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informative reflective medium-paced

Theroux cops in the afterword that this was originally a Saville-only book. As the other reviews attest it's pretty bad. It's clear that he feels either immense guilt or embarrassment (depending on how charitable you're feeling) that the interview that saved his career also missed the news story of the century, so Theroux just keeps coming back to it. Not only is it diminishing returns, but he does himself no favours trying to rationalise it.

Even when he's talking about himself it's not always great. The first third in particular was almost a DNF. Straight, white and privately educated Theroux had an extremely privileged upbringing. His attempts to downplay this where increasingly grating. Instead, Gotta get Theroux this is at it's best when he's talking about his experiences filming or his relationships. They seem to be the most honest and introspective. This might be because he comes across as clueless in the former, neglectful in the latter and actually acknowledges it.

I think I just prefer Theroux as a documentarian rather than a writer.


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