Although Julian Clary had previously written memoir and humorous non-fiction, this is his first foray into fiction, and what a great start it is. Written in the style of a memoir, it gripped me from the first page, with a central character, Johnny Debonair, who was full of charisma and wit, and despite the dark turns his life takes, Johnny tells his story honestly and with integrity. I loved this book!
It should be noted, however, that this darkly funny tale is not for the faint hearted, as the book contains graphic descriptions of sex and prostitution.
What the book does have, and has it in spades, is brilliantly funny writing. I must admit, I’ve not had a lot of exposure to Julian Clary as a comedian, but from what I have seen, I think his style is often based on innuendo and double entendre. This is not the same style of humour on display in the book, which is more subtle at times and at others, a slap across the face, but the comic touches sparkle on every page.
I guess if you’re going to pick up a bright pink and yellow murder book, written by a notoriously risqué comedian, with quotes from newspaper reviews referring to “filthy”, “shocking”, and “high camp”, then I would hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for. However, if you can cope with this type of language and content, then you won’t be disappointed with a genuinely unputdownable book.