by Merv Griffin with Peter Barsocchini
Merv's attempt to prove he is television's host with the most talent, clout and feeling for his fellowman—by self-serving prose—could have used some fine-tuning. Besides its burden of glibness, the book is disjointed. It does include some colorful anecdotes, such as one about the time Griffin sublet Marlon Brando's New York apartment and found old droppings from a pet raccoon under the furniture. Griffin's reminiscences about Elizabeth Taylor, Judy Garland and Montgomery Clift make lively reading—and probably good talk show material should Merv ever subject himself to his competitors. (Simon and Schuster, $11.95)
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