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Unreliable Memoirs
by Clive James
Growing up a Brit, I always appreciated Clive James quick wit and turn of phrase, which could be dazzling, but this memoir turned out to be a disappointment. Growing up in Australia, with only his mother to parent him (his father died when he was but a baby), James had no trouble in wearing his mother down to the point where he basically did what he wanted, even when it was definitely not to his advantage to do so. He squandered his education, rarely stuck with anything that required effort and was extremely unempathetic. At university he got an education vastly different from what he signed on for, and admittedly one that suited him better. And I REALLY got tired of his adolescent sexuality and his forays into the world of girls that seemed to go on ad nauseam. Not sure I will bother with the next two parts of his life.