The Late Hector Kipling by David Thewlis
Actor, playwright, author. Is there nothing this man can’t do? I guess not.
I’ve managed to curb much of my snobbishness about reading, but I still can’t help the question arising. When ‘that bloke off the telly’ writes a book I can’t help thinking would this book have made it into print on its own, or is it the fame talking?
In respect of David Thewlis’s The Late Hector Kipling I think the answer is yes. It is very funny to begin with, although I found I couldn’t laugh so readily toward the end. That’s just me.
The characters are well developed, not just visually but emotionally too (I’m talking sort of technically here – when you read it you’ll know why I choose to distinguish). Their words, thoughts and actions are spot on. There are some very funny moments, and a good deal of discomfort as it progresses. The eponymous protagonist comes across first as a witty and irreverent sort of guy that we probably wouldn’t mind having a pint with. I’d need to be allowed four letter words to describe him at the end. I think this is what made it hard for me to laugh come the finale, but I doff my hat to Thewlis for sticking to the character’s guns.
If you like art, or if you don’t you will enjoy the sly digs and also insights into the solipsistic nature of creation, what art is, and when life is.
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