Having almost finished My Life, My Way I just had to review it.
I've read a broad array of books about Sir Cliff, some by the man himself, and others by other people. None capture the heart of the man as well as this new one. It is a fascinating insight into a man the media continues to treat really badly, as if 50 years of being at the top, having hits all the way through and giving pleasure to a lot of people is a crime.
The book is paced very well, with topics going back and forth between the present and past smoothly. We are given interesting little facts along the way and Cliff's frank opinions on modern life, all of which show him as a complete person who lives not in some sort of 'starry' out of touch bubble, but in the same world as you and me. It is heartwarming how often Sir Cliff refers to his family and friends, explaining how it is these people who keep his feet on the ground and in touch with reality.
The most moving parts of the book come when Cliff talks of his parents. That his father missed the best years of Cliff's career, having died in 1961, is clearly a regret, and his mother's long battle with dementia and the awful effect of this terrible condition are reflected in what feels like an urgency for the reader to understand what his mother was like before the condition took hold. Having lost a parent to dementia I found Sir Cliff's honesty and openness on the subject very moving.
One should not forget of course that Sir Cliff has written the book with Penny Junor, who has written a number of biographies. She has done extremely well to ask the right questions, and give Sir Cliff the freedom and possibly the security, to talk frankly.
The media of course chooses to twist certain things in the book and put words in Sir Cliff's mouth. The only way you will know what he is really like is to buy it.
It is fascinating that some choose to criticise Sir Cliff for writing about himself. It is an autobiography after all. Writing about himself was the whole idea.