Groucho and me

I've just turned to reading this book, Groucho and Me, written by Julius Henry Marx. I'm now on page 62 and there are still about three quarters of the book left. Don't be fooled by the title, though, because Julius Marx is Groucho Marx's other half. Why his nickname became Groucho, however, was never explained. Maybe he was a grouch?

And this is certainly a "rags to riches" story, written in a manner that is wholly and unmistakenly Groucho's. He wrote like he talked. But if you expect this to be an accurate account of his own intimate life story, you'll find that it's not. Every anecdote he wrote about his journey through life (until page 62, anyway), ends with a punch line. I don't know whether to believe him or not, but the entertainment value certainly makes up for its (apparent lack of) believability.