John Cleese’s Autobiography “So, Anyway…”
I know, how presumptuous of me to review a book about someone’s life. How dare I?
One thing I want to mention: why is it that only famous people can write and publish autobiographies? Everyone has a story to tell.
In our family we have a new tradition to get my grandparents to write their life stories, because let’s face it the world was so much more interesting than now. I spend my vacation jotting down details about my only remaining grandfather’s life.
But back to the review:
What I liked:
And that’s why I enjoyed reading about John Cleese telling of his mother – living through almost everything and not remembering or noticing any of it.
p297: “And I learned that when you stop concentrating on avoiding mistakes, you relax a bit, and consequently… you actually make fewer.”
p300: “I never forget that the French word for rehearsal is repetition.”
p402: “I regarded swearing as a form of cheating, a lazy way of getting a laugh out of material that wasn’t intrinsically funny enough.”
What I didn’t like:
I do wish there were more about “Monty Python’s Flying Circus” and there was almost nothing about “Fawlty Towers”. Those are my dearest memories of John Cleese – watching those two shows. Then again, I should probably buy a book with that as the topic.
Title: “So, Anyway..” Fitting, because the book is written in the form of having a conversation with someone (in this case the reader) and he keeps interrupting himself. Which kind of reminds me of someone… me!
I cannot tell someone how to write their life story. But we all have a life story to tell. And I think that is important.
Rating: 3½ out of 5