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3.0 out of 5 stars
Lacks the master's touch, July 5, 2004
This review is from: Alistair Cooke: A Biography (Hardcover)
Alistair Cooke lived for nearly one hundred years and that's about how long it will take you to read this book.
On the plus side, author Nick Clarke has certainly been thorough. He does provide an insight into the subject's career, his personal life and his complex personality.
Unfortunately, the whole thing moves along at a snail's pace and at well over 500 pages you'll need the dedication of a Tibetan monk in order to stick with it.
In my opinion, it should have been trimmed back and sharpened up considerably with a lot more pace being injected into the text during the editing process.
Cooke, a veteran journalist and prolific author himself, was a master at creating bright and colourful profiles of famous people, places and events. I only wish that he had written a comprehensive autobiography in order to tell the story of his own life in detail.
This publication IS definitely worth adding to your bookshelves if you are a fan of "Alistair the Great". It does the job but it lacks the master's touch.
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3.0 out of 5 stars
It Should Have Landed In New York, November 29, 2010
Alistair Cooke, A Biography, Nick Clarke; Arcade Publishing (1999)
The first 400 pages or so were generally a pleasure to read. Then Nick lost his way.
Overwriting marinated in verbosity -stoutly barred from entry, previously - gradually seeped into the author's mix, & thus, the final 100+ pages were pure drudgery (I had a flashback to a long-ago decade when reading had been impersonally assigned & if you were stuck with a lemon, tough. This was the liberation of being able to read solely for pleasure, personal enrichment, & revelation - forfeited).
I also became exasperated with the author's casual offering of useless partial dates (i.e., "March 3rd") instead of the real thing ("March 3rd, 1932"), which too often made chronological orientation impossible - because of Clark's habit of flitting ahead in time & then backtracking to an earlier month (belonging to an unspecified year).
Reading continuity is ruined when it becomes necessary to return to pages already read into order to find the last year ("1942," etc.) mentioned, so that it is possible to figure out what year it had been on the page from which the unnecessary inquiry had commenced.
" `Cooke insisted that the programmes should be chronological [in structure]. That way, he said, you could hold the audience's attention from week to week.' "
This recollection by the producer of the America historical television series, quoted by none other than the author, regretfully did not make a great enough impression on the author doing the quoting & the editor doing the editing.
(The producer's name, Michael Gill, today is unfortunately synonymous with a scoundrel who has just been banished from entering his horses in Pennsylvanian races. Rest assured, they are not the same man.)
It is not enough just to be able to write well. The absence in ACAB of wit - quoted from subjects & the author's own - was also a liability.
Thank goodness for the irrepressibly peevish H.L. Mencken who inspired Clarke to write that he "still complaining about the [his excessive hotel] air conditioning [which - combined with the inferno that was the 1948 Democratic Party's convention hall - had invested him with a whammo cold & fever] as if it were some New Deal Conspiracy."
But during the previous 230 pages, readers looking for a balance of wit & serious subject matter got stiffed.
Mostly, no regrets; & having written this before entering into the caldron of the Amazon reviews, I wouldn't be surprising if the previous votes have created a near-perfect 4.8 stars-across-the-board rating.
[Post Note: I am astonished that this book has garnered exactly one review prior to mine - & that not a single copy of the hardcover edition is available for sale.]
But that final descent - as if the book were a transatlantic plane, having made it to New York from London & then ordered to continue to fly on to Los Angeles after its first approach to the Kennedy runway had been inexplicably aborted- of the last chapters just did me in.
Hence this sincere, yet unenthused, endorsement of Alistair Cooke, A Biography.
[PN 05/24/11: The worthless scoundrels at the Telegraph (UK) wrote a fairy tale obituary of Jane White Cooke, born 01/10/13, Montclair, N.J. Happiest marriage ever of any two mortals on earth, etc. Infuriating.]
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