A number one bestseller in Britain that topped the lists there for months, Stephen Fry's astonishingly frank, funny, wise memoir is the book that his fans everywhere have been waiting for. Since his PBS television debut in the Blackadder series, the American profile of this multitalented writer, actor and comedian has grown steadily, especially in the wake of his title rol
A number one bestseller in Britain that topped the lists there for months, Stephen Fry's astonishingly frank, funny, wise memoir is the book that his fans everywhere have been waiting for. Since his PBS television debut in the Blackadder series, the American profile of this multitalented writer, actor and comedian has grown steadily, especially in the wake of his title role in the film Wilde, which earned him a Golden Globe nomination, and his supporting role in A Civil Action.
Fry has already given readers a taste of his tumultuous adolescence in his autobiographical first novel,
The Liar
, and now he reveals the equally tumultuous life that inspired it. Sent to boarding school at the age of seven, he survived beatings, misery, love affairs, carnal violation, expulsion, attempted suicide, criminal conviction and imprisonment to emerge, at the age of eighteen, ready to start over in a world in which he had always felt a stranger. One of very few Cambridge University graduates to have been imprisoned prior to his freshman year, Fry is a brilliantly idiosyncratic character who continues to attract controversy, empathy and real devotion.
This extraordinary and affecting book has "a tragic grandeur that lifts it to classic status," raved the
Financial Times
in one of the many ecstatic British reviews. Stephen Fry's autobiography, in turns funny, shocking, sad, bruisingly frank and always compulsively readable, could well become a classic gay coming-of-age memoir.
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Hardcover
,
366 pages
Published
May 25th 1999
by Random House
(first published 1997)
In Foucault’s
The History of Sexuality
there is a chapter where (and I’m simplifying and summarising, possibly far too much) he compares Eastern and Western ways of sex. Basically in the East people are ‘initiated’ into sex – they are taught sex as one might be taught to dance. No one is expected to just know – it is something you need to learn. In the West we don’t bother with that sort of thing. What we do is turn sex into a science. We feel the need to talk endlessly about sex – Kinsy and Hit
In Foucault’s
The History of Sexuality
there is a chapter where (and I’m simplifying and summarising, possibly far too much) he compares Eastern and Western ways of sex. Basically in the East people are ‘initiated’ into sex – they are taught sex as one might be taught to dance. No one is expected to just know – it is something you need to learn. In the West we don’t bother with that sort of thing. What we do is turn sex into a science. We feel the need to talk endlessly about sex – Kinsy and Hite as much as Freud. And most of all, we do love to confess. There is a sense in which a good autobiography is really little more than a good confession. How we ever stopped all being Catholic is quite beyond me – but I never have understood religion. In short then, in the East they like to dance, in the West we like to get the sex over as quick as we can so we can all head down to the pub to tell our mates.
In a review of another of Fry’s books I wrote at the start of the week and before I had started reading this one I said, “The thing I like most about Fry’s writing is that it is disarmingly honest.” Now, you would have thought I would have been primed for a good dose of honesty here – this being his autobiography. But no, this book was infinitely more honest than I had a right to expect.
I enjoyed this book so much – so much that it may become a Christmas present for mum, hard to say. This takes his life up until he was about 20. He is the last person I could imagine ever being in gaol. The idea of him being a thief is even harder to reconcile.
There is a constant air of foreboding about this book. There are dark, dark thunder clouds – virtually always near enough to be heard, but for the most part still on the horizon. The storms never prove to be quite as horrible as they are in anticipation, but the anticipation is beautifully crafted.
I’ve long believed that we are only the vague acquaintances of our former selves – sometimes not even that. Fry brings this point out forcefully in a poem he wrote at 15 to his 25 year old self – the sell out he knew his 25 year old self would have to become. We are obsessed with the myth of the continuity of our ‘self’ – Fry plays with this idea in a fascinating way in the latter parts of this book.
There is remarkably little sex. I would have expected more, to be honest, but prefer that there is not more. If you believe all homosexuals are rampant sex manics you might be a bit disappointed with this book. Fry is perhaps the best known and best loved homosexual in Britain – or maybe that is Alan Bennett? – anyway, I’d have thought that this book would do as much as any to help dispel the eternal evil that is homophobia. I loved his ‘explanation’ of how he knew he was gay – that he never fantasised about having sex with women, only ever with men. This is about the only way anyone can tell their sexuality, I’d have thought.
People might find the swearing more challenging than the sex, though. There are four letter words that begin with F and even with C and both used repeatedly. Because of the frequent use of the C word I’m in the curious position of being able to buy this book for my mother, but not for Lorena. What a funny world we live in.
I’m particularly fond of people holding forth – and Fry does this throughout the book, and then undercuts it all nicely with typically British self-deprecation.
This was a good autobiography, at times quite amusing and at other times quite painful – a bit like life itself really.
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I am not English
I am not Jewish
I am not Gay
I am not Male
I did not go through an English public school system or prison.
I understood and related to every single beautiful syllable of this beautiful, beautiful memoir.
Stephen Fry's first autobiography was an absolute pleasure from start to finish. He is a true master of words. This 'celebrity tell all' is heavy and pungent with words. Nice sweaty words filled with flavour and colour.
I loved the large rants, tangents, separated by these wonderful
I am not English
I am not Jewish
I am not Gay
I am not Male
I did not go through an English public school system or prison.
I understood and related to every single beautiful syllable of this beautiful, beautiful memoir.
Stephen Fry's first autobiography was an absolute pleasure from start to finish. He is a true master of words. This 'celebrity tell all' is heavy and pungent with words. Nice sweaty words filled with flavour and colour.
I loved the large rants, tangents, separated by these wonderful skits, anecdotes from his life.
It is everything a good/great memoir should be, open, indulgent, philosophical, passionate, truthful, extravagant, confessional, with a hint of inaccuracy that only personal memory can provide.
I would find it tough to fully explain why I dislike this book because to do so would require a long essay and frankly, it doesn't deserve that.
In summary, I am very disappointed. Like a lot of people, I had got used to Stephen Fry the "national treasure" and I looked forward to understanding and appreciating a little more of this enigma. The man with millions of Twitter followers.
The problem is, I ended up wishing I hadn't bothered.
On the one hand I found myself disliking the author in a way
I would find it tough to fully explain why I dislike this book because to do so would require a long essay and frankly, it doesn't deserve that.
In summary, I am very disappointed. Like a lot of people, I had got used to Stephen Fry the "national treasure" and I looked forward to understanding and appreciating a little more of this enigma. The man with millions of Twitter followers.
The problem is, I ended up wishing I hadn't bothered.
On the one hand I found myself disliking the author in a way I hadn't anticipated. This in itself is not a reason to dislike a book although in the case of an autobiography it doesn't help.
Clearly you should judge his character for yourself; his use (and abuse) of privilege, his dishonesty (not just in terms of thieving), his problems with bipolar disorder and his own achievements in TV and other areas are all things that are matters of personal opinion. All I will say is that this book has somewhat spoiled my enjoyment of his fantastic portrayal of the Jeeves character and that is a crime the author himself might understand. I do feel obliged to appreciate anyone who manages to make a half-decent mark in the world and so I'll get over it.
For the book itself, I found the writing variable. Sometimes there are glimpses of good prose and you kid yourself that this man is actually living up to the hype. However, the sum of the parts left me feeling that this is a hollow book written by a hollow man.
It seems to me that he justifies everything by clouding your mind with words. In between the descriptions of his amazingly well appointed schools are passionate apologies, heartfelt splurges of polemic and hints of mental eccentricity.
I think most of this is an act. He dismisses his own intelligence but then spends a lot of effort creating the impression that he is a victim of his own superlative brain and character. This is privileged man who uses words and quotations to create an aura of erudition around himself when on close inspection there is little to justify this view.
"Oh I am not so very bright and even if I were, I wouldn't care" said the dull boy to the judge. Sure.
Clearing away this cloud, I realised that I found his thoughts overblown and poorly presented. About a third of the way in I remembered that I had read "The Liar" and that it was, frankly, trash. Here, underneath the excessive verbiage and constant reference to his extensive literary knowledge, his own thoughts come through as a mishmash of gimcrack (his word) ideas, self-aggrandising and egotistical nonsense covered at appropriate times by the aforementioned passionate apologies.
Finally, it occurred to me that this book tells us a lot about our society. Surface over substance. We see Stephen Fry the genius say a few smart things on TV and ergo he is amazingly talented in the eyes of the people.
We don't look underneath; we tag, we label, we assume.
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Look, it's no secret to anyone who knows me in the slightest: I love this man. He is my inspiration and my hero, I love his attitude to life, his sense of humour and unflinching ability to stand up and speak out for what he believes in.
He here tells a brutally honest account of his growing up and how he first came to realise that he was gay. He takes the reader through his days in a boarding school where he struggled to fit in and constantly rebelled against, without knowing quite why. He tells
Look, it's no secret to anyone who knows me in the slightest: I love this man. He is my inspiration and my hero, I love his attitude to life, his sense of humour and unflinching ability to stand up and speak out for what he believes in.
He here tells a brutally honest account of his growing up and how he first came to realise that he was gay. He takes the reader through his days in a boarding school where he struggled to fit in and constantly rebelled against, without knowing quite why. He tells of his troubled mind and how it led him to spend time in prison prior to completing his education at Cambridge, he also speaks of his first love and questions his own thoughts and feelings. Fry attempts to analyse his own behaviour, struggling himself to understand why he grew up the way he did when he was treated no differently to his brother.
It is honest, it is funny, poignant and sometimes sad. It is nearly always curious and often confused. But it is never apologetic. Good for you, Stephen.
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Reading this book was much like listening to an interesting but self-important guest at a dinner party, who buttonholes you at the hors d'oeuvres and talks to you all night on a wide range of subjects. It's funny and endearing when Fry actually tells stories from his childhood, but he frequently goes off on tangents, which mostly involve long opinionated rants about random subjects, which add nothing to the story. For someone who is such a navel-gazer, he also seems strangely to lack self-awaren
Reading this book was much like listening to an interesting but self-important guest at a dinner party, who buttonholes you at the hors d'oeuvres and talks to you all night on a wide range of subjects. It's funny and endearing when Fry actually tells stories from his childhood, but he frequently goes off on tangents, which mostly involve long opinionated rants about random subjects, which add nothing to the story. For someone who is such a navel-gazer, he also seems strangely to lack self-awareness -- this might be a deliberate literary ploy, but I was left feeling that he didn't really understand himself or the effect his own experiences have had on him.
Still, I listened to the audiobook version read by Fry himself, and most of the weaknesses of this book are glossed over or forgotten under his skilled performance.
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[(Although at times it was strangely disturbing to listen to. Fry's voice is most familiar as the reader of the Harry Potter books, and these stories of his public school days, written the same year as the first Harry Potter novel, resonate strangely with those novels. The innocence in the Harry Potter series has its flipside here. It is strange to hear recounted in the same voice used for Harry and Ron and Dumbledore, the stories of the darkside of boarding school - beatings, bullying, stealing, rape by older boys in the bathrooms, all given in a light and witty tone.)
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Sometimes I like to daydream about who I would invite to my ideal dinner party, and Stephen Fry is always at the top of my list. He's funny, erudite, active, and kind. Basically he's my idea of a perfect man, and of course, he's gay as a Christmas tree. Ah well, you can't get everything in life, and I would settle for a conversation with him.
After hearing Fry read this book, his own autobiography covering the first 20 years or so of his life, I feel like I've had that conversation. I feel like I
Sometimes I like to daydream about who I would invite to my ideal dinner party, and Stephen Fry is always at the top of my list. He's funny, erudite, active, and kind. Basically he's my idea of a perfect man, and of course, he's gay as a Christmas tree. Ah well, you can't get everything in life, and I would settle for a conversation with him.
After hearing Fry read this book, his own autobiography covering the first 20 years or so of his life, I feel like I've had that conversation. I feel like I know him, like he's a favorite uncle whose stories I love to hear over and over again.
And what stories! To hear Fry tell it, he was a hellion of the highest order when he was a boy; stealing, lying, and falling in love with beautiful boys. You get the sense that he was always aware of his extremely high intellect and was able to use it on other people from an early age. I couldn't help but smile at his telling of his antics, and gasping incredulously at how daring he could be.
Fry has always been so willing to communicate with the world. He puts out a revealing and entertaining twitter feed, makes excellent documentaries on his own struggles with manic-depressive disorder among many other topics, and is a prolific writer. I'm a great admirer of his, and greatly look forward to reading the next installment in his life story,
The Fry Chronicles
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There's no denying that Stephen Fry is absurdly smart, and veddy, veddy funny. I've adored him since he was Jeeves to Hugh Laurie's Wooster. He could annotate a shopping list from 1986 and I'd be enthralled. Of course, his early life was full of much more interesting things--private English schools in the 1970s (a couple of which he was asked to leave), a suicide attempt, early explorations of his homosexuality, earnest struggles to find just where his genius might lie.
I was a tiny bit anguishe
There's no denying that Stephen Fry is absurdly smart, and veddy, veddy funny. I've adored him since he was Jeeves to Hugh Laurie's Wooster. He could annotate a shopping list from 1986 and I'd be enthralled. Of course, his early life was full of much more interesting things--private English schools in the 1970s (a couple of which he was asked to leave), a suicide attempt, early explorations of his homosexuality, earnest struggles to find just where his genius might lie.
I was a tiny bit anguished, though, to realize that this memoir only went through his unlikely acceptance to Cambridge, and then stops. Cambridge is where he did two things I've always been fascinated by: kicked ass on University Challenge, and was best pals with Hugh Laurie and Emma Thompson. I really, really hope he writes another memoir.
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How can you not love a man, that in the middle of why he kept his crooked nose veers off to discourse on how the monarchy is the crooked nose of Great Britain. Brilliant stuff!
Stephen has such a command of language and the written word that I felt his pains and triumphs. He agonizes over his lack of musical ability yet in the next breath he's soaring with his first tale of love. His love of words. His
toys
as he calls them. Strengthening my own love of language.
Unlike others, I knew a few things
How can you not love a man, that in the middle of why he kept his crooked nose veers off to discourse on how the monarchy is the crooked nose of Great Britain. Brilliant stuff!
Stephen has such a command of language and the written word that I felt his pains and triumphs. He agonizes over his lack of musical ability yet in the next breath he's soaring with his first tale of love. His love of words. His
toys
as he calls them. Strengthening my own love of language.
Unlike others, I knew a few things going in so I didn't find a lot of what he relayed quite so shocking. What I did find surprising is just how sincere he is over the pain some of his misadventures had caused others. A lot of biographies of celebrities either celebrate their crimes or try and sweep them under a rug. Stephen faces his head on and I found that profoundly heartening.
I am absurdly glad that I already have
The Fry Chronicles
so that I don't have to wait to continue Stephen's memoirs.
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Whatever your expectations for this book, it will outstrip them. No, that's an understatement. It will take those expectations, multiply them with a factor of 10 or so, take you through 60s England, through the land of schoolboy mischief and lies and heartbreak, show you kindness and compassion along the way, go off on tangents about music and madness and philosophy,and leave you with mad props and respect and love for one Mr. Fry.
For that is the heart of it, of this book and of the writing and
Whatever your expectations for this book, it will outstrip them. No, that's an understatement. It will take those expectations, multiply them with a factor of 10 or so, take you through 60s England, through the land of schoolboy mischief and lies and heartbreak, show you kindness and compassion along the way, go off on tangents about music and madness and philosophy,and leave you with mad props and respect and love for one Mr. Fry.
For that is the heart of it, of this book and of the writing and all that contained therein: Stephen Fry. Incredibly funny, witty, kind, compassionate, brutally honest and very, very clever.
This is deceptively titled as an autobiography, for it is much, much more than that. Yes, it is a book chronicling the first 20 years of Stephen's life, no doubt - but it is also a book that goes much beyond the life of one schoolboy and into the wild territory of intellectual passions and real world cruelties. Stephen is prone to going off on tangents now and then on anything that tickles his fancy, in the best way possible.
He has more than a way with words, one of the chief reasons why reading this book is such an enjoyable experience. It is a delight to watch Stephen go about anecdotes and essays, conversations and explanations as he weaves his web of verbal dexterity, balances on a trapeze of mental kickbacks and does tricks with words.
Can you imagine being sent to a boarding school 200 miles from where you lived? Well, Stephen Fry doesn’t have to.
Fry’s autobiography, intriguingly entitled Moab is my Washpot, tells of how he managed to live through beatings, expulsion, imprisonment, probation and suicide attempts – all before he was eighteen! He states in the novel that he promised himself he would never write an autobiography unless he was honest throughout and did not try to make himself out as the good guy. Well, he certain
Can you imagine being sent to a boarding school 200 miles from where you lived? Well, Stephen Fry doesn’t have to.
Fry’s autobiography, intriguingly entitled Moab is my Washpot, tells of how he managed to live through beatings, expulsion, imprisonment, probation and suicide attempts – all before he was eighteen! He states in the novel that he promised himself he would never write an autobiography unless he was honest throughout and did not try to make himself out as the good guy. Well, he certainly didn’t paint himself as the good guy in Moab is my Washpot. He is brutally honest about his school and post-school life, but sometimes to almost an intolerable extent. Some passages leave you wishing you had skipped a few paragraphs, because of the thoughts that were once passing through Fry’s head at the time and the actions of older students at his boarding school – namely “Derwent”.
The tone changes in the middle if the book as he goes deeper into his problems (of which there were many) and shows the very, very dark and troublesome childhood of this otherwise seemingly funny and cheery comedian. He often uses false names for people in his book, to save them much embarrassment.
The last third of the book returns to relative sanity, or at least becomes so interesting that it is hard to put the book down. It explains how and why he turned eighteen (came of age) in a rotten diner, many thousands of miles away from his family.
But despite his criminal activities, Fry emerged a year or so later to be accepted into Cambridge University.
Before you read this you have to know that you will never read another autobiography the same way, if ever. Once you have read his brutally frank book, you will realise that a lot of autobiographies (but by no means all) really do paint the author as the “good guy”. Either that or Stephen Fry was very odd, which you have to ask when you read this excerpt. This was from a letter he wrote to himself at the age of fifteen, not be opened until he was twenty-five:
“Well I tell you now that everything I feel now, everything I am now is truer and better than anything I shall ever be. Ever. This is me now, the real me. Every day that I grow away from the me that is writing this now is a betrayal and a defeat”
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I love Stephen Fry. No matter what one may think of him (and I personally think he's brilliant), the man's command of the English language is wonderful, and he uses it to his full advantage in this memoir of his childhood years. The book is made up of a few large chapters detailing various periods in his early life (his move across schools, the realisation of his sexuality, his first love, his arrest/incarceration) and ends with his acceptance into Cambridge. This book reminded me an awful lot o
I love Stephen Fry. No matter what one may think of him (and I personally think he's brilliant), the man's command of the English language is wonderful, and he uses it to his full advantage in this memoir of his childhood years. The book is made up of a few large chapters detailing various periods in his early life (his move across schools, the realisation of his sexuality, his first love, his arrest/incarceration) and ends with his acceptance into Cambridge. This book reminded me an awful lot of
Roald Dahl
's
Boy: Tales of Childhood
, in both its eloquence and its quintessential Englishness, with both men writing in such a way that you feel like you're truly there, experiencing the depicted events as they occur. The ability to do such a thing is truly rare, and I think the world is therefore lucky that Fry continues to write for us. Overall, a great book about the youth of an extraordinary man, and an excellent precursor to
The Fry Chronicles
.
Note: Fry is unapologetic for his sexuality (as he rightly should be) and goes into quite graphic detail of his homosexual experimentation as a child/teen, so a few sections of this book might be discomforting to some. That said, they're written quite matter-of-factly (and are not over-sexualised at all), so it shouldn't be a problem for anyone.
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In which Stephen Fry gives a frank and funny recounting of the first twenty years of his life. Dude’s got balls, man: I could
never
be this honest about myself or my life. And I’m saying that as someone who has not emerged semi-intact from the truly insane-sounding English public school system. It really is an entirely different world, and Fry makes for a straightforward, yet sensitive, guide. Everything he says about not fitting in just makes me ache, especially his discussion about his inabili
In which Stephen Fry gives a frank and funny recounting of the first twenty years of his life. Dude’s got balls, man: I could
never
be this honest about myself or my life. And I’m saying that as someone who has not emerged semi-intact from the truly insane-sounding English public school system. It really is an entirely different world, and Fry makes for a straightforward, yet sensitive, guide. Everything he says about not fitting in just makes me ache, especially his discussion about his inability to sing—and if this were fiction instead of biography, wouldn’t music make the most perfect metaphor? Real life is sometimes so generous with its symbolism.
Fry takes full advantage of this fact when appropriate, and he’s a very good storyteller, wonderfully tangential and honest and reflective. A book like this could be considered navel-gazing, and in a very real way it is the story of the author trying to figure himself out, but the narrative voice is so open, the reader can’t help but want to join in the analysis. If you’ve ever thought, even in passing, that you’d enjoy having a nice meal and then getting quite drunk with someone like Stephen Fry, then you’ll enjoy this very much, I should think.
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Lookit, I'll call it quits around page 300. A big disappointment from a man that I hold a passionate and undying love for. It just never caught me as it was a dry and uneventful retelling of what might be called a remarkable youth. I think it is proof that Fry's spirit is best shown by his actual presence and voice rather than words on a page. Really he is to be experienced rather than studied.
Stephen Fry, despite his imperturbable demeanor as Wodehouse's Jeeves and his jovial, I've-got-all-the-answers persona on Q.I., really doesn't have it all sorted out like you'd expect him to. This has had dramatic consequences for his personal life since childhood (read the book and you'll know what I mean) but makes for a fascinating autobiography. Funny thing is (and yes, the book really is quite funny), you can hear Fry's voice, that mellifluous, British lilt, narrating it, but the events tha
Stephen Fry, despite his imperturbable demeanor as Wodehouse's Jeeves and his jovial, I've-got-all-the-answers persona on Q.I., really doesn't have it all sorted out like you'd expect him to. This has had dramatic consequences for his personal life since childhood (read the book and you'll know what I mean) but makes for a fascinating autobiography. Funny thing is (and yes, the book really is quite funny), you can hear Fry's voice, that mellifluous, British lilt, narrating it, but the events that befell him seem so far removed from the public face of his celebrity and the unflappable characters he often plays that it's hard to keep in mind that the narrator and the poor young kid in the book are one and the same.
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This book wasn't quite what I expected, although I'm not sure exactly what I did expect! It meanders a lot, almost like a Ronnie Corbett armchair sketch - one minute he's telling you about what happened on a certain day during his childhood, and then he starts wandering off, telling you all about his opinions on the subject matter of that day's school lesson, or the way certain people behave. I found it an enjoyable read, and I want to know "what happened next" - the book deals with the first 20
This book wasn't quite what I expected, although I'm not sure exactly what I did expect! It meanders a lot, almost like a Ronnie Corbett armchair sketch - one minute he's telling you about what happened on a certain day during his childhood, and then he starts wandering off, telling you all about his opinions on the subject matter of that day's school lesson, or the way certain people behave. I found it an enjoyable read, and I want to know "what happened next" - the book deals with the first 20 years of his life, and Fry is now 50, so I'm hoping a book of the next 20 will be written soon.
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The basic reaction I had as I finished Stephen Fry’s autobiographical “Moab is my Washpot” was: Would Stephen Fry like me?
I’m not usually quite this narcissistic, but I couldn’t help but feel that Fry was someone I wished I knew, someone quite remarkable, and yet palpably flawed and human in ways that provoked forgiveness.
Against all better judgment, I rather fell in love with him.
This should be honestly described as a partial-autobiography, since it on
Moab is my Washpot
By Stephen Fry
Five stars
The basic reaction I had as I finished Stephen Fry’s autobiographical “Moab is my Washpot” was: Would Stephen Fry like me?
I’m not usually quite this narcissistic, but I couldn’t help but feel that Fry was someone I wished I knew, someone quite remarkable, and yet palpably flawed and human in ways that provoked forgiveness.
Against all better judgment, I rather fell in love with him.
This should be honestly described as a partial-autobiography, since it only takes the famous British comic actor from birth to about the age of twenty. Given that he’s just two years younger than I am, there’s a lot of his life left undiscovered at the end of this book. But the part he writes is in equal parts hilarious and hair-raising.
Apologetic and unrepentant, Fry’s helter-skelter narrative describes to us exactly how he managed to bugger up his life without any help from his parents (who, if eccentric and quirky, were adoring and as patient as saints). Much better, from my point of view, than the fictionalized version of his early life offered in “The Liar,” “Moab is my Washpot” is a wry confessional in which the author admits freely what a twat he is while at the same time making the reader (at least this one) want to hold him tightly and promise that everything will turn out all right.
As an American, I barely knew who Stephen Fry was, since the larger part of his most celebrated comedy never appeared on American television (unlike his best friend and comic partner Hugh Laurie, who became a household word through the television drama series “House”). As a gay man, I know rather more about him, both for his outspoken support of LGBT rights and more recently for his pending nuptials to a far younger man.
There is a certain perverse David Copperfield quality to this book, Oliver Twist with a twist. It is an epic saga of a life lived in desperation; desperation probably caused by an awareness of his homosexuality and inability to deal with it in healthy ways. This in itself points to the difficulty of growing up gay in the world of the 1950s, 60s and 70s (whether British or American) with very little support of any kind. Adorably, Fry does not point the finger of blame—he insists, amusingly and convincingly, that getting caned at boarding school did nothing to damage his psyche. All the stereotypical nightmarishness of the British public school system is carefully shunted aside as possible cause for Fry’s ill-behavior. He blames only himself, but in doing so embraces the general darkness of the world in his youth as the root cause of his excesses and his disastrous spiral into thievery and prison.
He even makes prison sound sort of amusing.
Writing honestly is difficult. Being funny about writing honestly is near miraculous. I loved this book and admire Fry deeply for unleashing it on the world.
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To Myself: Not To Be Read Until I Am Twenty-Five
I know what you will think when you read this. You will be embarrassed. You will scoff and sneer. Well I tell you now that everything I feel now, everything I am now is truer and better than anything I shall ever be.Ever. This is me now, the real me. Every day that I grow away from the me that is writing this now is a betrayal and a defeat. I expect that you will screw this up into a ball with sophisticated disgust, or at best with tolerant amuseme
To Myself: Not To Be Read Until I Am Twenty-Five
I know what you will think when you read this. You will be embarrassed. You will scoff and sneer. Well I tell you now that everything I feel now, everything I am now is truer and better than anything I shall ever be.Ever. This is me now, the real me. Every day that I grow away from the me that is writing this now is a betrayal and a defeat. I expect that you will screw this up into a ball with sophisticated disgust, or at best with tolerant amusement but deep down you will know, you will know that you are smothering what you really, really were. This is the age when I truly am. From now on my life will be behind me. I tell you now, THIS IS TRUE- truer than anything else I will ever write, feel or know. WHAT I AM NOW IS ME, WHAT I WILL BE IS A LIE.
Never having been one to worship at the alter of celebrity, with all the vulgar connatations that this word arouses, I had uhmmed and aahhd before buying this book well over 1 year ago.
I had always surmised it ludicrously incomprehensible this need for people to tear back the curtain, much like Dorothy and like her destroy the mystique of their idols persona. For after all that is all that it could be. These personages who entered our homes and our lives were not real. They were surely simply caricatures very carefully assembled, packaged and sold to seduce, beguile, enrage, love and be loved by us.
Which is why, since I had bought this book, I had been loathed to read it in case I destroyed this illusion. In case I discovered this man, this colussus amongst men, this erudite, silver tongued charmer that I had loved and admired from afar turned out to have feet of clay.
As I journeyed into Stephenesque prose I willed him to surpass even these lofty idealisms so I could then feel vindicated in having fallen prostrate before his genius.
What I discovered was a flawed, flamboyant, at times arrogant, vain, exhuberant, intense, provocative,vulnerable yet guarded, tortured sentimentalist.
Yes I know he was a cheat, a theif, a liar, a tormentor, a criminal and the epitome of depravity.
But so are we all. Only not all of us have the courage, like him,to lay bare under a microscope the actions of our youth. His crimes to me are no more and no less than my own yet they do not define me nor him. This is what he did, not who he is. Some may argue that it is what we do that defines us. Well he lays himself bare and that is endearingly redeeming in itself. He makes no apologies and nor should he for pulverising my idol of clay.
His life from childhood to adolescence is at times hilariously humorous and at others poignantly sad. I cried happily as he recounted his crushing disappointment at failing to win a star for Cawston Primary Schools Nature table and do believe that Mary Hench should take great pride in having thwarted him.
This instance was of course only a precursor for many other dissapointments that were to follow. From being lamentably lame at sports to being wholly inept at music. As for his scholastic prowess in the sciences and maths the least mentioned the better I fear. A jolly good jape I hear you say but no for Stephen in listing his inadequacies displays a tortured soul who merely played the sartorial clown to hide his imperfections.
These failures for him were crushing. Having his father as the person by whom he measured his own intelligence by he found it sadly wanting. I can, of course, understand why for as I read I became probably more daunted than him by this paternal being.
He is resoundingly vocal in his dissapointments and resorts to profanities to drive his point home which some may find vulgar but I found to be a purity of passion.
He does not prevaricate,disguise or excuse his less than savoury exploits, his startling honesty is refreshing and I found nothing more so beautiful than when he laid bare his rapture when falling in love for the first time. At that point I could have wept at the depths of his passions.
There was nothing depraved or sullied in his telling. How, in an instance, his world had changed.Forever. There was nothing in the beautiful dialogue which followed I would not have recounted to a child. It was untainted by the baser undertones of lust and was just a heartfelt confession of the emotions that stir within all our breasts when we for the first time are struck by this fever.
Stephen Fry is superb. Disarmingly seductive in his exposition whilst leading the reader skillfully through a maze of exploits and veering only occasionally to expostulate on some subject which his younger self had found disagreeable. But this does not detract from the telling and as I found only added to the enjoyment.
As I concluded the final chapter I was glad that I found not the persona but the person. An honest, genuine, likeable person who far surpassed my expectations.
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Maybe it's just too British for me, and possibly a bit pleonastic, but most of this book just went right around my head. I wouldn't say over my head because I'm sure I have the capacity to understand what the devil "Cambridge Blue" means and how exactly the British school system is structured, but having very rarely come into contact with it before, I have to say it's just beyond me.
Fry's rambling memoir also devolves into long non-chronological rants upon such things as Authors he has Loved (m
Maybe it's just too British for me, and possibly a bit pleonastic, but most of this book just went right around my head. I wouldn't say over my head because I'm sure I have the capacity to understand what the devil "Cambridge Blue" means and how exactly the British school system is structured, but having very rarely come into contact with it before, I have to say it's just beyond me.
Fry's rambling memoir also devolves into long non-chronological rants upon such things as Authors he has Loved (most of which I'd never heard of) and How Music Feels, which, as even he acknowledges, is impossible to put to paper. His anecdotal tales were much more amusing and diverting than much of what else he's filled his memoir with. It's almost an exercise in recollection therapy, in which he attempts to understand the psychological motivations for much of his youthful behavior. I suppose it is important to suss out your reasons why when you've been given every opportunity, proceed to make a muck of things, and emerge to be wildly successful, but he doesn't even get to the success and fame part. He ends things just after having "sat his Cambridge exams" (whatever that means) and going to apply to be a schoolmaster. I am aware that further memoirs have been written, and I am interested to know what happens next, but I am somewhat apprehensive that additional writing by this comedic performer will also not be as jocular as I had hoped when picking up this volume.
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During a recent bout of post-surgical insomnia I whiled away my middle-of-the-night hours watching episode after episode of QI, hosted by Stephen Fry, on Youtube. Its combination of wit and trivia made the sleeplessness bearable. Eventually, however, I ran out of new episodes to watch and at that point downloaded this first volume of Fry's autobiography, which covers his life from first leaving for boarding school to his acceptance to university. He writes about the difficulties inherent in grow
During a recent bout of post-surgical insomnia I whiled away my middle-of-the-night hours watching episode after episode of QI, hosted by Stephen Fry, on Youtube. Its combination of wit and trivia made the sleeplessness bearable. Eventually, however, I ran out of new episodes to watch and at that point downloaded this first volume of Fry's autobiography, which covers his life from first leaving for boarding school to his acceptance to university. He writes about the difficulties inherent in growing up and his own difficultness, sometimes extreme, during that time period with both candour and discretion, changing the names of some people to save them from potential embarrassment or pain at their inclusion in his reminisces. He is often funny, often moving, and definitely worth reading, although I do suspect he would be even more interesting in conversation. You know that question, "If you could have dinner with any three people, alive or dead, who would they be?" Stephen Fry would be one of the three at my table, and I'd be tempted to tell the other two to be quiet, the better to let him ramble on.
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I received this book as one of my Christmas present from my husband. He used to mention him to me now and again. I have caught my husband watching his BBC show QI a few times and when I watched one of OI series with him, I have quite became obsessed with the program. It is a show where Stephen Fry and 4 guests have a kind of quiz game. Stephen Fry is the quiz master in this program and they talk about some very interesting topics. This program clearly gives us an
I loved reading every page of it…
I received this book as one of my Christmas present from my husband. He used to mention him to me now and again. I have caught my husband watching his BBC show QI a few times and when I watched one of OI series with him, I have quite became obsessed with the program. It is a show where Stephen Fry and 4 guests have a kind of quiz game. Stephen Fry is the quiz master in this program and they talk about some very interesting topics. This program clearly gives us an idea how clever and witty the guy is…The more I watched the show the more I became interested in him as person….When my husband gave this autobiography to me as a present, it was spot on!
Stephen Fry’s writing style is magical. His talent with words is unbelievable. This autobiography consists of the first 20 years of his life and I felt I was one of his classmates through the book. His words were bringing everything into life rather than giving you a feeling that you are reading a very pleasant story…I found myself many times laughing out loud at some of the anecdotes he was telling through school years…I can classify myself as a good reader and can also honestly say that this has not been happened to me for a long time…
Autobiographies are my favourite category. However, I can truly say that I have never come across anything like it, very expressive, honest, truthful, witty, entertaining, touching and literary skilled.
Fry has so much charisma, even on the page, that one preserves a certain reticence. He oozes charm, and therefore the natural response is to turn put an anti-charm cloak. Even so, he got me.
For a start, he's so intensely readable, so
easy
to read that there's pleasure just in that. And then for me -- well he's my decade, a couple of years younger than me -- and so many of his references were my references, his life is my life.
I even know a bit about the sort of background he thrived in, the who
Fry has so much charisma, even on the page, that one preserves a certain reticence. He oozes charm, and therefore the natural response is to turn put an anti-charm cloak. Even so, he got me.
For a start, he's so intensely readable, so
easy
to read that there's pleasure just in that. And then for me -- well he's my decade, a couple of years younger than me -- and so many of his references were my references, his life is my life.
I even know a bit about the sort of background he thrived in, the whole public school thing, because although I didn't go to one, I did grow up in a private primary school that prepared wee boys for the Common Entrance exam. Later I even tutored one or two myself.
I like the way he stops and examines things minutely -- like the whole corporal punishment thing, for example. His argument is really interesting, the idea that when a thing is 'normal' -- i.e. everybody is doing it, it can be less damaging somehow. And he's good on sex, really. And he's enormously clever at creating the sense that he's actually conducting a conversation with you, and with himself, and that he's worrying away at stuff until he works it through. Sometimes you even get the sense that you just SAID something to which he's obviously replying.
I wouldn't want to be Stephen Fry. Not ever. He couldn't help being a scene stealer throughout his childhood, and he's still doing it. His public persona is who he is. The honesty about his own impulse to steal -- that thing which must have been a product of acute unhappiness -- even that becomes a disclosure which is part of the personal drama. It must be so difficult to take off your clothes in public. And then so difficult, if you're Stephen Fry, not to.
He talks about how much he still hates not being able to sing, because it means not being able to join in. That took me back to a lovely little film --
Peter's Friends
-- in which Fry plays the central role. My favourite scene, which moves me to tears even to think about it, is the bit where the entire cast assembles round the piano and sings. And Imelda Staunton turns out to have such a beautiful voice -- and the whole point of the scene, as I remember it, is the way the singing lifts him, the way Peter's friends are a kind of glory of which he is a part, though he isn't partnered. It's almost a rejoinder to the bits in this book about not being able to join in.
I must send for that film on DVD and watch it again.
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Stephen Fry is a once-in-a-generation intellectual talent that, thank god, dedicated his life to show business rather than government, business, or the academy. Perhaps owing to the TV show Bones (which I have not seen), you're maybe a little more likely to have heard of him in America than a few years ago; you probably have heard of his long-time comedic partner Hugh Laurie, now better known as Gregory House, MD. My first encounter with Stephen was unwitting on my part - turns out he had writte
Stephen Fry is a once-in-a-generation intellectual talent that, thank god, dedicated his life to show business rather than government, business, or the academy. Perhaps owing to the TV show Bones (which I have not seen), you're maybe a little more likely to have heard of him in America than a few years ago; you probably have heard of his long-time comedic partner Hugh Laurie, now better known as Gregory House, MD. My first encounter with Stephen was unwitting on my part - turns out he had written the book for the updated 'Me and My Girl' that my high school put on as a musical my sophomore year, the jokes of which I found genuinely funny unlike the hee-haw corniness of the Rodgers and Hammerstein shows that were otherwise on the menu. My next encounter was sometime in the early aughts, when one of the Manhattan public television networks (or was it NJN?) for some reason replayed the British series Absolute Power, which I thought was wicked and wonderful, and then later came the genius of 'A Bit of Fry and Laurie' and of course Blackadder, followed more recently by his wholly-excusable-for-how-amusing-it-is turn as a game show host for the British panel quiz QI (short for "quite interesting", as you probably guessed). He and Hugh Laurie also played, respectively, Jeeves and Wooster, and Stephen was the titular Oscar in "Wilde." Oh yes, this is supposed to be a book review - Well, turns out Stephen had a semi-rebellious childhood and adolescence, with a penchant for stealing that ultimately earned him prison time; he is known for saying (not frivolously) that boarding school was the best preparation for prison as one could expect. This is a childhood memoir that covers that ground, as well as his recognition of his sexuality, educational development and career aspirations. It's quite an intimate, vulnerable undertaking at times (how many close friends even have you told the story of your very first, um, 'little death'?). Fry is a master and lover of the English language, and knows just when to be serious and when to suddenly interrupt his own flow with a playfully pointless tangent. I don't know if you'd enjoy it that much without some context of appreciating him as an actor/performer, so I'd say check him out in that arena first and if you find yourself charmed then come back here.
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Meandering, witty, defensive, wildly self-indulgent, honest, conceited and very entertaining, reading
Moab is my Washpot
is an experience which I must imagine is very akin to sitting down with Stephen Fry and having him talk with and/or at you for a couple of hours about any subject which comes into his head. Fry recounts the first twenty years of his life—his periods at various boarding schools; his struggles with his sexuality; his suicide attempt and his conviction for fraud—with a great deal
Meandering, witty, defensive, wildly self-indulgent, honest, conceited and very entertaining, reading
Moab is my Washpot
is an experience which I must imagine is very akin to sitting down with Stephen Fry and having him talk with and/or at you for a couple of hours about any subject which comes into his head. Fry recounts the first twenty years of his life—his periods at various boarding schools; his struggles with his sexuality; his suicide attempt and his conviction for fraud—with a great deal of candour. There are elements which he is frank about editing, and other aspects which are perhaps unconsciously elided, but Fry is definitely not out to save his blushes in this work. There were times when I found that a little tedious, because he was being so aggressively honest that it would almost make you think that he
was
trying to hide something, or at the least to convince himself of his own point. That said, still a very enjoyable book, which gives a very amusing insight into the weird and wonderful effects which the English boarding school system can have.
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I adore Stephen Fry, ever since I discovered the joy that is QI, and mainlined like 8 seasons in 2 weeks. Ahem. Unfortunately for me, at least, his trademark verbosity is better suited to the audio/visual medium than the written word - while he is very expressive, it can get a little much to try and digest.
However, the book still gives great insight into his humungous genius mind, and it was fairly entertaining/shocking to read about his various self-destrutive exploits as a youth and the rathe
I adore Stephen Fry, ever since I discovered the joy that is QI, and mainlined like 8 seasons in 2 weeks. Ahem. Unfortunately for me, at least, his trademark verbosity is better suited to the audio/visual medium than the written word - while he is very expressive, it can get a little much to try and digest.
However, the book still gives great insight into his humungous genius mind, and it was fairly entertaining/shocking to read about his various self-destrutive exploits as a youth and the rather unique nature of his experiences at boarding school.
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One of the bravest books I've ever encountered - I actually listened to Stephen Fry reading it on a talking book recording. And what a marvellous reader he is. He is unflinching in his self-excoriation, revealing the shameful, selfish, cheating, utterly dishonourable and dislikable episodes of his young life and yet, somehow we feel for this lost and lonely, immensely clever and totally unreliable boy, weep with his shame and roar with laughter at his bizarre antics. The story is punctuated with
One of the bravest books I've ever encountered - I actually listened to Stephen Fry reading it on a talking book recording. And what a marvellous reader he is. He is unflinching in his self-excoriation, revealing the shameful, selfish, cheating, utterly dishonourable and dislikable episodes of his young life and yet, somehow we feel for this lost and lonely, immensely clever and totally unreliable boy, weep with his shame and roar with laughter at his bizarre antics. The story is punctuated with wonderfully funny and illuminating digressions which, combined with the narrative of this extraordinary exposure of a life, offer an unforgettable and deeply thought-provoking read. Stephen Fry is a very courageous, flawed and funny man. I thank him for sharing his very warty life story with us.
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I like Stephen Fry, but this was tedious. He uses a lot of words, but he doesn't have much to say. And he knows it. In the introduction of his second book, he writes:
"If a thing can be said in ten words, I may be relied upon to take a hundred to say it. I ought to apologize for that. I ought to go back and prune, pare and extirpate excess growth, but I will not. I like words - strike that, I LOVE words - and while I am fond of the condensed and economical use of them in poetry, in song lyrics, i
I like Stephen Fry, but this was tedious. He uses a lot of words, but he doesn't have much to say. And he knows it. In the introduction of his second book, he writes:
"If a thing can be said in ten words, I may be relied upon to take a hundred to say it. I ought to apologize for that. I ought to go back and prune, pare and extirpate excess growth, but I will not. I like words - strike that, I LOVE words - and while I am fond of the condensed and economical use of them in poetry, in song lyrics, in Twitter, in good journalism and smart advertising, I love the luxuriant profusion and mad scatter of them too. After all, as you will already have noticed, I am the kind of person who writes things like "I shall append a superscribed obelus, thus". If my manner of writing is a self-indulgence that has you grinding your teeth then I am sorry, but I am too old a dog to be taught to bark new tunes."
Something about this actually makes me angry. Apologizing without the willingness to change. The old dog excuse. And the vanity and the arrogance involved in writing not one, but THREE autobiographies. You can tell that he's massively insecure and needs validation (he also says this in the introduction) and I sympathize with that, but yeah... again, the arrogance. He's a great talent and a smart man, but in this case I'm afraid he's also just another overindulged celebrity.
I've been a fan of Stephen Fry for years, in awe of his enormous brain, his humor and his dedication to helping others. I'm also an absolutely fanatic QI watcher, and in my autism I watch it over and over and over instead of finding anything new. It's my favorite show.
Therefore, I thought I'd try this, the first installment of his autobiography (I also happened to know beforehand that he has a very autobiographable life), which details his childhood and teens.
First of all, it's a very different
I've been a fan of Stephen Fry for years, in awe of his enormous brain, his humor and his dedication to helping others. I'm also an absolutely fanatic QI watcher, and in my autism I watch it over and over and over instead of finding anything new. It's my favorite show.
Therefore, I thought I'd try this, the first installment of his autobiography (I also happened to know beforehand that he has a very autobiographable life), which details his childhood and teens.
First of all, it's a very different upbringing than most of us are used to, the kind of traditional middle-class English upbringing where you're packed off to boarding school from age 7, like some sort of Harry Potter (which Fry masterfully narrated for audiobook, by the way).
We are alike, Mr. Fry and I, in that we both had undiagnosed mental characteristics (for lack of a better word), which made us both less than perfect pupils (disastrous, both of us). In his case, he ended up in jail after a trip across England on someone else's credit card in his late teens after leaving school, something I luckily have been able to avoid.
That's part of the reason why I wanted to read this, though. That "differentness" that is Stephen Fry, that, to some extent, I feel I share, albeit for different reasons.
And it's true: this book does bring up loads of your own childhood memories that you didn't think you even remembered anymore. But the story is told with a lot of humor, and somehow that keeps you reading. Because it is rough reading at times, being reminded that your childhood, like Fry's, was one completely defined by fear.
This memoir is actually as much a book compiling ideas and opinions as it is a life story of events and anecdotes. A lot of the time, this is Fry philosophizing on himself and how things turned out like they did, it's about life's what-ifs and might-have-beens almost equally as much as what actually happened.
In this way, it makes an erratic read, in that it veers off point a lot and runs with one thought that turns into another.
It also might be my touch of autism that makes me not completely identify with or even understand some of the very grand feelings described within, but somehow I don't think that's all it is. A good example of this is the author's first love, who is described in such fantastic fashion that the boy doesn't even remotely sound human, but something perfect and divine. The feelings it inspires in Fry are about as grand as the object of their affection, and simply towers above my puny, human ones, trying to empathize.
But, there's enough warmth and humor and shamelessly rendered stories in this book to keep you going to the very end, by which I conclude that I liked it.
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An insight into Stephen Fry's childhood, enjoyed his comments on himself as a teenager. Not an easy childhood, but not because of his parents or family but seemingly because of things he did, you'll just have to read it.
This was a gift, and it took me a few years to get round to reading it.
I've always been a fan of Stephen Fry, having seen him and Hugh Laurie, Emma Thompson and Tony Slattery at the Edinburgh Fringe in 1980. What I particularly enjoyed about this biography was his complete frankness and honesty. He's perfectly happy talking about his sexual tendencies, and his kleptomania. I think it's the latter that is the braver admission. With the benefit of hindsight, we can see that it was a product of his
This was a gift, and it took me a few years to get round to reading it.
I've always been a fan of Stephen Fry, having seen him and Hugh Laurie, Emma Thompson and Tony Slattery at the Edinburgh Fringe in 1980. What I particularly enjoyed about this biography was his complete frankness and honesty. He's perfectly happy talking about his sexual tendencies, and his kleptomania. I think it's the latter that is the braver admission. With the benefit of hindsight, we can see that it was a product of his undiagnosed bipolar disorder - something it took him many more years to 'come out' about.
This is a great book - an amusing and non-indulgent biography from a genuinely nice guy (yes, I've met him).
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I enjoyed this book. Well, most of it. Fry pours out his heart, quite literally in places, giving the impression that most of the book was written in a rush, without much forethought. Of course that might have been the intention. Funny in parts, as you would expect. Illuminating in others - I had not known about his early compulsion to steal. Pretentious too, of course. Intensely egotistical, despite his protestations to the contrary. If you like Stephen Fry, and you enjoy his humour, you will f
I enjoyed this book. Well, most of it. Fry pours out his heart, quite literally in places, giving the impression that most of the book was written in a rush, without much forethought. Of course that might have been the intention. Funny in parts, as you would expect. Illuminating in others - I had not known about his early compulsion to steal. Pretentious too, of course. Intensely egotistical, despite his protestations to the contrary. If you like Stephen Fry, and you enjoy his humour, you will find a lot to like in this book. I admit I skimmed some sections that became excessively turgid or verbose. But I would read The Fry Chronicles so I must have liked it on the whole.
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Stephen John Fry is an English comedian, writer, actor, humourist, novelist, poet, columnist, filmmaker, television personality and technophile. As one half of the Fry and Laurie double act with his comedy partner, Hugh Laurie, he has appeared in
A Bit of Fry and Laurie
and
Jeeves and Wooster
. He is also famous for his roles in
Blackadder
and
Wilde
, and as the host of QI. In addition to writing fo
Stephen John Fry is an English comedian, writer, actor, humourist, novelist, poet, columnist, filmmaker, television personality and technophile. As one half of the Fry and Laurie double act with his comedy partner, Hugh Laurie, he has appeared in
A Bit of Fry and Laurie
and
Jeeves and Wooster
. He is also famous for his roles in
Blackadder
and
Wilde
, and as the host of QI. In addition to writing for stage, screen, television and radio he has contributed columns and articles for numerous newspapers and magazines, and has also written four successful novels and a series of memoirs.
“It's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.”
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“Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.”
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