I'm not one to devour a biography of any kind. An autobiography is perhaps a bit more bearable since you at least get the vaguely comforting first-per...moreI'm not one to devour a biography of any kind. An autobiography is perhaps a bit more bearable since you at least get the vaguely comforting first-person narrative of a kind of novel. Still, I'm a huge fan of Russell Brand and I wanted to give this a go. It only took me three days to finish this book, which is a miracle, considering it being all non-fictiony. I accomplished this because of the following factors; it's a really fascinating story, and I was actually curious to know what exactly was going to happen (or had happened) next in this man's life. The writing itself is remarkably stylish, preserving the very English and delightfully eccentric way that Mr. Brand speaks. I could probably put an umbrella around all of this and just outright say that this is a really great book. It's touching and inspiring and hilarious and ludicrous and appalling and all of that wonderful real-life gritty nastiness.
This book is not for the faint of heart or those prone to panic attacks. He's really done some horrible things in just the 30+ years he's been alive. But that's one of the things that makes it so amazing is that he admits to every last mistake and indiscretion, not without shame, but with a kind of glorious acceptance of it. He writes to people the way he speaks to people; like you're best friends siting in a kitchen parlor. You can't help but feel like you know him, and in knowing him you can't help but love the man.
The only real shame of the whole thing is that he's still a fairly young man and to have already written an autobiography leaves me wondering if perhaps he's anticipating an early demise. It honestly wouldn't surprise me, but I very much doubt that it's the case. Towards the last paragraphs of the book he talks about plans to write and publish more memoirs, I certainly hope he does. I can't wait to read them, and it'll be just like him to publish a sequel to his life story.
In any case, I love Russell Brand. He's always struck me as a very sweet person who really genuinely wants everyone to just get alone and get on and I was a bit worried that reading this book would possibly tarnish that delightfully simple view of him, but it's only helped to explain quite a lot:) (less)
This is one of the greatest books to just crack open any time you need a good laugh. The humour is probably not for everyone, but for those select peo...moreThis is one of the greatest books to just crack open any time you need a good laugh. The humour is probably not for everyone, but for those select people who do appreciate the subtle, the ludicrous and the surreal branches of the funny-tree, this book is a classic. It’s one of those that I have to pluck off the shelf again every couple of weeks.(less)
**spoiler alert** I just don't understand... That ending? Why?! And how could you? and again WHY, I ask you, Mr. Gaiman!? Honestly, you set up the two...more**spoiler alert** I just don't understand... That ending? Why?! And how could you? and again WHY, I ask you, Mr. Gaiman!? Honestly, you set up the two things you need for a deliriously happy ending (Babylon Candles and the idea of Tristran having claim to the heart of the star and thus immortality), and instead of giving him immortality and the opportunity for the happy couple to live as gods in the heavens, he just DIES?! and she's all alone and staring sadly at the stars? How could you... I've read enough books that make me burst into tears legitimately. I wanted a happy ending... still, good show. Wonderfully written and all of that, but why must you do this to me? I fall madly in love with this wonderful book and all these charming little bits of ink that come together to create a wonderful story and then I'm left all heartbroken that even in fiction things don't always turn out to be their happiest.
It's really upsetting. I'm far too delicate to bare much more like it, please, please never be so cruel again. It's only a big deal because I was so very wrapped up in the thing.
That, having been said (or ranted, if rant can be a verb... it can, can't it?) I must say, I was enthralled and impressed as always. Charming. Positively charming. Professor Charming, department of Charm University of Ultimate Charmosity.
I can't figure out whether the movie having this happy, happy ending was the result of movie people arguing with whatever high point was trying to be made with giving a story that needed a deliriously happy ending a bitter-sweet one instead, or if the happy, happy ending was the result of an epiphany on the part of the beloved author...
I am looking forward to further loosing little bits of my soul to more of Mr. Gaiman's books. (less)