Sam Neill, popular New Zealand/Australian actor, writes his memoir. I settle down to listen to my library audiobook soothed by Neil’s leisurely narration. He said he was a slow kid. I am somewhat amazed how he could write much less narrate this very readable book so quickly - of course, because maybe as any actor must, he knew his subject.
In late years, facing an uncertain health future, and honest with the big C threat, he has lots of memories readers will like sharing. Even if you aren’t familiar with the magical movie world. The book’s subject (his personal journey) is the sort of book that many people could write. Or think they could, if only. 😌
Growing up, school bullies, shy kid comes good and makes films, hero roles include dinosaurs. 🦕.
But he is about people and his beloved country New Zealand. He admits personal faults as he wanders on through a life with memories of the only thing he admits he was good at, being an actor. Thence becoming somewhat famous, he recalls with deep affection the friends who died young, his family, really truly great actors, and in later years his love of wine making.
Watch one of his films (perhaps Hunt for the Wilder People), and enjoy the humour and experiences of a thoughtful man who claims to be no great thinker. He made good. He can also write (narrate) so raise a glass of Pinot and turn on the audiobook.