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Loitering With Intent: The Apprentice

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Who says a great actor has to be a self-absorbed boor with no life or thoughts of his own offstage or off-camera? This second installment of noted actor O'Toole's autobiography brims over with vitality, quirky charm, and loving reminiscences of fellow drama school students, teachers, and a host of other fascinating souls. O'Toole is clearly one of those people who makes his own fun, and naturally finds kindred spirits wherever he goes in life. He doesn't choose his friends based on their status or what they can do for him, he just enjoys their company. And how! The myriad, unorthodox ways O'Toole and his pals devise to obtain lodgings, food, semi-clean laundry and other of life's necessities will have you laughing out loud. One of many highlights concerns the delightful, party given to celebrate the final hours of leaky old houseboat, where guests take turns pumping the sea back out even as it sloshes at their ankles. A rip-roaring good time was had by the artist as a young apprentice, and his mates!

O'Toole has a gift for the English language -- you just want to read whole chapters aloud, to enjoy the sound of the words. There are also scores of laugh-out-loud funny anecdotes sprinkled throughout, all told with wry joy. This isn't a typical actor's memoir -- this is way more fun.

I want Peter O'Toole to scrible my life story. One of our grandest actors turns out to be a remarkable writer. If he was writing about any other person than himself, this would be a great book; a most enjoyable reading experience; and a primer in how to tell the story of a larger than life person. As it happens, Peter O'Toole, the exceptional writer, is writing about Peter O'Toole, the peerless actor.

And this is Volume Two! Do grab the first book, "Loitering With Intent: The Child." It is not only a fascinating story of the very early years of O'Toole's boyhood in Ireland, it is also a personal account of the world plunging into the chaos of the 1930s that became World War II.

Read them both...preferasbly in order. And pray Mr O'Toole is with us long enough to craft volume three!

The Apprentice, volume the second of Peter O'Toole's autobiographical opus Loitering With Intent, affords a rambling view of London in the mid-50s as seen by a starving student at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. As he makes clear from the start, reverence for the language is of paramount importance to O'Toole, and his writing style is terrifically engaging. We are joyfully swept along as he unstintingly shares both triumphs and embarrassments in finding his way as an actor and as a man. Abundant are the lessons for any would-be thesbian: the book is replete with tit-bits about the history of the theater, its leading figures, theory and practice (the section where he compares playwriting and acting techniques with the game of cricket is a delight). He gives us a glimpse, too, of a great heart in the throes of first love. All in all an enormously satisfying read, and reread. Highly recommended.

That O'Toole can write is no surprise to anyone who has seen him act, since--although he is saying others' lines on screen--a pulsing intelligence comes through in his performances. (Brando can't write in SONGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME, and neither could KATHERINE HEPBURN in her autobiography. As good as they are as actors, they don't suggest eloquence on the screen...despite the quality of the lines they say). But O'Toole is not one of the greatest writers alive. This volume shows that. His writing needs to be more linear. He IS one of the greatest actors alive, however. So I wish he would leave his desk and get in front of a movie camera or on stage instead. I don't believe there is such a thing as a genius actor. But if there is, O'Toole is it (and the only one). There has certainly never been an actor as charismatic (well, maybe Cary Grant. But could Grant have played serious drama as well as light comedy? He never played in a drama that I know of).

I read this book because I enjoy O'Toole's superb acting, but it is not an easy read and it doesn't really say much, even though I am familiar with many of the characters. I dislike his rambling writing style which seems to follow that of the late Robin Smith of the Scottish Mountaineering Journal, but with notably less success. Could well have been half the length.

I don't recommend it if you expect his writing to be as entertaining as his acting.