A relaxing read following Alex’s activities and thoughts for 18 months from Jan 1995.
He obviously enjoys nature as flowers and birds are often mentioned.
It is surprising to find out his is very self-conscious, gets nervous in new situations.
An interesting and honest report even revealing his thoughts on approaching old age and grumpiness at times.
“It seems a pity that the good old phrase ‘living in sin’ is likely to be dropped by the C of E. So many friends, happily living in sin, will feel very ordinary and humdrum when they become merely partners; or, as the Americans say, ‘an item’.” Page 26.
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Somebody said, "Hey, Sir Alec Guiness, will you keep a daily diary for a couple years so we can publish it?" And he said "ok." If one expects to learn deep or penetrating information about the life of Alec Guiness, one will be disappointed. If, however, one enjoys an old British actor's daily commentary on his mundane and sacred activities, with lots of reminisces included, this is a delightful read! Despite the conceit of the book, I really liked his ruminations, often witty, mostly candid, on aging, what books he is reading, and his random stories of actors I may or may not have heard of. It made me want to read more books of the "journals of" or "letters of" variety. ( )

The Oscar-winning actor's diary from January 1995 through June of 1996. This guy knew how to live. Guinness turned 82 years old while keeping this diary (he kept a diary for over 30 years), lost sight in one eye, experienced significant hearing loss, was mostly retired, and did more in a month than most people do in a year. The reader is treated to his views of society, food, his adherence to his Catholic faith, his hopes of winning the National Lottery, worry about his forgetfulness that made learning lines increasingly difficult, and his complaining about junk mail and illness. He is self-conscious about speaking to an audience and often beats himself up for what he perceives to be a poor speech or performance.
He is also the person art is made for, as his mood is elevated considerably by beautiful music, an enjoyable play or a though-provoking painting, and he attends the theater or new exhibits at an enviable rate, while also finding time to dine in famous restaurants with other famous actors and writers. He's funny, yet fears he's a bore:

...Shakespeare in Henry V, has a brief phrase, "Old men forget". It is horribly true, as every old person knows, but what would be even more disturbing would be "Old men remember!", for once they start remembering how the hell do you put a stop to them? And by 'them' I mean me.

I found so much in this little book. He'd discuss actors, artwork or a sonata by Beethoven with such admiration that I had to look them up immediately. He loved books, and shopped for them in London bookstores often (his favorites were Patrick O' Brian, Shakespeare, John Updike and Montaigne) while admitting shame at his slowness in reading, as he couldn't stop himself from acting out favorite scenes. ( )

Its a diary, kept for 18 months roughly, from January 1995 to June 1996; an interesting follow up to his own autobiography written in the 80s (this was written about 10 years later). He writes really well; very descriptive and not without wit - he's very funny without trying for laughs, if that makes sense.

Its clear he's only letting readers know a bit about him, but its entertaining - just whatever he's doing or thinking each day which often leads back to stories from years gone by. He's over 80 at the time of writing and its clear he's feeling his age a bit. He notes with some sadness, the friends that have died during the writing of the diary - indeed, the last week of the book sees another friend of over 50 years pass away unexpectedly.

I think he comes across as not being entirely happy with his lot in life - his biographies say as much. But that said, its not a morose book - his musings on various things good and bad is entertaining and readable, even when he's having a grumble about something. His description of his holiday in Italy towards the end of the book is so entertaininly detailed and descriptive one almost feels we are there observing it happening. ( )

Guinness was one of the greatest stage actors of England, yet it was his chameleon work in cinema that really made him a beloved figure. Whether it was Bridge On The River Kwai, Kind Hearts and Coronets, Scrooge, or even Star Wars, Mr. Guinness was a delight on the screen.

This book was a must-buy after I plowed through his delightful memoir, "Blessings In Disguise". He is eloquent and a fan of the simple life, although it would not be so simple for the rest of us. He writes with a twinkle in his eye, and he displays that particular temperament so becoming to the civil English gentleman.

I saw him perfom in London in A Walk In The Woods, which turned out to be his last stage performance. He passed away in 2000, and his wife followed him, loyal as ever, just two months later.

"Made glorious summer by this sun of York"

Book Season = Autumn ( )