" I got this for free. It's pretty close to what you want from a celeb memoir--plenty of juicy stories about other famous people--who's a jerk (Lesley Ann Down), who the author slept with (Joan Crawford, Barbara Stanwyck, Yvonne De Carlo), etc. He didn't really shed any light on Natalie Wood's death, other than to say he and Christopher Walken were arguing about acting and one's commitment level to it, and much wine had been consumed. I don't think Walken and Wood were having an affair, and I doubt (ok, not completely, I'll admit) that Wood walked in on Walken and Wagner going at it, but...Maybe I'm reading between the lines too much, but I wonder if old RJ here is keeping some things in the closet, if you know what I'm saying. He had lifelong friendships with Fred Astaire and David Niven, both married men, I know, but both a little "effete" shall we say. He rebuffed advances from Noel Coward and Tennessee Williams, and many other men (so he says), he was ridonkulously good looking, and let's face it, Natalie Wood seems like the kind of drama generator that would fall in love with a gay man. She had a posse of gay friends (who also became Wagner's friends, natch), including the guy who wrote The Boys in the Band, for crying out loud! And Joan and Barbara, much older women, and he was devoted to his mother...it's all circumstantial, but it piles up. Eh, who cares? If he's gay, so what? He seems to have led an eventful, mostly magical life. Good for him. "
— Lee, 1/27/2014