The reason Hunter gives for writing this book is to advise those of us heading into old age. I'm 65 this year so (hopefully) heading there. This book is a memoir of his life between the ages of 80 and 82. He does warn us that this account will be personal, and it is very personal. The question remains, will it be informative?
The ‘Wisdoms’ sections are too often the kind of wisdom you find in a Christmas cracker. There are some funny ones to be fair, such as signs of growing old; driving in the slow lane and avoiding reversing if you can. Guilty!
The chapter on ‘Legal Positions’ isn't wrong, but it's stuck halfway between being an account of post death legal issues and an online help page. The latter would be far more useful, I think. Yet, that stated, I have put in my diary to check my will this week and a couple of other personal notes should I pop my clogs unexpectedly.
My initial impression of the book is that there is a lot of repetition and trivial material which I think an editor might have cut. On the other hand, as I got more into the book, I warmed more to his style. It became like chatting to grandad, or even my Dad. He’s 93, and he repeats himself a lot, but it’s part of his charm. The tone is often curmudgeonly, which is both a vice and privilege of the elderly, perhaps.
‘Happy Old Me’ seems like an ironic title, yet it isn’t and Davies insists he is happy, even if it doesn’t always seem so in this book. At times it is like reading the transcript of an internal monologue. At other times, it’s like a chat in his back garden, and the reader may feel as if they are sitting by his side.
There is a moving story being told here. His deceased wife is ever present in the narrative. Perhaps because of Davies’ Stoicism, this never takes centre stage. She is always standing in the wings. It is as if, despite her physical absence, she is spiritually present. For me, ideas of loss and legacy for our loved ones is a theme of the book.
‘Happy Old Me’ gave me much food for thought. I found its repetitive style occasionally maddening, but it’s a rewarding read if you stick with it. I have not come across Hunter Davies before this book. Perhaps those who have followed his journalistic career will be familiar with his style and authorial voice. It’s definitely one for his fan club!