This was an a nice little diversion off the fiction road: a collection of short anecdotal essays on…just about everything. Experiences, thoughts, ideas, emotions, lessons learnt, relationships, school years. Anything that’s helped (or not) to build the character of a sixty-something-year-old.
Savage, by his own admission has had a bit of a helter-skelter life as a hippie, an artist, writer, broadcaster, a husband and dad, a Vietnam veteran.
There are all sorts of musings: his memory is elephantine. If I could retain a nano-atom of what he can, I’d be happy. There are hints that he’s sometimes scraped through life by the skin of his teeth and hasn’t always liked himself. But he’s found a place and time in his life where he’s comfortable with who he is. Life has moulded him.
I wouldn’t say these essays are how-tos, but because of the sincerity and honesty in which they’re written, they’re very definitely interesting and thought-provoking. By the end, I felt as if I’d spent a cosy afternoon in a café, chatting to an old friend about the rights and wrongs of the world, people, and life in general.