The most disappointing thing about Love, Pamela is that it doesn’t come in a form that can be injected directly into your veins.

The explosion of a deeply held cultural myth.

A wild ride traversing terrain around the star most of us have never accessed.

Certainly, she’s smarter and more thoughtful than the person many late-night hosts of the 1990s thought they were talking to, though admittedly that’s a low bar to clear. But what Love, Pamela does best is lay bare the fact that the sexpot caricature of Anderson — the mythic, crushingly larger-than-life idea of her — obscured the charms of the real one.

When the subject of Pamela Anderson comes up, understatement likely isn’t the first word that comes to mind. And yet, as her entirely self-authored memoir, Love, Pamela, makes clear, it is actually her preternatural calling. She can virtually murder a man with a simple declarative sentence.

With Love, Pamela Anderson reliably delivers. There is unselfconscious name-dropping of showbiz mates — Elton John, Eminem, Vivienne Westwood, Amy Winehouse — and outlandish, OTT Hollywood extravagance.

The iconic Anderson uses a mixture of poetry and prose to present an impressionistic view of a fascinating life.

Anderson fully takes control of her own story, addressing the salacious aspects but also sharing inspiring tales of survival, motherhood, and activism..

Epic highs and lows alike are muted in this contemplative memoir by Anderson’s resolute acceptance of things as they are, rather than the way she might like them to be. Would-be villains are reduced to their actions rather than the motivations one might project onto them; irredeemable acts reflect more on the cruelty of the world than the inhumanity of their perpetrators. This same lens is turned on those Anderson loves: even when they commit violence against her or others, accountability never quite slips into condemnation.

Throughout the book, the author displays a remarkable lack of anger. She has faced abuse and mistreatment of many kinds over the decades, but she touches on the most appalling passages lightly.