eYE Marty: The newly discovered autobiography of a comic genius

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Per non parlare delle fughe verso Parigi, all’epoca città simbolo per artisti ed intellettuali, alla ricerca di qualcosa che non riusciva a trovare tra recitazione e musica jazz. I think I just don't know enough about Marty Feldman and I am even less interested in English life to care to look up the many expressions in this book. Die hard Marty fan or know very little about him - either way, this is a pretty decent read and an entertaining book.

Quindi diciamo che se il mio scopo fosse stato solo quello di avere nozioni in più sulla vita di un bravo attore, ecco, in tal caso il libro ha funzionato. But he was a contemporary of the Pythons, helped them out, started with them in their early TV appearances. The book is exactly as Feldman wrote it, his great friend Mark Flanagan, had it transcribed, with even the photos inserted where Feldman had noted where they should go.

It was a face that David Frost, one of his bosses, characterised as 'too grotesque' for television -- see what Feldman has to say about Frost, and Francis Bacon, and John Lennon.

Sia chiaro, non è che si chiedano i dettagli morbosi, ma almeno qualche approfondimento su un evento tanto importante. I've always been a fan of Marty's, and to read bits of his sketch writing and poetry scattered throughout an autobiography of fearless, comedy genius and scrappy bohemian bliss. A spokesman said: ‘The book is exactly as Feldman wrote it, his great friend Mark Flanagan, had it transcribed, with even the photos inserted where Feldman had noted where they should go. Disjointedly, Ross details the well-liked Feldman’s rise to stardom as Eye-Gor in Young Frankenstein, his eventual disillusion with Hollywood, and his death from a heart attack during the filming of Yellowbeard.

According to an editor's note in Feldman's posthumously published autobiography, Graham Chapman was with him at the time of his death. Hilarious, deeply charming, aphoristic, ironic, charged throughout with lust for life and filled with scenes of great vanished eras and and portraits of other performers and friends, Eye Marty is the amazing discovery of the story of a man who was at the heart of the British comedy revolution. Feldman created a number of immensely successful and influential shows, and was one of the most essential creative forces in British comedy embodied also by his close friends and creative partners from Beyond the Fringe (especially Peter Cook and Dudley Moore) and Monty Python (especially John Cleese, Graham Chapman and Eric Idle). I thought this would be an interesting story but it's gotten into tedious details of his television writing career that I'm not interested in. It seems harsh to criticize this book because it was unfinished as a result of Marty Feldman's death and remained gathering dust until his wife, Lauretta died.

Le notti passate dove di regola dovevi legare gli scarponi alla branda per evitare che te li fregassero.Niente: in un capitolo ha ancora il suo viso di nascita, alla fine del capitolo si accenna alla malattia, in quello dopo si parla già dei suoi occhi peculiari.

Però per arrivare a questa esperienza di lettura bisogna giungere ad almeno metà del libro, davvero troppo. And perhaps another biographer could have latched on to a detail like that and written a much better work – by acknowledging the brilliant moments and the great work, but zeroing in on how it all went wrong. Other reviewers said this biography fawned over Feldman; that is not the impression I got because it did thoroughly cover his many addictions and acts of misbehavior which undoubtedly killed him. Le cose migliorano quando si arriva al 1973 e alle riprese di Frankenstein Junior perché almeno si comincia ad avere una corrispondenza diretta tra quello che si legge e ciò che si è potuto vedere di persona. Unflaggingly self-deprecating, yet remaining resolutely positive, Feldman tells his story with humour and candour, neither wallowing over unhappy periods, nor gloating about his successes.

Thanks to lost show recordings and few repeats, all we really know him for is a hump and a great line about werewolves. In a 1979 interview, when asked how long he had practised this, he stated: "I was about five and a half or six when I converted; I'm forty-three now, so it's been approximately thirty-eight years. Published exactly as Feldman had left it, there are some passages which seem a tad scatological: perhaps collaborating with an editor would have helped finesse the work in places, but that rawness does lend great emotional gravitas when we reach the end of the book and realise that he had so many exciting projects he was working of when the heart attack took him from us. His unpublished biography was discovered in his former Los Angeles home by nightclub owner Mark Flanagan, who inherited the property from Feldman’s widow, Lauretta.