This book is everything you would want from a Hollywood memoir - full of scandal, gossip, name-dropping and self-delusion - it hardly matters that it isn't real. The book is written as a memoir by the chimp who co-starred with Johnny Weissmuller in the 1930s Tarzan films. As with most memoirs, the book starts with Cheeta's early life in the jungle, progressing through his arrival in America, his first taste of fame and the highs and lows of a career in Hollywood's Golden Age. It got off to a bit of a slow star and at first I wasn't sure that I would enjoy it so much, but then it won me over. The part about Cheeta's later life, his fall from favour in Hollywood and his career beyond that, were particularly good, and I actually found the ending incredibly moving, which I wasn't expecting at all from a spoof.