This one has taken some deliberating over. Three long years, and three legal reads, along with one behind-the-scenes legal hearing which cost the other party a great deal when they had already been told that in the United Kingdom and most other countries, one cannot libel the dead. There are a few who might not like some of this, and to them I say--tough titties. I didn't write it for you. I wrote it for myself, my mother, and all those important people that I have loved and lost. Currently it's only available as hard-back print and digital from Lulu. It will be released on Amazon and all the other outlets, and in stores, in around 6-8 weeks time.
David Bret has spent 30 years writing about the famous, but now dishes the dirt on himself, holding nothing back when discussing the ones he loved, those he did not. Born in France, adopted by a British couple, he suffered physical and mental abuse at the hands of a Machiavellian father, a serial adulterer whose cruelty knew no bounds. Unable to find love at home, he searched for solace in the arms of lovers of both sexes. Initially, these were ordinary men and women. There was a platonic relationship with Peter Sutcliffe, before he became The Yorkshire Ripper. When starting to gain plaudits as a biographer, his intimates became more celebrity orientated. Marlene Dietrich, Dorothy Squires and the French chanteuse, Barbara, took him to their hearts, as did others. In these very candid memoirs, Bret recalls his eccentric family, celebrity friends and lovers, but is unsparing towards the father he got away from only when his mother chose suicide rather than to continue suffering.