Moab Is My Washpot

One of those books that I call ‘a meal of a read’. It’s nourishing, and, after reading, you feel full of wordy and descriptive goodness. With a vocabulary as vast as an ocean, Fry is able to use precisely the right word to convey, exactly, every thought, feeling and action. As a result, this book, as is true of all Fry’s writing, is as immersive, enjoyable and rewarding as anything I’ve ever read. Moab Is My Washpot puts the reader right there with Stephen, experiencing life, well, the part of life covered in the book, anyway, with him; you’re like a confidant, a friend, and, just as with a friend, he pulls few punches and is searingly honest and brutally frank. He is also his witty, clever, charming self.

This book isn't a wishy-washy nostalgic biography but a heart rending story of a man who understands he is flawed but is struggling to understand why. I'm not sure if this book has helped him in this however. Like many people he is struggling to come up with excuses for himself. For example, he claimed at one point that developing a crush on Matthew at the public school was the reason for his thieving but he had already alluded to stealing from the changing rooms at prep school.

Boring.... sorry I'm a big fan of Stephen Fry and was expecting more. He just waffles on about nothing most of the time. gave up a third of the way into the book.