"There's a lot more to Stephen Fry," my fiancee said to me this morning. Even without context, the sentiment holds. he's an icon. A British icon. something of a legend.

What did I like about this book, you may ask? The most interesting part of [b:Moab is my washpot|66857|Moab Is My Washpot|Stephen Fry|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1170662529s/66857.jpg|2951429], you may recall, was the honesty - in fact, the daring bullseye of a very lauded publican being so openly honest. quite naturally there's more of the same here, speckled with glimpses into Fry's self image and mindset which are, if not shocking, at least powerful enough to alter one's perceptions of the man considerably.

There were certain parts that made me chuckle, of course - and so many little things too numerous to list. The Dorchester events, for instance. Hugh Laurie's digestive system. The Queens' Fellows on co-ed. more and more besides, as I say. Far too numerous to list - you may as well read the whole book. There's also a great outpouring of milieu; Fry's Cambridge years especially fairly ring with a sense of the times. I can only conclude with the thought that I had whilst finishing the final few pages: this is a piece of history.