Moab Is My Washpot. - Stephen Fry.
Thoughts:
So here it is, my second finished book of the year, Stephen Fry's quite frankly fantastic autobiographical book, and in all fairness anything I write in a review will be completely and inexplicably pointless; for I can only do such a brilliant tale an injustice. Nevertheless, I will try, as I feel this book is one which should be recommended to anyone who enjoys a good yarn; take the time to join Stephen on his journey filled with despair, remorse, sadness, deceit and love. The book itself is both intriguing and humorous, often at the same time, as we are catapulted through Stephen's accounts of the tales of his childhood in boarding school, his first homosexual experiences, his pranks and jokes, his adolescent angst and early experiences with depression. It is extremely well written, as one would expect from Mr Fry, and is delightful, charming, brutally candid, and a pleasure to read. We're presented with his feelings of regret, despair, and self-loathing, and although I can far from condone his actions as a delinquent youth, neither can he; he acknowledges this most genuinely, and from it you can see how and why he has become what he is today. Throughout the book Fry quite honestly rambles away, often going off into side-anecdotes, and although this can be irritating for some readers, I found it nothing short of endearing, bringing a certain charm to his style of writing; the way in which he meanders through tales of his childhood, often coming back to his original point several pages on, gives us a sense of how his life has been an emotional roller-coaster from which he has clung on to the very end, to make himself the person which he wants to be.
5/5.