Happy Stephan Fry Appreciation Monday!
Ever since studio executives, or as we like to call them “The Money Grubbing Nincompoops”, refused to give the writers what they deserve (I will not go into a new rant about writers strike) I started to read books once again. I love books, but lately (partly due to this blog) I was preoccupied with more secular entertainment mediums. One of the books I’m currently reading is our protagonists The Hippopotamus. I have to admit it’s a work in progress; not that the book is difficult to read or boring (actually it is one of the best books I ever read), but my ADD discovers new books all the time these days while my OCD forces me to read them all. Am I F-U-C-K-E-D or what? Other suggestions my ADD made are American Goods by Neil Gaiman and Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel by Susanna Clarke. I’m also skimming through I’m America (And So Can You!) and The Golden Compass.
Although I haven’t finished The Hippopotamus yet, I feel I have enough information to recommend it to all three of you reading this,…, thing. The book is written in the form of letters between Ted Wallace, a grumpy old intellectual, and his goddaughter Jane. Not to reveal too much, Ted a failed poet and recently fired reviewer at Jane’s suggestion (the monetary kind) joins the party at Swafford Hall. There he is to write a biography of his friend and entrepreneur Michal Logan. The book is written in Mr. Fry’s sharp style, full of uncensored humor through which he makes relevant social commentary. In his description of English country life, he gives a whole new meaning to words Love For Animals, thus revealing degenerate nature of new English aristocracy. Verbal diarrhea aside, let’s just say the book is not PG13 but once you discover Mr. Fry’s style of writing, get used to his use of gems (or profanities to the rest of us) and accept that all of us are freaks and weirdoes you will love this book. Simply this book is a great read. Buy it, read it, enjoy it, smoke it (it is that versatile).