Just read all of Robert Wagner's memoirs starting with the latest one and working backward. They're written better than most Hollywood memoirs (because of Eyman, no doubt). They're the perfect blend of memoir and gossip. He doesn't throw mud, but you get a little something good now and then.
He doesn't stint the details of Natalie's death, either, which sound perfectly plausible, unless you're absolutely convinced J Edgar Hoover did it.
Self-serving but not completely uninteresting. Wagner tries hard to put out there, among other things, what he obviously hopes will be the final, for-the-record account of his late wife Natalie Wood's tragic 1981 death by drowning. Unfortunately his assertions don't match the evidence and witness accounts of that fateful night. (Check out "Goodbye Natalie, Goodbye Splendour" by Marti Rulli and/or "Natasha: The Biography of Natalie Wood" by Suzanne Finstad.)
This would surprise no one who knows a bit more about Mr. Wagner's personal life than he would wish revealed, in common no doubt with many actors of his generation (and certainly the generation of men and women he venerates). The real story of Robert J. Wagner, his "colorful" Hollywood years, and the dark events that precipitated his wife's death, will have to be told by someone else and likely only after Mr. Wagner has passed on.
In the meantime, if you are an RW fan and prefer your Hollywood memoirs heavily sanitized, this is the tome for you.
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