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Total recall : my unbelievably true life story / Arnold Schwarzenegger ; with Peter Petre.

By: Schwarzenegger, Arnold.
Contributor(s): Petre, Peter.
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookPublisher: London : Simon & Schuster UK, 2012Description: x, 646 pages, [64] pages of plates : illustrations (some color) ; 24 cm.Content type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9781849839716 (hbk.); 9781849839723 (tr. pbk.).Subject(s): Schwarzenegger, Arnold | Motion picture actors and actresses -- United States -- Biography | Actors -- United States -- Biography | Governors -- California -- Biography | Celebrities -- United States -- Biography | Bodybuilders -- United States -- Biography | Austrian Americans -- BiographyDDC classification: 979.4/054092 | B
Contents:
Out of Austria -- Building a body -- Confessions of a tank driver -- Mr. Universe -- Greetings from Los Angeles -- Lazy bastards -- Experts in marble and stone -- Learning American -- The greatest muscle show ever -- Stay hungry -- Pumping iron -- Dream girl -- Maria and me -- What doesn't kill us makes us stronger -- Becoming American -- The Terminator -- Marriage and movies -- Comic timing -- The real life of a terminator -- The Last Action Hero -- Heart trouble -- Family guy -- A political proposition -- Total Recall -- The Governator -- Comeback -- Who needs Washington? -- The real life of a Governator -- The secret -- Arnold's rules.
Summary: A memoir by the bodybuilder, actor, and former governor of California traces his journey to the United States and rise from Mr. Universe champion to millionaire businessman, and discusses his political achievements and the choices he regrets.
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Enhanced descriptions from Syndetics:

Total Recall is the unbelievably true story of Arnold Schwarzenegger's life. Born in the small city of Thal, Austria, in 1947, he moved to Los Angeles at the age of 21. Within ten years, he was a millionaire business man. After twenty years, he was the world's biggest movie star. In 2003, he was Governor of California and a household name around the world.

Includes index.

Out of Austria -- Building a body -- Confessions of a tank driver -- Mr. Universe -- Greetings from Los Angeles -- Lazy bastards -- Experts in marble and stone -- Learning American -- The greatest muscle show ever -- Stay hungry -- Pumping iron -- Dream girl -- Maria and me -- What doesn't kill us makes us stronger -- Becoming American -- The Terminator -- Marriage and movies -- Comic timing -- The real life of a terminator -- The Last Action Hero -- Heart trouble -- Family guy -- A political proposition -- Total Recall -- The Governator -- Comeback -- Who needs Washington? -- The real life of a Governator -- The secret -- Arnold's rules.

A memoir by the bodybuilder, actor, and former governor of California traces his journey to the United States and rise from Mr. Universe champion to millionaire businessman, and discusses his political achievements and the choices he regrets.

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Chapter 1 Out of Austria I was born into a year of famine. It was 1947, and Austria was occupied by the Allied armies that had defeated Hitler's Third Reich. In May, two months before I was born, there were hunger riots in Vienna, and in Styria, the southeastern province where we lived, the food shortages were just as bad. Years later, if my mother wanted to remind me about how much she and my father sacrificed to bring me up, she'd tell me how she'd foraged across the countryside, making her way from farm to farm to collect a little butter, some sugar, some grain. She'd be away three days sometimes. Hamstern, they called it, like a hamster gathering nuts; scrounging for food was so common. Thal was the name of our very typical farm village. A few hundred families made up the entire population, their houses and farms clustered in hamlets connected by footpaths and lanes. The unpaved main road ran for a couple of kilometers up and down low alpine hills covered with fields and pine forests. We saw very little of the British forces who were in charge--just an occasional truck with soldiers rolling through. But to the east, Russians occupied the area, and we were very conscious of them. The Cold War had begun, and we all lived in fear that the Russian tanks would roll in, and we'd be swallowed up into the Soviet empire. The priests in church would scare the congregation with horror stories of Russians shooting babies in the arms of their mothers. Our house was on the top of a hill along the road, and as I was growing up, it was unusual to see more than one or two cars come through a day. A ruined castle dating back to feudal times was right across from us, one hundred yards from our door. On the next rise were the mayor's office; the Catholic church where my mother made us all go to Sunday Mass; the local Gasthaus , or inn, which was the social heart of the village; and the primary school attended by me and my brother, Meinhard, who was a year older than me. My earliest memories are of my mother washing clothes and my father shoveling coal. I was no more than three years old, but the image of my father is especially sharp in my mind. He was a big, athletic guy, and he did a lot of things himself. Every autumn we'd get our winter supply of coal, a truckload dumped in front of our house, and on this occasion he was letting Meinhard and me help him carry it into the cellar. We were always so proud to be his assistants. My father and mom both originally came from working-class families farther north--factory laborers, mostly, in the steel industry. During the chaos at the end of World War II, they'd met in the city of Mürzzuschlag, where my mother, Aurelia Jadrny, was a clerk in a food-distribution center at city hall. She was in her early twenties, and a war widow--her husband had gotten killed just eight months after their wedding. Working at her desk one morning, she noticed my father passing on the street--an older guy, in his late thirties, but tall and good looking and wearing the uniform of the gendarmerie, the rural police. She was crazy about men in uniforms, so every day after that she watched for him. She figured out when his shift was so she would be sure to be at her desk. They'd talk through the open window, and she'd give him some food from whatever they had on hand. His name was Gustav Schwarzenegger. They got married late in 1945. He was thirty-eight, and she was twenty-three. My father was assigned to Thal and put in charge of a four-man post responsible for the village and nearby countryside. The salary was barely enough to live on, but with the job came a place to live: the old forester's lodge, or Forsthaus . The forest ranger, or Forstmeister , lived on the ground floor, and the Inspektor and his family occupied the top. My boyhood home was a very simple stone and brick building, well proportioned, with thick walls and little windows to keep out the alpine winters. We had two bedrooms, each with a coal oven for heat, and a kitchen, where we ate, did our homework, washed ourselves, and played games. The heat in that room was supplied by my mother's stove. There was no plumbing, no shower, and no flushing toilet, just a kind of chamber pot. The nearest well was almost a quarter mile away, and even when it was raining hard or snowing, one of us had to go. So we used as little water as we could. We'd heat it and fill the washbasin and give ourselves sponge or cloth baths--my mother would wash herself first with the clean water; next, my father would wash himself; and then Meinhard and I would have our turn. It didn't matter if we had slightly darker water as long as we could avoid a trip to the well. We had wood furniture, very basic, and a few electric lamps. My father liked pictures and antiques, but when we were growing up, these were luxuries he couldn't afford. Music and cats brought liveliness to our house. My mother played the zither and sang us songs and lullabies, but it was my father who was the real musician. He could play all the wind and reed instruments: trumpets, flügelhorns, saxophones, clarinets. He also wrote music and was the conductor of the region's gendarmerie band--if a police officer died anywhere in the state, the band would play at the funeral. Often on Sundays in summer, we'd go to concerts in the park, where he would conduct and sometimes play. Most of our relatives on his side were musical, but that talent never made it to Meinhard or me. I'm not sure why we had cats instead of dogs--maybe because my mother loved them and they cost nothing because they caught their own food. But we always had lots of cats, running in and out, curling up here and there, bringing down half-dead mice from the attic to show off what great hunters they were. Everyone had his or her own cat to curl up with in bed at night--that was our tradition. At one point, we had seven cats. We loved the cats, but never too much, because there was no such thing as going to the vet. If one of the cats started falling over from being too sick or too old, we'd wait to hear the shot from the backyard--the sound of my father's pistol. My mother, Meinhard, and I would then go out and make a grave with a little cross on top. My mother had a black cat named Mooki that she constantly claimed was unique, although none of us could see why. One day when I was about ten, I was arguing with my mother about not wanting to do my homework. Mooki was nearby, curled up on the couch, as usual. I must have said something really uppity because my mother moved to smack me across the face. I saw it coming and tried to fend her off, but instead I hit her with the back of my arm. In a second, Mooki was off the couch--she leaped up between us and started clawing at my face. pulled her off me and yelled, "Ow! What is this!?" Mom and I looked at each other and burst out laughing, even though I had blood running down my cheek. Finally, she had proof that Mooki was special. Excerpted from Total Recall: My Unbelievably True Life Story by Arnold Schwarzenegger All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

Schwarzenegger devotes the first 200 pages of his autobiography to his austere beginnings in Austria and his single-minded pursuit of a bodybuilding career, which culminated in his winning the Mr. Universe title five times and being Mr. Olympia four times, foreshadowing his drive for bigger and better things. Readers seeking gory details of his affair and subsequent fathering of a son with his housekeeper or his separation from Maria Shriver will be disappointed. He devotes only six pages to it, saying that "people.make stupid choices involving sex." Then he dusts himself off and ends the book with "Arnold's Rules," including, "Turn your liabilities into assets," "Don't follow the crowd," etc. If readers haven't figured it out by now, Schwarzenegger has an ego as massive as this 600-plus-page book. But, then, a person who came from nothing to become a huge movie star, the governor of the United States' most populous state, and the owner of a huge fortune isn't likely to be a shrinking violet. That is largely the lesson in this book. Verdict Though often self-serving, this rags-to-riches tale is surprisingly engaging.-Rosellen Brewer, Sno-Isle Libs., Marysville, WA (c) Copyright 2012. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Publishers Weekly Review

Bodybuilder turned actor turned politician Arnold Schwarzenegger narrates the opening and closing chapters of his memoir, but leaves the remainder of the recording in Stephen Lang's capable hands. In giving voice to the Gover-nator's first-person narrative, Lang works to evoke Schwarzenegger's distinct accent and vocal mannerisms without falling into the trap of mimicry. Ultimately, he succeeds at this effort, particularly in portraying Schwarzenegger's notorious bluster and machismo. Passages related to Schwarzenegger's family tragedies-the loss of his brother in particular-and his courtship of and marriage to Maria Shriver prove especially poignant, as the tough guy comes to terms with tenderness. A Simon & Schuster hardcover. (Oct.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

Booklist Review

Choosing the title of his autobiography must have been easy for Schwarzenegger. Finding a reason for writing it, especially at this particular moment, must have been a lot harder. As everyone (at least everyone who reads the gossip sites) knows, the body builder, movie star, and governor fathered a son with the housekeeper. As Arnold makes clear, he wants nothing more than to reunite with his wife, Maria Shriver. So why go there? Oh, well, Arnold has always been a guy who sets a goal and meets it, so maybe this will work out, too. His strong will was forged in a harsh Austrian environment, where parents and teachers delivered body blows, and dentists didn't use anesthesia. At 10, Arnold knew he would one day come to America, and, by 21, he was a Mr. Universe living large in L.A. His movie career pushed him into superstardom, and when he decided to run for governor, he won that, too (though he left office with an approval rating of 28 percent.) This is a dishy bio on lots of fronts, dipping as it does into the worlds of body building, politics, movies, and the Kennedys. Arnold seems to have a modicum of self-awareness: for instance, he knows he's secretive (you think?), but his last chapter, Arnold's Rules, really reveals him: don't overthink (no problem); stay hungry; change always takes big balls. A guilty pleasure for those who just can't say no.--Cooper, Ilene Copyright 2010 Booklist

Kirkus Book Review

Immigrant muscleman, action-movie star and former California governor pumps himself up. In what reads more like a 650-page annotated rsum than a dishy celebrity memoir, the life story of Schwarzenegger (The New Encyclopedia of Modern Bodybuilding, 1999, etc.) seems to have been penned by his soulless celluloid alter ego, the Terminator. Born in Austria the son of a card-carrying Nazi, the author began idolizing bodybuilders as a youngster. After a slapstick-filled stint as a tank driver in the Austrian army, Schwarzenegger dove headfirst into the world of bodybuilding, flexing and posing his way to the Mr. Universe title by the time he was 21. He then invaded America. From here, the author drags us through his version of the American dream: the endless weight training, real estate deals, political suckups and bad movies; the Humvee and private jet; his affair with Amazon man-hunter Brigitte Nielsen and rivalry with Sly Stallone; his love for Richard Nixon, his penchant for saying "outrageous" (read: stupid) things and his pathological zeal for self-promotion, and much more. Schwarzenegger documents his one-man Hollywood takeover in a blur of name-dropping and efficiently adds up the profits from each of his movies. By 2010, in addition to being a washed-up actor, the author was also the dubious mastermind behind the flashy culinary failure of Planet Hollywood and a lame-duck conservative ex-governor with record-low approval ratings. But just when it seemed like he was out of the spotlight, Schwarzenegger stirred up some saucy domestic drama, admitting to his wife that he impregnated the family housekeeper in 1996. Yet the iron-willed author admits to few imperfections and apologizes for little. A vapid, hulking doorstopper of a self-tribute.]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.