This is the real story of late 18th - 19th century clown/harlequin/comic actor Joseph 'Joe' Grimaldi.
It exists because of the combined efforts of not only the subject, but also writer Thomas Egerton Wilkes, and last but by no means least in great big italicised letters, Charles Dickens. What began as an autobiography, ended up being revised, honed and edited, initially by Wilkes, but finally by Dickens. One read of this, and you will realise that there is far more of Dickens' spirit in the pages than the great man ever wanted to admit, most probably because it was, as already stated, an autobiography at the outset, but consisting of a manuscript unsuitable for publication - until further and serious editing.
It doesn't take long before the reader is sucked into that most gracious - and sometimes not - world of late Georgian life, and in particular, the theatrical sub-world, which, if the subject and editors are not exaggerating, was so important a part of life for both the great and the great-unwashed.
It is a story of a highly skilled and dedicated entertainer, who fulfilled his duties through rain and shine and good and bad health; it is also a story of a simple man who was not in the least bit worldly, and was so often taken advantage of by friends, colleagues, strangers, commoners and even gentry.
In keeping with our perception of clowns - even now, there is much laughter and there are plenty of tears. It is also an insight into how poor Britain was not - for some. Amazingly for the time, the amounts of money being bandied about in theatrical life was not just groats, farthings and bits of brass, but Pounds and Guineas by the hundred. On his various benefit nights, which seemed to be an integral ( and regular ) part of a successful clown's life, Grimaldi walked away with amounts, 'though not staggering, a singer in your local pub' would be happy with even today, 170 years later.
I think this is enough of Grimaldi himself to whet your appetitite, I would like now to mention the style of the book. Forget for a second this is a biography, this book is pure Dickens. There are ghostly shades of 'Pickwick's Papers' speckled here and there - shooting parties, dinners with friends, vagabonds, Policemen, except this is all for real.
Please do read this book if you can get a copy, if you do, the mischievous but gentle people-loving spirit of Grimaldi will smile, and look down kindly upon you. God bless him.