My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I was so looking forward to reading this when I found out Peter Falk had written a memoir. I loved his acting in movies and most especially his role of Lieutenant Columbo. Reading the book I realized that he was a good actor and a not-so-good writer. The book is more like a bunch of 3x5 index cards of ideas for chapters or themes. The book doesn’t feel cohesive nor does it flow in anything other than rambling about one’s life late at night over a few drinks.

There are fun snippets here and there and I learned a few things about Mr. Falk and about Columbo. However, some of the stuff I learned about Falk wasn’t what I expected. He’s kind of egotistical and self-centered. Maybe that’s expected from someone who writes a memoir, but I kind of got turned off by his self-promotion after awhile.

If you like Peter Falk (or just Columbo), I recommend watching his performances to enjoy him rather than reading this book. But that’s just my opinion.