Russell Brand has lived a life, there can be no doubting that. He has been brave enough to publish some of the most personal of experiences which in itself I believe deserves recognition. I don't think I could ever bare my soul in the way Russell has, let alone make it half as entertaining as he has here. I read this through, cover to cover in one read. Some parts had me in tears and some in hysterics. He has a fascinating way with words and a style which is rarely seen in mainstream writing today.
I suppose as a big fan of Russell's, I am bound by some unwritten law...(it's probably written somewhere) to be full of praise for his autobiography and though I'll admit that is the case I feel it is most deserved. The only minor criticism is that the ending feels slightly neglected and lacks the passion entwined within the other 330 pages. Having said that, the last paragraph is superb and almost perfectly encapsulates Russell's rather stormy rise to fame, so superb in fact that it sent a shiver down my spine (in a good way).
I can't say how non-fans (what a rather horribly obscure term) will react to the book. However judging by some of the harsh comments on here (which I don't quite understand, it seems some reviewers decided to use the review section to post their views on the man himself, other than his writing) I get the feeling that some people didn't actually understand (for lack of a better word) the man. Perhaps the interview with Dawn French would be a better place to start.
I've reviewed this as an autobiography and I think it does a brilliant job at being exactly that: an autobiography.