I have to confess a bias. I grew up listening to and watching Hancock on TV. I still have the vinyl recordings of his radio shows. I will therefore read almost anything about him. However the nice thing about Hancock's Last Stand is that unlike so many books and television programmes that celebrate the greats of television's golden age, this one comes from someone who actually worked with him, and not just as a fellow performer, but as his producer/director.
Performers are generally poor judges of other performers, often their main interest is in self aggrandizement by associating themselves with a legend. On the other hand, directors and performers have a love-hate relationship. Directors see performers, and work with them, through their highs and their lows. This book is an example and summary of both.
In the sixties and seventies, and for many still today, Australia was a place performers went to when they'd crashed elsewhere - it was a last resort. For most it didn't work, and sadly for us all, for Tony Hancock it was no exception. In twelve months he slid from being the biggest name in British television to exile in what was then a largely unsophisticated creative wasteland.
While by no means a love letter to Hancock, this book takes us through the last desperate months of a comic genius who will perhaps never be equalled.
A `must read' for any serious Hancock fan.