SIlver-tongued sourpuss Rupert Everett can't abide gay marriage, can't stand gay parenting, can't believe he's not a movie star, and can't forgive the Tonys for ignoring his performance in Blithe Spirit, but he can write. Exceedingly well. I liked his novels Hello Darling, Are You Working?
and The Hairdressers of St.Tropez
.
The Independent named his brand new Vanished Years
[Kindle] one of the best memoirs of 2012: "Rupert Everett surprised us with his ability to string beautiful sentences together in the first volume of his autobiography. Vanished Years, his second, can be defined simultaneously as a celebrity memoir and a meta-memoir on the transient – and silly - nature of celebrity. Almost every sentence is worth savouring with one great anecdote after another. In one near-miss with reality TV, Everett accidentally signs up for The Apprentice without knowing of the much-feared Sir Alan Sugar... 'Imagine my surprise when I saw Sid James sitting on one side of a large table'. A no-holds-barred memoir with everything a fan of the genre could wish for: humour, honesty, self-deprecation, sharp observation and his friend, Madonna."
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