Merton is a very funny man, but not a great writer; the prose is pretty plodding, and the intersected jokes are mainly visual.
I didn’t know that he had been married three times and that his 2nd wife died, having refused the therapies, of breast cancer. But a lot of the book was a bit of a plod through his early life and career, and for me it really only came to life in about the last 40 pages which are fairly contemporary.
I am sure he is a decent bloke, but he should probably stick to the day job.
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