Book Review of Paul Anka's My Way

I love to read but I especially love non-fiction. That being said, autobiographers should be careful about what their writing reveals about themselves. Case in point, Paul Anka's My Way. The title, of course, comes from the song he wrote for Frank Sinatra and, though I don't remember reading much about Paul Anka being on the fringe of the Rat Pack, his book certainly hints at it and reveals a major man-crush, particularly on Sinatra. Mr. Anka also seems to have a bromance with the Mob. For fans of early rock-n-roll, the book is a lot like cheap birdseed: a few bits of good stuff among lots of mullet. There is a nice section on rock-n-roll's early days and busing with the likes of Buddy Holly and Fats Domino, and the problems with Jim Crow laws, but did I want to know he (Anka not Jim Crow) was crawling in Annette Funicello's bedroom to have an affair? I know one of the Fleetwoods but she can't remember anything about being on American Bandstand. Nor, it appears, does Mr. Anka. Most of what he has to say about Dick Clark has to do with a payolla scandal.There's some interesting early Vegas history but, again, lots of "mullet" too. Sadly, I came away disliking the book and Mr. Anka both.