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Like the author, this journal is witty, enchanting and unconventional. It starts with 4 Chapter Ones as if Smith thought (correctly) that they"d all have a good starting point, so threw them all in.
The stand up comic writes of his childhood in post-war south London, his friendships, his love affairs, and his light expansion as a writer, air wave wit, tale teller and Grumpy Old Man. The book bristles with jokes and droll footnotes. (Man goes to the alloy for a check-up. Doctor says, "You"ll have to stop masturbating." Man asks, "Why?" "Because I"m perplexing to inspect you.")
I was in the assembly for a little of the gigs described and it was pleasing to be reminded of the waggish celebration strain "I"ve seen your arse", and a shock to sense he was pang from serious basin when he achieved it. Smith writes of his alcoholism, his near-death from pancreatitis, and the deaths of his father and close friends, movingly but never veering inside of steer of the maudlin. As droll and emotionally gratifying as a good stand-up performance.
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