If I could invite anyone over for dinner then I might ask Clive James. He is a funny man. This memoir is about his years on the idiot box. He talks about the people he worked with, the people he interviewed, and the various shows he put on. Being famous for his television work belies his ability as a writer. I very much enjoyed this book which I listened to as an audiobook narrated by the author. This is what Clive had to write about The Blaze of Obscurity on his website clivejames.com:
The Blaze of Obscurity
Though it always courts tedium to be precise about numbers, in this case the statistics tell a story. The fifth volume of my unreliable memoirs, The Blaze of Obscurity, covering my years in television between 1982 and 2000, had a publication date (October 7, 2009) timed to coincide with my 70th birthday. It would have been a pretty good stratagem for saying “not dead yet” if the book had not been sent to join a full fifty other brand-new showbiz autobiographies released for the Christmas season. So there I was, toe to toe with Alan Titchmarsh, and neck and neck with Katie Price if I was very lucky. In fact the only advantages I had over the latter candidate were (a) I wrote my book myself, and (b) my breasts were real. But with the help, perhaps, of a BBC Radio 4 Book of the Week serialisation, my latest offering escaped instant burial, and even attracted some serious reviews, which I proudly append – proudly because, against all likelihood, I actually try to make this apparently frivolous form a vehicle for what little wisdom I might have managed to acquire.










Stephen Sanderson, Auckland, NZ
Reading the western canon one book at a time. Thanks for stopping by.