A Quantum of Boredom
Roger Moore’s My Word Is My Bond is published by Michael O’Mara Books. I don’t know where he found his ghost-writer, maybe it’s his accountant.
Roger Moore is the first to admit to being an average actor. Maybe in the hope to be contradicted, I won’t contradict him on that for certain. He definitely is a very bad writer or chose a very bad ghost-writer for his book. The book is like his acting, mealy mouthed and bland.
When celebrities bring out their biographies, it is customarily a pack of lies. They fall in two categories, how I would have liked my life to have been, and how I would like to be remembered. This one falls into the second category. But whereas other celebrities showed a certain artfulness in names dropping, this is just plain over-kill.
Starting with his childhood in Stockwell, South London, is not a topic that fascinates, nor being a hypochondriac. But calling every person he cares to mention, i.e. names drop, a very good friend is putting it on too brown. And leaving out two marriages and the reasons for their break up just shows the quality of the biography: Zero content. Instead we get some sop about his children and his current marriage.
This book probably started out life as a list of names that then were cobbled together willy nilly by construing painful sentences to fill empty pages. The long litany of names dropped from actors to singers, from presidents to royalty, is interspersed with thin anecdotal comments. The final bomb shell is the last chapter; it’s a boring list of all the countries he has ever been. Publisher said it needed a few more pages.
There is absolutely no reason why anybody would want to buy this book. It’s bland like a glass of water. It is boring. It puts you to sleep every second passage. Even fans will be shocked by the complete emptiness that is Roger Moore.
I have accorded this book the title of Passenger Number One on the James Bond marketing train. If you like to meet further passengers, here they are:
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