I am gobsmacked at the low rating that this book has been given. I can only suppose that dullards want dull, colourless and unchallenging books that don't upset their preconceptions or that don't say anything nasty about that terribly funny Inspector Clouseau. Well, don't believe the unhype, this one is utterly compelling, beautifully written and fascinatingly labyrinthine (this is a good thing).
Aren't you fed up of humdrum by-the-numbers biographies? The sort that just give you a dreary Gradgrindish recitation of facts: In 1963 he did this, then next year he did that and the year after he did some other things.
Lewis, who is tellingly name checked by Jonathan Coe in the acknowledgements to his superb biography of BS Johnson, Like A Fiery Elephant, is upfront about the selectivity of his biography, that it can only be one person's version of another person's life. Otherwise the danger is that the biographer (implicitly) says that this is the truth, the whole truth and the only truth.
It is obvious even from the lightweight books on Sellers, with their anecdotes about his penchant for pranks and practical jokes, his deliberate corpsing and aggravated improvisation and his obsession with cars and gadgets, that there was a very dark undertow of cruelty and disengagement in Seller's life. I think what has prompted some of the outraged comments about this book is the disparity it reveals between the onscreen characters and the offscreen man. Sellers is hardly a unique example of this phenomenon. But just because he was a comic actor it doesn't mean that in a biography all we should get is a jolly Pink Pantherish romp through his life. Sellers was clearly a fascinating and complex man with many demons and pyschological, er, issues. This is precisely the stuff I want a biography to address.
Yes, Lewis is scathing about Sellers peronality flaws but this balanced by his brilliant dissection and celebration of Seller's talent and artistry, especially in his early film work. Surely the fascination of any notoriously 'difficult' artist is in endeavouring to uncover the extent to which the art is a result of, and an excuse for, the defects in their daily lives. The book is vast and there are countless diversions, tangents, tributaries and curiosities covered but this is not padding, it's vital in order to give a full expostion of the man and his times, circumstances, influences and so on.
I wouldn't claim to have been a huge Sellers fan before reading this book, but I was interested enough to want to read it, and having done so it has sharpened my appetite to track down many of his films that I haven't yet seen. What greater tribute is there to biographer and his subject?