

The first earthquake was his parents’ abrupt and traumatic divorce, which caused the figurative and literal loss of his home. In many ways, this account of the first half of Stone’s life is a roller coaster of trauma and recovery. It’s telling that this book chronicles only his first forty years – if it covered his entire life, it would probably run about a thousand pages.

To paraphrase one critic, Oliver Stone is the rare director who lived actual adventures rather than just watching adventure movies. I’m pleased to say that I was wrong and that this is a true literary work, rather than the typical star-kissed Hollywood memoir. Due to that, I began his memoir unsure that I would learn anything new about the man. In fact, I’m a devotee of his DVD commentaries, interviews, and the two excellent biographies which have been released (by James Riordan and Matt Zoller Seitz, respectively). I confess to being a major Oliver Stone fan.
