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A review by polly_baker
Ramble Book by Adam Buxton
funny
reflective
3.0
I enjoyed an extended edition of Buckles' rambling. The structure pinballs from the present, to his schooldays, and everywhere in between in much the same way our memory does - but I found this added to, rather than detracted from, the overall narrative of the book. His 'rambles' and 'sub-rambles' act as anecdotal footnotes, and are perhaps indicative of his tendency towards self-doubt and self-conciousness, but also serve to keep him honest and introspective about the version of himself he his portraying.
I am, I think, a generation beneath most of the (very many) niche cultural references. And at times the memoir veered into a self-indulgent critical analysis of Bowie's lesser known works, which I didn't mind listening in on but, having nothing tangible to hang them on, are somewhat lost on anyone who wasn't an ardent follower of his career.
The meditations on grief, his father and old age were the most enjoyable, being both sincere and insightful but not without Buxton's characteristic (and often puerile) humour.
And the briefcase hook pays out.
I am, I think, a generation beneath most of the (very many) niche cultural references. And at times the memoir veered into a self-indulgent critical analysis of Bowie's lesser known works, which I didn't mind listening in on but, having nothing tangible to hang them on, are somewhat lost on anyone who wasn't an ardent follower of his career.
The meditations on grief, his father and old age were the most enjoyable, being both sincere and insightful but not without Buxton's characteristic (and often puerile) humour.
And the briefcase hook pays out.