Good Company

Finished The Fry Chronicles a few days ago, and glad to have to have done so. Mr Fry was good company - diffusely rambling in a relaxing sort of way - and it was just the kind of book to read when carrying out the messy business of moving house - but towards the end I felt I'd had enough and needed to get back to something with a bit more substance. Not that the Chronicles were entirely vapid - there's some very interesting material on the writer's bi-polar disorder, and quite a few passages of comment on various issues that had an impact through the tolerant good sense expressed - but they got a bit gossipy at times and a little overly indulgent when it came to spelling out the virtues of various partners in his work. Mind you, those are endearing faults.

And, all in all, it was an endearing read. I found myself really liking the guy despite - or possibly because of - his many faults.