The Original Sin

by Anthony Quinn. Little, Brown, $7.95. Is one really to believe that Mr. Quinn has been haunted by the visible, vocal, disgruntled ghost of his eleven-yearold self? Or is the ghost an adroit actor’s conversion of painful memories into objective dramatic form? Either way Mr. Quinn has produced an unusual and disconcerting autobiography. It begins with his parents bushwhacking about with Pancho Villa and ends with Mr. Quinn professionally respected, Hollywood rich, and protesting, most unconvincingly, that he has finally written off the bedeviling collection of grudges acquired on his way from slum to penthouse.