I tried to like this book -- I really did. I've been a fan of Hawtrey for 30 years and I really wanted to find out about the man behind the twitchy, sadly under-used, Carry-On "Oh Hello" character, and about his previous career on stage and film. So, I tried to like this book -- I really did.
I couldn't like it one bit.
Why? Because on almost every page we get the opinions and suppositions of the author written large, and proper biography of his subject written small. This is a terrible shame, and a terrible waste of ink, paper and publishing. I am interested in Charles Hawtrey, NOT his biographer's outlook on the world, and his opinions on British comedy.
It was actually terrible timing, because I happened to read this shabby book immediately after reading Graham McCann's SUPERB biography of Frankie Howerd, which is a model of good, authoritative biography of a 20th Century British comedian. McCann worships Howerd, which of course has coloured his biography, but you don't care because McCann has invested a huge amount of care and reserach in his book, and it really shows. Roger Lewis, on the other hand, in his slim, thin, unsatisfying biography of Charles Hawtrey, has not. (To make matters worse, in "Hawtrey", Roger Lewis makes references to Frankie Howerd that go no deeper than Frankie's catchphrases -- indicating, at least to me, that Mr Lewis really has no clue at all about character and talent, except perhaps an exaggerated view of his own).
Mr Lewis is often lacking in taste. For example, in the last chapter which describes Hawtrey's final days in hospital, when his doctors had suggested the only hope for his survival was amputation of both legs, Mr Lewis writes, referring to Hawtrey's chronic alcoholism: "Hawtrey had been legless often enough in his life not to want to go the whole hog...". One can only read such leaden, tasteless prose and gasp, wondering how on earth the Editor at Faber & Faber let this pass.
Well, these are too many words already. In short, I disliked this book with an intensity that made my toes curl, and I can't recommend it to anyone. Yes, there were some "facts" about Hawtrey, but who can say whether they're reliable or not. There's an appendix of some film appearances, and some reprinted letters, which are of interest. If you want photographs, you'll be sorely disappointed -- in my version the few photos are printed in newsprint style of poor quality.
Charles Hawtrey deserves better than this miserable little book and I hope there's someone out there to do a proper job.