Like so many young men of the time, the experience gave Scotty the realization that life is too short and cruel not to spend it in the pursuit of pleasure, both giving and receiving. Although the book largely reflects the joyful feelings of a libertine, it is not without sadness - and some of that sadness comes from real tragedy.

Bowers positions himself as the central figure of dozens, maybe hundreds, of celebrities' lives, which is - to put it mildly - difficult to believe. On the other it's a story of a boy who was sexually assaulted at the age of 7(though in his 80s he still thinks very warmly about that particular pedo), went on to turn trick a few years later and was a full blown prostitute in his early teens and onwards till AIDS ended the party in the 80s.

If you’re the type of person who listens to Gilbert Gottfried’s podcast, you’re going to feel right at home in Scotty’s abode. David Patrick Columbia, New York Social Diary "They said he'd never talk -- but at long last, the legendary Scotty Bowers has told his story, with all the honesty, compassion and insight that made him a confidant of movie stars, directors, billionaires, and politicians. Bowers' illicit activities were never detected by the authorities; he kept all his contact information in his head.

His personality is just very matter of fact and you can tell that plays into his well, how to say it-his sexual persona. On the one hand it's a scandalous summer beach read, packing with filthy juice Hollywood gossip that you may or may not believe. The pacing of the book is a bit uneven in places, choppy in others, and full of purple prose throughout (it's unclear, for example, why an account of his childhood on the farm needed to include a sentence like: "As my fingers tugged on the cow's soft teats, her warm milk squirted into the pail. It is "Scotty Bowers"– a name that had me thinking of the Bowers who perished with the great, gloomy Scott 100 years ago in the Antarctic; if only our author had been in that tent.If it pretended to be a fiction book, I might be able to understand some of the things you can read in this piece of residual debris. Scotty blossomed early and gave off a certain something throughout his life that made people want to confide in him.

This was to be the inaugural book in the Tinseltrash Book Club, a sleazy cabal of ne’er do wells dedicated to the pursuit of arcane knowledge, namely who in old Hollywood was schtupping who, and how. free-love advocate far ahead of his time who claimed Cary Grant, Spencer Tracy, Edith Piaf and the Duke of Windsor (to mention just a few) as lovers. It's the same format every time: some famous person rolls up to the gas station where Bowers worked, or meets him while he's bartending some swanky party, and propositions him, which leads to them doing all manner of sex stuff.Eventually, he established himself as a bartender and event-arranger/caterer and became a Hollywood fixture as the go-to guy for quick sleazy sex, the most well-esteemed person in Hollywood that no one outside Hollywood ever heard of. These recollections of Scotties are sensational as they include a list of the great and the good of Hollywood of that period and provide so much in widening our understanding of how that strange place works: it is stunning how this underworld went on without a blip on the radar.

The Daily Mirror (UK) "Scotty Bowers--once a beacon of discretion--finally unveils the carnal peccadillos of many of the studio era's biggest players. If you want to get a sampling of the stuff in this book, but you don't want to wade through everything I've just outlined, stick to the documentary, SCOTTY AND THE SECRET HISTORY OF HOLLYWOOD. Eventually, a trailer was set up in the gas-station parking lot where gay, lesbian, and straight trysts were arranged discreetly by Scotty--not, he insists, for money but because he enjoyed helping people find sexual gratification (though he is careful to point out that the participants were free to exchange money among themselves; one wonders why he is so eager not to define himself as a pimp). These are but a few of the powerful for whom Bowers arranged sexual trysts with rent-boys and good-time girls (but for which he never received a nickel!Gossip is an important social function in the world, and "Full Service" is not afraid to go into that territory. I'm not going to blindly accept everything he says as gospel, necessarily, because he didn't come out with his tell-all until almost everyone involved was dead. In the mid 1970s, when the film Deep Throat was popular, Bowers claims to have arranged for Linda Lovelace to give instruction on deepthroating at parties. It seems that, overall, he made sure to surround himself with those whose laissez-faire approach mirrored his own.