‘The Fry Chronicles’ – A sad journey through disillusionment :(

I have loved Stephen, for QI, for his cameo in St. Trinian’s and not least for his narration of the Harry Potter audiobooks, so I’ll admit my expectations for this book were high. However, while there are a few funny turns of phrase and some witty rejoinders, on the whole, it seems as if he hasn’t put much effort into the quality of the writing. I tend to suspect that after his previous success he took for granted that another autobiography with *His* name on the cover would sell well and that he didn’t need to bother being creative or original. Large sections of the book are devoted to lists of people or events and he devotes endless chapters to raving and apologising about how he is so privileged, unworthy, YADA YADA YADA. Get over it Stephen! No one really cares, or gives it that much thought, or at least they wouldn’t if they didn’t have to hear you constantly whinging on about it!

I’m afraid I took particular affront to a part where he compares people who lament their lack of knowledge (about, say, the Hundred Years’ War or string theory or what have you) to beggars in a city with gold lined pavements. Supposedly, anyone who is curious simply has to trawl through wikipedia or the library or watch documentaries to their heart’s content to know everything they could wish to. Because, of course, we all have countless spare hours to devote to such whims…

In fact, I was surprised at his stance on a few issues, because I would have thought his mental health issues might have provided him a bit more insight and empathy. I can only assume he has never experienced such struggles alongside other constraints such as unavoidable obligation, physical health problems, trauma, disaster or plain old LACK OF FUNDS.

Okay rant over.

I’m disappointed, as this has knocked Mr. Fry down in my estimations. However, I have heard that his earlier book, (‘Moab something Washpot’?!) is much more palatable and I’m not averse to the idea of giving him a second chance if I see it at the library.

I’m afraid I took particular affront to a part where he compares people who lament their lack of knowledge (about, say, the Hundred Years’ War or string theory or what have you) to beggars in a city with gold lined pavements. Supposedly, anyone who is curious simply has to trawl through wikipedia or the library or watch documentaries to their heart’s content to know everything they could wish to. Because of course we all have countless spare hours to devote to such whims…

I was surprised at his stance on this and other related issues, because I would have thought his mental health issues might have provided him a bit more insight and empathy. I can only assume he has never experienced such struggles alongside other constraints such as unavoidable obligation, physical health problems, trauma, disaster or plain old LACK OF FUNDS.

Okay rant over.

I’m disappointed, as this has knocked Mr. Fry down in my estimations. However, I have heard that his earlier book, (‘Moab something Washpot’?!) is much more palatable and I’m not averse to the idea of giving him a second chance if I see it at the library.

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