Truthfully I'd like to give this book at least 4* because it is a great read for those lazy days of summer when there isn't too much to deal with except to kick back with a cold drink, spread on the sunscreen, dig your heels into the sand, and read trashy stuff.
Basically, you could look at my previous review of this book's prequel HOLLYWOOD BABYLON--IT'S BACK and get the essence of what this book is about with a few key exceptions.
Still gaycentric to an extreme, this book features far less nude pictures than the previous volume. There are plenty of beefcake pictures. The nudes are still there, but mostly female. Most notably the nude female is one woman---a Marilyn Monroe wanna-be named Liz Renay who appears to be some sort of porn queen/publicity grabber. Liz, who died in 2007, is quoted from her memoirs rating the celebs she bedded. It's not nice to speak ill of the dead, but this lady was a tad course and tasteless and had no problem evaluating and in many instances outing her 'co-stars'. Of course, the resulting discourse was hilarious but completely impossible to verify since all of her male pals are dead, too. The gaycentric theme carries on with outing Hollywood lesbians, bi-sexuals, etc. This book even implies that Walt Disney may have sexually molested child star Bobby Driscoll, that Charlton Heston was a bi-sexual lover of the young, Marlon Brando had sex with his son Christian and daughter Cheyenne, and inumerable Hollywood celebrities were gay prostitutes or bi-sexual prostitutes.
Darwin Porter is undoubtedly one gifted writer which is exactly why I've read so many of his books. I enjoy them, but I also remain a tad sceptical because there are a lot of assertions made that cannot be proven or verified because everybody outed in this book is dead. Interestingly enough, at least two living actors who have had stirred some gay/bi gossip weren't outed. This book appears to be a mix of fact/urban legend/gossip and possibly wishful thinking. One aspect bothers me in particular. One of the few noted references for information in this book is the author David Bret. Bret writes a lot of trashy books which are very poorly done and rife with unsubstantiated assertions.
It is possible that I missed some inaccuracies in the previous book, but this one seemed to have a lot of them. There is no Bel Mar Race Track, but there is a Del Mar Race Track. Natalie Wood's nameplate on her wall crypt at Westwood Memorial Park is hard to find because she is not in a wall crypt; she has a grave there. Dates are incorrect. There were a lot of errors. Were Porter and his co-author in such a frenzy to get this book out that they passed on a personal review of their proof?
In the end, this really is a fun/lurid read. My advice is to go into this with an open mind, but don't take it as gospel. Some of it is true, but some of it probably isn't.