Updated 13/05/2014
Carr’s self-deprecating camp infuses this autobiography which unfortunately stops short before his fame gets started, suggesting all the good stuff has been saved for later volumes. It’s a shame because despite the good humour there is nothing remarkable here, unless you count the fact that Carr is surprisingly well-adjusted for a comedian.
Alan’s formative years seem no different to those of any ordinary middle-class thirty-something; nice family, depressingly menial part-time jobs, a pointless degree and some fun holidays.
Unfortunately the opportunity to offer advice on the perils of building a stand-up career is overlooked, with Carr being unduly brief and modest about such a difficult profession.
If you like Carr you’ll like this, but the best is probably yet to come.
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