More Fool Me: A Memoir
Stephen Fry
Language: English
Pages: 400
ISBN: 1468313045
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The third memoir by the inimitable Stephen Fry, More Fool Me is his most revealing work to date--an intimate account of fame and all that comes with it
More Fool Me is a brilliant, eloquent account by a man driven to create and to entertain―revealing a dark side he has long kept hidden. By his early thirties, Stephen Fry― television darling and critically acclaimed and bestselling author with a coterie of equally talented friends―had, as they say, “made it.”
Writing and recording by day, and haunting a never-ending series of celebrity parties by night, he was a high functioning addict in both work and play. He was so distracted by the high life that he could hardly see the inevitable, headlong tumble that must surely follow . . .
5 8-page color inserts
it, January 1991. (Getty Images) Self, Ben Elton, Robbie Coltrane, Griff Rhys Jones, Mel Smith, Rowan Atkinson. (Getty Images) An idiot and an imbecile. Ready to lay down their lives for my country. A blithering idiot and a gibbering imbecile. (All BBC Photo Library) Radio Times 1988 Christmas edition: Saturday-Night Fry feature. (Immediate Media) Hugh, Jo and I. (From the collection of Jo Laurie) With sister, Jo. (Getty Images) A signing at a Dillons bookshop. London, 1991. (ITV/Rex
effect of this new drug on himself and his patients/volunteers/kidnapped tramps. It seems probable, in the light of reports which I shall refer to later, that coca, if used protractedly but in moderation, is not detrimental to the body. Von Anrep treated animals for thirty days with moderate doses of cocaine and detected no detrimental effects on their bodily functions. It seems to me noteworthy – and I discovered this in myself and in other observers who were capable of judging such things –
they wipe the tears of infatuated merriment from their eyes, I will think to myself, ‘Hang on! That exact story is told, word for word, in the book they just assured me they liked so much!’ Either, therefore, they were lying about having read the book in the first place, which, let’s face it, we’ve all done – so much easier not to read books, especially the books of one’s friends – or, which is in fact quite as likely if not more so, they have read it and simply forgotten just about every detail.
new adventure. Every rereading a first reading. That is true at least of recently read books. I can recount almost word for word the Sherlock Holmes, Wodehouse, Wilde and Waugh that were the infatuations of my childhood (not to mention the Biggles, Enid Blyton and Georgette Heyer), but don’t ask me to repeat the plot of the last novel I read. And it was a really good one too, The Finkler Question, by Howard Jacobson, which won a Booker Prize. I should have read it two or three years ago when it
get through to the room where drinks were supposed to be served. Bar had closed by that time, natch. No bad thing, since I was driving home. This we did once Serena, Michael and a couple of others could be prised away. I got home and to bed by about two-thirty. Long day. Little sleep lately. Friday, 15 October 1993 Woke up early enough to do a Voice Over at 9.00 … really that’s so many late nights now, I’m beginning to think all the work of Grayshott is being undone. Pretty feeble ads for Croft