Peter Falk turns out to have a talent for writing in much the same way he talks.. in wry commentary, with no small amount of wit.
He sets out his stall early on - he has no intention of telling you his life story, but instead wants to write a book that you can pick up for 10 minutes before bed, or in the bath, and enjoy a few entertaining stories. Nonetheless, in doing so (and in no particular order), we do learn much about his life, just little about what he thinks about the important events in his life - only some of what he enjoyed or found funny in it.
The end result leaves you much with the feeling of having sat down and had a chat with the man over a beer, swapping stories of people and places. Subjects covered range from his admiration and friendship with John Cassavetes, his role of Columbo (of course) and some of his leading ladies, to his wife, his early travels and quite a few of his favourite ad libs from other stars. Basically it feels like it is whatever came into his head on the day he sat down at the typewriter.
As such, this is a quiet success.. he uses much space on the page with different fonts and sizes of font to break up the text and make his point, so that there actually is very little reading in the book. There are plenty of photos and drawings (we find out he has a passion for sketching and drawing).
Entertaining as a light frothy read, although if you want more on his inner thoughts and life story, or an exposé of Hollywood, best look elsewhere. As a work of literature this may not rate highly, but for its intended audience (the folk who want that 10 minute read in the bath or before bed) it fits the bill nicely.