Jack Lemmon was born wealthy. His Boston-rich family cared for and catered to his every need. After college (Harvard), the young actor spent some lean days in New York, then headed to Hollywood and bigger, better roles. Soon, his career took off and Jack Lemmon was a major American movie star. And that's that. Written in an fanzine style just a few notches short of idolatry, the book leads the reader step-by-step through hair-raising episodes such as Jack's refusal to change his last name (Lemon being Hollywoodese for bomb); his many volunteer activities; his penchant for making citizen's arrests, and the heart-stopping fact that much of his free time is spent composing music. Secret rendezvous and hidden romances? Tales of drugs and scandals? Scandalous tidbits about Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis, Shirley MacLaine? Surely, Lemmon has led a much more interesting life, is a much more insightful and original person than this book portrays him. Or maybe he isn't. Has David Niven spoiled it for all of us? Lacking depth, this never presents a look at the man's craft, his mind, his memories. It commits the unpardonable sin of celebrity biography: it bores. A LEMON, unsweetened by wit, detail or substance.