In my quest to ensure that I review every book that I read for Amazon (because I find other peoples reviews very useful) Ive added my latest. Its for the Kenneth Williams Diaries. I seemed to be reading them for ages there are forty years worth of entries. Its interesting for me because, during the time I was reading them I have also been maintaining this blog. While this isnt quite a diary, the process is very similar and one paragraph in the diaries struck me as interesting:
The preoccupation with diary writing is caused by various things: the desire to keep a record which can be useful later, and committing to paper what cant be communicated to a mentor
oh! all kinds of reasons, but fundamentally it is about loneliness.
Is it? Maybe it is. Who knows?
The Kenneth Williams Diaries, Edited by Russell Davies (Harper Collins, 1993)
I honestly think Kenneth Williams was unique. He certainly seemed to hate much about himself and didnt have a great deal of time for a lot of other people. Sadly, the Diaries reputation precedes them and I expected more of the bitchiness that he is supposedly famed for. Despite that, there is plenty of Kenneths acid tongue in this book. His barbs are aimed squarely at his fans, his colleagues and the shows he felt obliged to work in. Some of the most intriguing insights are those that relate to the Carry On film series. Before Carry On made him famous, he was a well-respected stage actor. The Carry On films made him legendary (and wealthy) but he often felt they were beneath him.
Kenneth is well aware of his own nature. On 20 March 1987 he writes, Everyone was v. nice to me
it is extraordinary that Im so liked because Im invariably rude & tetchy and that sums up much of the book. You get a sense of love for the theatre, plays, and poetry and even for some of the work. However he is also offensive to many and seemed to have few good words for much of British Theatre. Much of the hate is due to an inner turmoil over the lack of companionship in his life (Never to speak of my love for a man) and some from the frustrations of his nature. Obsessed by noise and cleanliness the very act of living seems painful and in the end his illness and genuine pain appear to get too much for him.
The diaries are very well written and Davies editing not intrusive. Williams certainly didnt appear to edit himself and the result is a frank and articulate book. Words seem to flow easily which is, perhaps, not surprising for a man who made a living in the final years of his life from his large collection of humorous anecdotes. Spanning over forty years its hard to keep track of the players in Kenneths life and at 800 pages its not a light read. Nevertheless, the diaries are a vivid, malicious and (at times) very funny read into the world of a man who, in his day, was considered outrageous.
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