Unreliable Memoirs (Unreliable Memoirs, 1)

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Waterson, Jim; Cain, Sian (27 November 2019). "Clive James, writer, broadcaster and TV critic, dies aged 80". The Guardian. Guaranteed by a bold commendation under the title on the front cover: 'Do not read this book in public. You will risk severe internal injuries from trying to suppress your laughter . . . , this memoir looked interestingly challenging to me at first sight when I came across it in the DASA Book Café a few months ago. Till early last July I decided to buy one to read after reading his Wikipedia biography. ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clive_J...) Clive James tells BBC "I am dying, I am near the end" ". Belfast Telegraph. 21 June 2012 . Retrieved 21 June 2012.

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Clive James AO CBE FRSL (born Vivian Leopold James; 7 October 1939 – 24 November 2019) was an Australian critic, journalist, broadcaster, writer and lyricist who lived and worked in the United Kingdom from 1962 until his death in 2019. [1] [2] He began his career specialising in literary criticism before becoming television critic for The Observer in 1972, where he made his name for his wry, deadpan humour. James seems devoid of empathy, with no moral compass, apparently no relationships that mattered to him, except that with himself. His mother, widowed at the end of WWII and left to bring up this challenging boy, is almost completely ignored. There’s no mention of her life, and he seems to have happily discarded her as he took off for another life at university and then England. Zayed, Alya (27 November 2019). "Australian broadcaster Clive James dies in Cambridge". Cambridge News . Retrieved 27 November 2019. When the cover was lifted to reveal nothing but a heaped plate of pineapple chunks, however, there were people in the audience who could take no more.”In May 2011, the BBC published a new podcast, A Point of View: Clive James, which features all sixty A Point of View programmes presented by James between 2007 and 2009. [45] He was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature in 2010. [54] He was an Honorary Fellow of Pembroke College, Cambridge (his alma mater). In the 2015 BAFTAs, James received a special award honouring his 50-year career. [55] In 2014, he was awarded the President's Medal by the British Academy. [56]

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Librarian Note: There is more than one author in the GoodReads database with this name. See this thread for more information. It is a book of embarrassment rather than humiliation. The root meaning of humiliation is to be humbled, ground into dust underfoot. That can't be done to Clive James by any person; he'd stub his toe on Clive's works. James' father, Albert Arthur James, was taken prisoner by the Japanese during World War II. Although he survived the prisoner-of-war camp, he died when the American B-24 carrying him and other freed allied POWs ran into the tail of a typhoon en route from Okinawa to Manila, and crashed into the mountains of southeastern Taiwan. [6] He was buried at Sai Wan War Cemetery in Hong Kong. [7] James would later state that his life's works originated in his father's death. [8]

It's one thing to know that a favourite commentator, reviewer and poet is going to die, the announcement of Clive James' illness coming many years ago now, and yet another to get the news that the inevitable has happened. We lost an intelligent, wry, acerbic, deeply thoughtful person from this earth when he died, in what seems inevitable timing for these things - just when you felt we needed him most. In 2017, James contributed a chapter to a book on climate change published by the Institute of Public Affairs, advocating climate denialism. [63] I always enjoyed Clive James whenever he was on telly. He was interesting and funny. I liked the way he spoke, I like his rambling, overwordy, slightly humorous style, and it translates well into this book. I could hear his voice saying it all as though he was reading it to me. sat transfixed by the rhythm of that voice – the strong view lightly stated. It wasn’t words plus pictures.” The strength of the novel is Clive James's self deprecating humour, that has you cringing and laughing at the same time. He's fearless in recounting stories that anyone else would have happily oppressed and forgotten about.