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The Smoking Diaries

Name: The Smoking Diaries
Author: Simon Gray
ISBN: 9780786715459

by Simon Gray

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When he turned sixty-five, the acclaimed playwright Simon Gray began to keep this diary: not a careful honing of the day's events with a view to posterity but an account of his thoughts as he had them, honestly, turbulently, digressively expressed. The Smoking Diaries is the result, in which one of Britain's most amusing and original writers reflects on a life filled with cigarettes (continuing), alcohol (stopped), several triumphs and many more disasters, shame, adultery, friendship, and love. Few diarists have been as frank about themselves, and even fewer as entertaining. "So here I am, two hours into my sixty-sixth year.... The truth is that I'm nastier than I used to be back when—back when I was sixty-four, for instance, when I was nastier than when I was at sixty-two and so forth, back and back, always the less nasty the further back, until I get to the age when I was pre-nasty, at least consciously, when the only shame I knew was the shame of being found out, which was when I was, well, about eight, I suppose."

Synopsis

When he turned sixty-five, the acclaimed playwright Simon Gray began to keep this diary: not a careful honing of the day’s events with a view to posterity but an account of his thoughts as he had them, honestly, turbulently, digressively expressed. The Smoking Diaries is the result, in which one of Britain’s most amusing and original writers reflects on a life filled with cigarettes (continuing), alcohol (stopped), several triumphs and many more disasters, shame, adultery, friendship, and love. Few diarists have been as frank about themselves, and even fewer as entertaining.

“So here I am, two hours into my sixty-sixth year.... The truth is that I’m nastier than I used to be back when—back when I was sixty-four, for instance, when I was nastier than when I was at sixty-two and so forth, back and back, always the less nasty the further back, until I get to the age when I was pre-nasty, at least consciously, when the only shame I knew was the shame of being found out, which was when I was, well, about eight, I suppose.”

Publishers Weekly

About to celebrate his 66th birthday, Gray, the British author of more than 30 plays, including the forthcoming Broadway revival of Butley (which will star Nathan Lane), started writing this witty journal of passing time, missed opportunities and his personality quirks, with the underlying topic of his smoking three packs of cigarettes daily and the wheezing and dizziness that accompany his habit. He traces his romance with tobacco to the incessant smoking of his overaffectionate Mummy and emotionally distant Daddy, and to his savvy 1940s and '50s childhood spent as part of a girl-run kiddie gang in Montreal. Gray's funny vignettes introduce characters such as Mr. and Mrs. Alzheimer (he suffers from the disease; she, therefore, is an "Alzheimer widow"), and "schoolmaster floggers" Mr. Brown and Mr. Burn. While somberly noting the demise of his parents and several friends from smoking-relating cancer and emphysema, Gray keeps up a constant comedy routine about the British literary world, his claustrophobia in cars and trains, the TV series Law and Order and other random subjects. His memoir is a dark comedy, full of intimacy, limericks, wisdom and fun. Photos. Agent, Angela Rose/Granta. (Aug.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

About the Author, Simon Gray

Simon Gray is the author of more than 30 plays, including Butley, The Common Pursuit, and Cell Mates, as well as his memoirs Enter a Fox, Fat Chance, and The Year of the Jouncer.

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Library Journal

British author Gray is perhaps best known for his plays, produced on stage as well as on television and radio, but he has also written films, fiction, and nonfiction. This memoir begins two hours into his 66th year, as he tries to make sense of what has shaped him. In a stream-of-consciousness style that often sounds as if he were speaking a soliloquy, he relates his childhood in Canada and England. Some aspects of his life are hard to face-his parents' infidelities and his own, his devotion to smoking despite its contribution to the deaths of his parents and a dear friend-and he digresses, much to the reader's enjoyment, before returning to his initial thread. In other instances, he second-guesses himself: Did he deliberately shy away from certain opportunities? He need not worry. Whatever his experiences, they have given him plenty of material with which to work. His style is engaging and witty, and he elicits your sympathy. Those unfamiliar with his work will want to check it out after reading this; those who know it will not be surprised at the quality of the writing here. Recommended for academic libraries and larger public libraries.-Gina Kaiser, Univ. of the Sciences Lib., Philadelphia Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews

Lyrical and darkly funny meditations on death, infirmity and other disasters of aging by one of Britain's most acclaimed playwrights. Gray, author of scripts for radio, television and the stage, begins his seemingly stream-of-consciousness diaries on his 65th birthday, the day he learns that his good friend Harold Pinter has cancer. So does his close friend Ian Hamilton, who dies during the course of Gray's diary keeping; and before the end, Gray learns that he has it, too, though his stomach and liver are "in such a shambles" that he won't live long enough for his prostate cancer to matter. Indeed, death hovers over the book yet doesn't permeate it, for Gray has filled it with sharp observations, delicious and terrible childhood memories of parents, grandparents and schooldays, and choice comments about films (Gary Cooper's portrayal of the tortured, stoic sheriff in High Noon, he writes, owes much to the actor's painfully inflamed piles during the filming) and the work of other writers (W.H. Auden is especially scorned). Asides, afterthoughts and digressions create the impression that the writing is spontaneous and unedited, the author talking to himself and jotting down his thoughts in a yellow pad. It's not, however, a casual diary. It's a collection of well-crafted essays (with intriguing titles-"On Being a Genius," "Still Not Mummy's Football Boots," "A Smoking Urologist") that touch on friendship, adultery, illness, loss, writing, family and anybody and anything else in life that captures the writer's attention. Throughout, he is frank and funny about his failings and his weaknesses ("his fecklessness, self-indulgence, extravagance"). Once a four-bottles-of-champagne-a-day drinkerwho now has only diet sodas, a smoker who's trying to cut down from his habitual 60 cigarettes a day, he's overdrawn at his bank and can't pay his taxes, yet he dines out more often than in, and vacations with his wife in Barbados and Italy. Artful ramblings about life fully lived and well remembered.