Being a fan of Rupert Everett I was anticipating reading this autobiography a great deal. Unfortunately, it is a meandering bit of a mess. Names of famous, nearly famous, and who the heck is this person are scattered throughout with anecdotes of some adventure, a passing fancy, a work related incident attached. There is a woe is me attitude throughout the book which makes it dreary and gets very old after a while. Overall, there is an extremely impersonal tone to what is labeled an autobiography. I was sorely disappointed.
I was really dissapointed by his book. I believe the previous poster said it best: it is a meandering mess of a book, and it's a bit darker than I thought it would be. It starts out DETAILING his childhood, teen years, and I couldn't get past that. Some of the pictures in the middle were cool, but that was the extent of any excitement I could get out of the book.
I read the whole book, as I usually force myself. This was off-putting. I'm not sure if it was the disdain I developed for the author (what a sad name-dropping life) or the fact that the book was not chronological and jumped around a lot. It was tough to keep up with all of the "names" he drops as they pop in and out of the book. All in all, a depressing look into the life of a glory-seeker.