Errol Flynn - Writing and Journalism Efforts

Writing and Journalism Efforts

Flynn's first book, Beam Ends, is an autobiographical account of his sailing trips around Australia, and was published in 1937. His adventure novel Showdown was published in 1946.

Flynn went to Spain in 1937 as a war correspondent to report for the United States during the Spanish Civil War.

Newspaper articles written for the New York Journal American by Flynn documenting his time in Cuba with Fidel Castro and his rebels went unpublished, and were to remain missing until 2009, when they were discovered in the University of Texas at Austin's Center for American History.

His final book, My Wicked, Wicked Ways, was written from August to October 1958 with the aid of ghostwriter Earl Conrad as Flynn, who was suffering from depression, anxiety and alcoholism, had long lost the discipline to write. Published shortly after his death, the book contains humorous anecdotes about life in Hollywood as well as his youth in New Guinea. According to one literary critic, the book "remains one of the most compelling and appalling autobiographies written by a Hollywood star, or anyone else for that matter". Flynn wanted to call the book In Like Me, but the publisher refused.

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