Books published by publisher L.A. Weekly Books

Okay, so at least you're interested enough to pick up this book and look inside. I think you and I are going to get along just fine. Life is full of choices. Right now, yours is whether or not to buy the autobiography of a mid-grade, kind of hammy actor. Am I supposed to know this guy? you think to yourself.No, and that's exactly the point. Bookstores are chock full of household name actors and their high stakes shenanigans. I don't want to be a spoilsport, but we've all been down that road before. Case in point: look to your left - see that Judy Garland book? You don't need that, you know plenty about her already - great voice, crappy life. Now look to your right at the Charlton Heston book. You don't need to cough up hard-earned dough for that either. You know his story too - great voice, crappy toupee. The truth is that though you might not have a clue who I am, there are countless working stiffs like me out there, grinding away every day at the wheel of fortune.If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B Movie Actor is my first book, and I invite you to ride with me through the choppy waters of blue collar Hollywood. Okay, so buy the damned book already and read like the wind!Best,Bruce CampbellP.S. If the book sucks, at least there are gobs of pictures, and they're not crammed in the middle like all those other actor books.

My Chin Can Kill is a delightfully irreverent, yet oddly touching, epic of ambition and disappointment, fame and anonymity, and lots of fake blood. Told in Bruce's wry, sarcastic voice, it is a "Hollywood from the bleacher seats" look at his experiences in film and TV and at his status as a cult horror and sci-fi movie god. This man with the face of a matinee idol and the heart of a Three Stooge first attracted what has grown into an enormous cult following as the star of Sam Raimi's legendary Evil Dead trilogy of thriller-comedies. With tireless good humor and biting wit, Bruce acted, produced, and directed his way through a baker's dozen of "B" horror films and space operas before finally enjoying mainstream stardom on prime-time TV. Deeply earnest and fiercely funny, this book tells the story of an unlikely star who continues to lead a unique double life as cult movie icon and regular Joe.

Okay, let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t write this book to de-convert anyone. Honest. So, if you’re a devout Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Mormon, Catholic, Scientologist, or whatever, you just keep on doin’ what you’re doin’. No offense, but, as long as you’re a good person who doesn’t try to shove your beliefs down my throat or protest at military funerals, I really couldn’t give a rodent’s rectum about your spirituality. It’s none of my business. Go to church. Don’t eat pork. Worship Ganesh. Pray your rosary. Do…well, whatever the fuck those batshit crazy Scientologists do. Jump on couches and pretend you’re on Oprah? Whatever. If it keeps you from going on a multi-state killing spree armed with grenades and an Uzi, knock yourself out!For your information, I wrote this book, well, for your information. That’s it. Over the years I’ve been asked more and more how I went from being a Catholic to a teen atheist to a rabid Bible thumper (with a mullet!) to a (somewhat) mild-mannered atheist and I’ve always said, “It’s a really long story. I’ll write a book about it someday. I promise.” Now, after repeating this oath a bazillion or two times, frankly, I’m tired of stalling. So, instead of procrastinating more or becoming rude to (mostly) well-meaning folks who are just curious, here ya go. I done wrote a book about it. So if this book offends you, don’t launch a campaign to re-convert me. Don’t carpet bomb me with hellfire and brimstone e-mails. If you’re really pissed off, I’m so nice I’ll give you a list of names and home addresses of all the people who’ve pestered me for the story contained within these pages. So go bother THEM! It’s their fault this book exists, not mine!Incidentally, if you feel so inclined, you can pray for me. That’s cool. Whatever lights your altar candles, pardner. That’s none of my business either.