Book Log: Val Kilmer's I'm Your Huckleberry
Sep. 26th, 2026 02:04 pmVal Kilmer's memoir was published around the time of Top Gun: Maverick. I've loved a lot of his work and had one or maybe more Val Kilmer phases in my life (at least one around Batman Forever/The Saint), I'm pretty sure, though I've also been aware of his reputation as a "difficult" actor and kind of didn't want to delve into that too deeply.
Reading his memoir has been very interesting for simple fact that I didn't vibe with it, and that got me thinking about how as readers we come into these kinds of entertainer autobiographies with the expectation that we will be entertained, by their words or their ghostwriter's words on the experience of being a creativity-driven celebrity and what that means to them. The only reason they have the memoir is because they are a celeb, after all. And when, as in this case, I was not entertained*, I felt bad about it because Kilmer is obviously pouring out a great deal of himself in explaining his passion for his craft, his life philosophies, and the wisdoms he wants to share over to other actors that follow. I don't want a dancing monkey to perform for my jollies! This memoir is what he wanted it to be, and there it is.
*Basically I couldn't glean much from his thoughts on his various mainstream projects, which are positive but kind of surface level, though there good anecdotes here and there. I also find his expression of his craft and inspirations kind of obnoxious, and the same goes for his focus on detailing the multiple women he fell in love and messed up with, which he does with a self-awareness that it comes from how much he loves romance and being in love, but ultimately ended up single for decades.
Sometimes people (and their musings) just don't jive with you, even when you appreciate their work. But I will acknowledge and respect his precise awareness of how actors addicted to drama in their work carries this energy over to drama in their real lives (I've only read a handful of actor memoirs at this point, but I don't think I've seen it expressed so succinctly) and his self-awareness of why he's considered difficult and explanation of that in expressing his belief that the product/movie/show deserves that extra mile in order to be good. Don't half-ass things! And he's not embarrassed by the B-movies he made when he needed money, which is also very cool of him.
Maybe I'll come back to this memoir in a few years and it'll click for me then, like what happened with Kathleen Turner's.
Reading his memoir has been very interesting for simple fact that I didn't vibe with it, and that got me thinking about how as readers we come into these kinds of entertainer autobiographies with the expectation that we will be entertained, by their words or their ghostwriter's words on the experience of being a creativity-driven celebrity and what that means to them. The only reason they have the memoir is because they are a celeb, after all. And when, as in this case, I was not entertained*, I felt bad about it because Kilmer is obviously pouring out a great deal of himself in explaining his passion for his craft, his life philosophies, and the wisdoms he wants to share over to other actors that follow. I don't want a dancing monkey to perform for my jollies! This memoir is what he wanted it to be, and there it is.
*Basically I couldn't glean much from his thoughts on his various mainstream projects, which are positive but kind of surface level, though there good anecdotes here and there. I also find his expression of his craft and inspirations kind of obnoxious, and the same goes for his focus on detailing the multiple women he fell in love and messed up with, which he does with a self-awareness that it comes from how much he loves romance and being in love, but ultimately ended up single for decades.
Sometimes people (and their musings) just don't jive with you, even when you appreciate their work. But I will acknowledge and respect his precise awareness of how actors addicted to drama in their work carries this energy over to drama in their real lives (I've only read a handful of actor memoirs at this point, but I don't think I've seen it expressed so succinctly) and his self-awareness of why he's considered difficult and explanation of that in expressing his belief that the product/movie/show deserves that extra mile in order to be good. Don't half-ass things! And he's not embarrassed by the B-movies he made when he needed money, which is also very cool of him.
Maybe I'll come back to this memoir in a few years and it'll click for me then, like what happened with Kathleen Turner's.
