Aha! I, Partridge is my first autobiography so by default my favourite. While I’m not particularly interested in famous people’s lives, this fictional entity has far more worth to say than any real celebrity. His rambles are a source of much laughter. Hated in the fictional world, loved in the real world. Let’s talk about Alan.
The autobiography follows the general layout. Childhood, life all the way up to present day. Alan includes a music track listing to accompany his work which is mandatory. His words not mine, but playing the songs as instructed really brings some great depth to what he has to discuss. Or just more laughs. Jump by Van Halen to express his move from hospital radio to commercial radio. Why not?
The pace is excellent, as he hates on people who brought him down a notch and love for… not many. The childhood tales make for a pleasing build up, chuckles on every page and some interesting information not provided in the television series. The middle content is the best however as he does cover the events we’ve seen on television. The way he twists the truth, attacks people and some unusual word choices make each page a tear jerker. And not the sad kind. Unfortunately it feels like it runs out of steam as he discusses more present events, with word count buffing and less engaging events being processed onto the page.
Two thirds are excellent though and I, Partridge is an essential read for fans of the radio host. It manages to be as incredible as the series when it is on a high, and while the ending parts aren’t quite as consistently brilliant, there seems to be a bright future ahead for the man of Norwich.