Until recently when I listened to his Marc Maron podcast interview, I didn't know Fred Stollers name. However, his face, timbre, delivery and style are unmistakable. Seinfeld isn't a programme that would mean much in Scotland to anyone who has a job and can't sit up all night watching obscure satellite channels, so Mr Stollers Seinfeld credentials are irrelevant(certainly to me). I know him purely as one of those faces that turn up often out of the blue on TV shows in guest appearances. He's one of those guys whom I wished I saw more often on TV even though that would detract from the "Oh there's that guy!" moment when he appears. My Seinfeld Year is exactly what it says on the tin (or cover). Its a too short account of an even shorter period of a career which deserves more plaudits than it gets. Don't let that put you off though; it's roughly an hours read for next to nothing cash wise. That's an hour in the company of one of those unique actors who, despite whether they're playing nice or obnoxious, neurotic or nasty just can't hide the fact that therein lies a genuine human warmth. I've just discovered that he has another book out so I'm going to buy it. Right now in fact. Oh; if I find out who Perry is he's going down. in the form of a very indignant email. F##ker...how dare he!