the man himself: witty, charming, and honest.
