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So, Anyway...
by John Cleese
I am a Python Fan, but that doesn't mean I was automatically prepared to like John Cleese's writing. Having no idea what he is like beyond his screen persona, of which there are many, and knowing he is a comedy writer, neither of these implied what type of life he may have had or how he would write about said life.
And then the book got off to, what was for me, a slow start. I found the first few chapters interesting but wordy and slow. Gradually, though, the boy and his adult writing grew on me. And eventually I did not want to put Cleese's book down, for I was far too engrossed in his tales. Then he started sharing some sketches. Yes, I took a picture of the zookeeper swallowed by the boa and emailed it to my younger son in college. It was hard to resist!
Cleese keeps his book focused on his professional life, yet it is obvious to me that he maintains great affection for Connie Booth, his first wife. (As an aside, I recent read about and heard an interview with Connie and her husband where they openly discussed her growing forgetfulness and dementia.)
I enjoyed discovering how the Pythoners met and appreciated the openness with which Cleese describes his nerves and aversion to making a fuss (which is directly opposite his love of pranks) and other insecurities that befell him as an actor, more so than as a writer.
And he leaves the book ripe for a sequel. Of course. So anyway, what happens next?
And then the book got off to, what was for me, a slow start. I found the first few chapters interesting but wordy and slow. Gradually, though, the boy and his adult writing grew on me. And eventually I did not want to put Cleese's book down, for I was far too engrossed in his tales. Then he started sharing some sketches. Yes, I took a picture of the zookeeper swallowed by the boa and emailed it to my younger son in college. It was hard to resist!
Cleese keeps his book focused on his professional life, yet it is obvious to me that he maintains great affection for Connie Booth, his first wife. (As an aside, I recent read about and heard an interview with Connie and her husband where they openly discussed her growing forgetfulness and dementia.)
I enjoyed discovering how the Pythoners met and appreciated the openness with which Cleese describes his nerves and aversion to making a fuss (which is directly opposite his love of pranks) and other insecurities that befell him as an actor, more so than as a writer.
And he leaves the book ripe for a sequel. Of course. So anyway, what happens next?