I saw a review of a new memoir by Stephen Fry the other day, and promptly remembered that I had read his previous one a couple of years ago. In other words: my review is one book late.
The Fry Chronicles collects Stephen’s memories from his time at Cambridge and the early comedy years with Hugh Laurie. It starts with him out of jail, attempting to straighten out his life and ends with him – by then a fairly well known young comedy star – making some bad choices. The journey is interesting and fun. Fry is a good story-teller, and he has a way to portray his life in an entertaining way. I also liked the peek into the comedy world of Cambridge, and the University life there.
I should point out that the book is not only for fans of Fry or of British eighties and nineties comedy. Sure, it probably sells on the fact that Stephen Fry is one of the biggest names in British media, not to mention twitter, these days, but it is an interesting tale. Not an adventurous one, yet fun to read about, relaxing somehow. My memories of reading this book is on a visit to my home village, stretched out on the sofa, in a hurry nowhere. I received The Fry Chronicles as a gift because it is well known among family and friends that I have enjoyed the show QI (Fry’s hosting) ever since I watched it during a visit to the UK back in 2005 or 2006. I don’t think I would have bought the book on my own, I don’t read much memoirs, but if the genre are as much for lazy autumn days as this one perhaps I should.