Once upon a time, Howard Hughes set airspeed records and looked like Indiana Jones. Then came the long, slow tailspin into lunacy. By the time of his death in 1976, the image lodged in the public mind was of an aging billionaire with uncut hair and Fu Manchu fingernails hidden in a darkened Las Vegas hotel room. An unhealthy disregard for reality became synonymous with the recluse's name. A fake autobiography by Clifford Irving and the forged "Mormon" will that brought fame to Melvin Dummar only made matters worse. One could never be sure of anything written by or about Howard...
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