Monday, January 9, 2012

The wit and wisdom of Stephen Fry

While looking around the library shelves for weekend reading, my sight fell on a familiar face on the front cover of a book. A closer look and I recognized the charming, smiling face of a young man - Stephen Fry. I knew him as a consummate actor (remember Jeeves and Wooster?), but did he write books? I turned the front cover and read the blurb on the laminated cover. I loved his self-deprecating humor and mock humility instantly. Along with Orwell and Wodehouse, I brought him home to spend the weekend with. That's the best thing I have done this weekend.


Paperweight (what a title!) is a collection of Fry's various writing, from radio scripts to newspaper columns. I haven't completed the book yet but I truly enjoyed every article I read so far. Fry has an amazing command over the language. The book is replete with hilarious articles ranging from laugh-out-loud funny to amusingly insightful. He had me in splits with his wit on numerous occasions. To sum up in three words - Insightful, interesting and Intriguing. (oops, that's four words!)

P.S: The copy of this book I borrowed from library is autographed by the author. I am seriously thinking of  holding on this copy and replacing it with a new one. This is certainly one book I will treasure.
P.S.1: Apparently, Paperweight is not Stephen Fry's best work. I read somewhere that his autobiography 'Moab Is My Washpot' is his masterpiece. I can't wait to get a copy of it.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Quick post :)

I thought it always snowed when the temperature dropped down to zero or below. All that changed in the recent past. The last time it snowed it was about three or four degrees and quite warm (by the standards of Canadian winter). Today has been the coldest day of the season yet. With temperature remaining steady at minus thirteen or thereabouts, it was bone-chillingly cold. Surprising enough, not a flake of snow in sight. Bright and sunny morning tricked me into thinking that it was warm outside. I headed out to work armed with but a spring jacket. No gloves, no scarf, no hat, nothing. On a suicidal mission. In winter, dogs and books are not man's best friends. Gloves, hat and scarf, are. I raced to the subway station but I should have known that wouldn't help either. Blistering ears, numb fingers and out of breath. Not the way I would have wanted my first work day of the year to be.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

"In the end the love you take is equal to the love you make."
Happy new year folks!