Review
Almost as well known for his previous forays into fiction as he is for biographies of the likes of The Rolling Stones and The Beatles, not to mention an impressive collection of journalism, Philip Norman here looks no further than his own life for inspiration. Specifically he takes us back to his pre-teen days and an unlikely phenomenon that had as its trademark a cartoon baby deer - or chamois, hence the name - merrily caught in mid leap. The book's subtitle reveals a bit more of the subject matter, as Norman's easy way with words conjures up a time when few people travelled abroad to enjoy holidays, preferring instead to cram themselves onto the beaches, piers and promenades that dotted the coastline around much of England. The boy was ten when 'the first taste of glamour' arrived on the scene in the early 1950s, and recalls how it all but brought a revolution at the time. His summers were spent helping out in his father's unhealthy business on Ryde Pier on the Isle of Wight. His family were distantly related to the makers of Babycham, but any pre-adolescent hopes that the rich in-laws would come riding to the rescue were, like so many pre-adolescent hopes, sorely misplaced. Saucy postcards and slot machines, spivs and rifle ranges all jostle for attention in a world that's familiar (maybe too familiar) to everyone over 40, and would probably come across as bizarrely exotic for anyone else who would do themselves a favour by delving into this finely written memoir. Bittersweet memories are brought to life with Norman's admirable use of language, and his rich prose is as much a source of tragedy as it is comedy, especially the far from pleasant picture that develops of his exceptionally awkward and difficult to please father. (Kirkus UK)
Humphrey Carpenter in Sunday Times, May 2003
Norman's book gives us a brilliant microcosm of the truth. Let's drink to his achievement - with Babycham
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