Funny naughty star-studded showbiz memoir – as charming as the man himself!
This book is exactly like Roger Moore’s onscreen persona – kind, gentle, witty, naughty…and just a tad bitchy at times (well, forthright, if you prefer). It reads like he dictated the whole thing to someone (a ghost-writer quite likely) and then later went over and edited and rewrote bits.
And it’s all the better for it! Because this is not one of those star biographies posing as the ‘real truth’ about so-and-so or claiming to be a serious piece of non-fiction. It’s his story, in his words, in his ‘voice’ as it were, and that’s half the pleasure and delight of it.
The story is a wonderful one, filled within incident and starry name-dropping, and endless anecdotes and asides that still manage to string together as a coherent chronological ‘life’. Many of the famous names are from before my time, or half-heard names vaguely recalled. Some of course are contemporary or still around. It makes no difference. Moore has a knack for picking just the right story to tell, and giving it just the right amount of coverage. He makes no bones about his own faults, even as he takes the opportunity to set the record straight on a number of minor and major points, and takes any number of digs at himself as well as others.
It’s all terribly good fun in a very British sense of humor and style, and I loved it to bits. I actually slowed down because I wanted to savor all the stories, and took my time finishing it.
A lovely, charming entertainment from a charming and lovely entertainer. A real treat.This book is exactly like Roger Moore’s onscreen persona – kind, gentle, witty, naughty…and just a tad bitchy at times (well, forthright, if you prefer). It reads like he dictated the whole thing to someone (a ghost-writer quite likely) and then later went over and edited and rewrote bits.
And it’s all the better for it! Because this is not one of those star biographies posing as the ‘real truth’ about so-and-so or claiming to be a serious piece of non-fiction. It’s his story, in his words, in his ‘voice’ as it were, and that’s half the pleasure and delight of it.
The story is a wonderful one, filled within incident and starry name-dropping, and endless anecdotes and asides that still manage to string together as a coherent chronological ‘life’. Many of the famous names are from before my time, or half-heard names vaguely recalled. Some of course are contemporary or still around. It makes no difference. Moore has a knack for picking just the right story to tell, and giving it just the right amount of coverage. He makes no bones about his own faults, even as he takes the opportunity to set the record straight on a number of minor and major points, and takes any number of digs at himself as well as others.
It’s all terribly good fun in a very British sense of humor and style, and I loved it to bits. I actually slowed down because I wanted to savor all the stories, and took my time finishing it.
A lovely, charming entertainment from a charming and lovely entertainer. A real treat. This book is exactly like Roger Moore’s onscreen persona – kind, gentle, witty, naughty…and just a tad bitchy at times (well, forthright, if you prefer). It reads like he dictated the whole thing to someone (a ghost-writer quite likely) and then later went over and edited and rewrote bits.
And it’s all the better for it! Because this is not one of those star biographies posing as the ‘real truth’ about so-and-so or claiming to be a serious piece of non-fiction. It’s his story, in his words, in his ‘voice’ as it were, and that’s half the pleasure and delight of it.
The story is a wonderful one, filled within incident and starry name-dropping, and endless anecdotes and asides that still manage to string together as a coherent chronological ‘life’. Many of the famous names are from before my time, or half-heard names vaguely recalled. Some of course are contemporary or still around. It makes no difference. Moore has a knack for picking just the right story to tell, and giving it just the right amount of coverage. He makes no bones about his own faults, even as he takes the opportunity to set the record straight on a number of minor and major points, and takes any number of digs at himself as well as others.
It’s all terribly good fun in a very British sense of humor and style, and I loved it to bits. I actually slowed down because I wanted to savor all the stories, and took my time finishing it.
A lovely, charming entertainment from a charming and lovely entertainer. A real treat.
This book is exactly like Roger Moore’s onscreen persona – kind, gentle, witty, naughty…and just a tad bitchy at times (well, forthright, if you prefer). It reads like he dictated the whole thing to someone (a ghost-writer quite likely) and then later went over and edited and rewrote bits.And it’s all the better for it! Because this is not one of those star biographies posing as the ‘real truth’ about so-and-so or claiming to be a serious piece of non-fiction. It’s his story, in his words, in his ‘voice’ as it were, and that’s half the pleasure and delight of it.
The story is a wonderful one, filled within incident and starry name-dropping, and endless anecdotes and asides that still manage to string together as a coherent chronological ‘life’. Many of the famous names are from before my time, or half-heard names vaguely recalled. Some of course are contemporary or still around. It makes no difference.
Moore has a knack for picking just the right story to tell, and giving it just the right amount of coverage. He makes no bones about his own faults, even as he takes the opportunity to set the record straight on a number of minor and major points, and takes any number of digs at himself as well as others.
It’s all terribly good fun in a very British sense of humor and style, and I loved it to bits. I actually slowed down because I wanted to savor all the stories, and took my time finishing it.
A lovely, charming entertainment from a charming and lovely entertainer. A real treat.
Quick Review: The Chairman, Stephen Frey
You would hardly expect a novel about equity fund managers to be a nail-biting edge-of-the-seat action-packed thriller, would you? This is Stephen Frey at the top of his game. The story starts with a funeral for a murdered man–and a car explosion attempting to kill his successor. And bang, the race is on. This is a terrific thriller, a quick, breathless read with never a wrong note or a dull moment. Maybe a tad too much machismo for me, but that is the world being portrayed after all, and people like these are apparently macho–even the women at times. There’s little not to like. I couldn’t put the book down till I finished it and that’s not something I say about most thrillers since I first discovered Robert Ludlum as a coed. I am so definitely going to read the sequel The Protege and then go back and get the Freys I missed and hope they’re all as good as this one. Terrific fun!
Here's the Banker!
Hi, this is the alternate blog of Indian author Ashok K. Banker. I set up this blog when my main site at www.ashokbanker.com crashed due to a hacker’s intrusion. As of this writing, that main site is still down. Until the problems there are resolved and it comes back online, keep in touch with this alternate blog for news and updates on me and my work.
SLAYER OF KAMSA: Book 1 of The Krishna Coriolis will be out next month (October). Written in a pacier style than my Ramayana Series, this short impactful book details the rise to power of the monstrous Kamsa and his brutal campaign to thwart the birth of the prophesied 8th Child. 