in some ways my review for this book is very personal, and says more about my relationship with my class and my dad than anything else. but dont let that fool you; whilst being both deeply personal and highly relatable for me, this book is also brilliant.
initially i picked it up because i was on a binge rewatch of doctor who, and have always been fascinated with christopher eccleston as an actor i have hardly seen in anything else BUT who. i saw heroes and fortitude, both of which he's sparingly in, and comparatively as the doctor he has almost no screen time also.
i didnt know much about christopher eccleston prior to listening to the audiobook aside from the fact he considered doctor who "just another job" and that he didnt have the personal love and connection that later doctors, like tennant and capaldi, have with the show. that being said, i dived in and got ready to listen to ecclestons dulcet northern accent for 12 hours.
and man, was it a good 12 hours... (admittedly drawn over about 2 weeks from walking to work)
this book is very much about a few choice topics, namely: being a working class northerner, having an unspoken relationship with your father, being a working class actor, dealing with one's own mental health issues, and the death and dementia of a parent.
in some ways i dont really relate to any of these topics; i am working class but i am from the south, close to london with many more opportunities than northern kids. i'm not an actor, nor will i ever be one, my own struggles with mental health are not akin to eccleston's suicidal tendancies and eating disorders, and neither of my parents are dead nor do they have dementia. and yet the way eccleston writes about this topics, so simply, workman-like almost, is so easily digestible. his description is honest and not flowery. he is never at any point describing a room, but describing how he felt in the room with the people in it. im reminded of limmy's biography, which was a much more visual retelling of his life. i could imagine his grimy flat and the streets of glasgow. but there's less of that in eccleston because thats not the point.
i dont want to talk about the way eccleston writes too much either, because in some ways thats also not the point. i do think it could have done with a slightly better editing job, something other reviewers have said, and there were points of the audiobook narration where i swear i heard Eccleston himself slur over words, but for the most part this book got me captured in what it was exploring. this is the best book to capture that unspoken love that goes between an emotionally repressed working man and his family. eccleston understands what it means to be on the receiving end of the anger of a working man, and how while it is certainly not right, the anger is real. eccleston doesnt fetishize being working class either; he recognises that working class life isnt "better" bc we are underprivileged, but that while many are uneducated they are just as if not more intelligent than many middle class folks. his sense of justice for the underdog is so real and aware.
in some ways my review of this book is lacking because i'm just listing the things i loved about it. its not art in a book, (even though in a way all books are art) but it is totally selfaware and actualised. this is not a pretentious book, but it is simple, powerful and emotional. and, for me at least, it was very real.
listened: cold and dark bus stop marketplace in heanor. the smell of dominos pizza is overwhelming and i am hungry. but its very cold and i have no money