I haven’t read them for a while but I think I found The World According to Clarkson and And Another Thing (extracts from the columns he wrote for the Sunday Times) most entertaining when read in short bites. I remember the saga of Clarkson v. the fox was particularly funny – Clarkson at night sitting on a swivel chair in a field, armed with a torch and a shotgun. If I remember, I might order Diddly Squat: A year on the Farm when it comes out in May. I’m not really a fan of autobiographies (Stephen Fry being a notable exception), but I more or less loved the series, so the book could be worth a punt.
Having finished the marvellous The Expanse series (9 books, and not short ones, either!) I took a shot at Back Story by David Mitchell (the comedian, not the author – confusing much?), but it really confirmed my general lack of engagement with autobiographies in general. I’m afraid Bryant and May has ruined me – Mitchell’s rather limited knowledge of the London he walks around in order to help his ‘bad back’ is frustrating. Arthur would be so disappointed. So much opportunity, so little application . . . I ditched it just before the halfway mark.
Instead I’ve just launched myself on yet another saga (a known quantity this time) – the original six Dune chronicles.
“For he IS the Clapped-out Haddock Rack!”