Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Many books require no thought from those who read them, and for a very simple reason; they made no such demand upon those who wrote them.



Second post! Whoot!

I visited the library today: borrowed Dawn French's Dear Fatty and Never Have Your Dog Stuffed by Alan Alda. Both are celebrity memoirs - I am unashamedly addicted to autobiographies. In generality they are 100% more entertaining than biographies - even the popular biographies which rely on scandal and rumour to keep readers' attention - though occasionally you come across a dud. I don't reccomend There and Back Again - An Actor's Tale by Sean Astin; which had scandal and rumour and STILL managed to be boring and unentertaining: if you want a good LOTR film book read Gollum: How We Made Movie Magic by Andy Serkis, who manages to keep it personal but still generate interest through a genuine talent for storytelling.

If you're interested (and who wouldn't be?) in more memoirs I also reccomend:

Parcel Arrived Safely: Tied With String
by Michael Crawford

Surprised by Joy by C. S. Lewis (I've read a ton of biographies about him and none of them shapes up to be as interesting and gripping as his own perspective)

My Family And Other Animals by Gerald Durrell

Bono On Bono (which isn't really autobiographical in the strictest sense - it's really a series of interviews. Still a good read, though.)

Good stuff.

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