Witty and wise,
This review is from: North Face of Soho: Unreliable Memoirs Volume IV (Paperback)
I have read the three previous volumes of Clive James's autobiography, and "Unreliable Memoirs" remains as one of my very favourite books. The following two volumes didn't quite match up to that for humour and interest, but for me this one came up to expectations. It probably helps if you have some knowledge of the media industry (mine is second-hand through a close relative) so that you can identify with much that is being said.
What I enjoyed and admired about this book was James's usual self-deprecating humour (loved his descriptions of his 1970s outfits and hairstyles) combined with the wisdom that often comes only with hindsight which he is honest enough to admit. It is NOT, as some seem to think, a catalogue of boasts; James often points out that he owed much to good fortune and being lost for words when silence worked to his advantage.
I would happily re-read this book, and look forward to reading the fifth instalment "The Blaze of Obscurity" which is already sitting on my bookshelf.