aI was never alone except in the toilet, where I soon found that locking myself into a cubicle was not much protection from hearing myself talked about by young men standing at urinals. (aJesus, heas looking rough.a aAnd itas only Monday.a) Reviews for Clive Jamesas fourth volume of memoirs, North Face of Soho, included several that specifically requested a further volume; Clive James duly obliged and here, in all its glory, is aUnreliable Memoirs Va, otherwise known as The Blaze of Obscurity. Perhaps his most brilliant book yet, The Blaze of Obscurity tells the inside story of his years in television: part Clive James on TV and part Clive James on TV, it shows Clive James on top form a both then and now. aIn the case of many people who attempt an autobiography even a single volume is one too many . . . In the case of Clive James, the volumes now in existence are too few. If the final tally puts him up there with Marcel Proust, so much the bettera Financial TimesWith a cameraman, a sound man and a lighting man all crammed into the back of our Mini, Stirling came up with one line after another that we could put straight to air. I dona#39;t ... Then let in the clutch and youa#39;re already accelerating into the turn.
|Title||:||The Blaze of Obscurity|
|Publisher||:||Pan Macmillan - 2009-10-02|