A very 'Stephen Fry' sort of book which reads as though he's ". . . tucking you up, sweet thing, for a little dose of Stephen . . .". Which is fine if, like me, you like his voice and diction. His boyhood does seem more extreme than most though and he does seem a bit heavy on the self-loathing. How true the former is and how warranted the latter I couldn't say but I certainly enjoyed the read.
(Clive Yelf - bwl 59 Winter 2011 ) |
