A review by cluckingbell
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens by Eddie Izzard

3.0

Probably longer than it needed to be, possibly exacerbated by the fact that I listened to the audiobook, where he added additional "footnotes" to the text as he went (i.e., over and above what seemed like fairly lengthy published footnotes), which made for an endearingly conversational audiobook but was also a little like listening to the director's commentary in concert with one's first viewing of a movie, and it bounced around in time so much that it was difficult to latch on to a coherent narrative. This is something of a companion piece to a documentary I have not seen, which may or may not have contributed to my tepid response.

I was moved by his early childhood and interested in his career progression, but there was a huge chunk in the middle that I would be hard pressed to defend the necessity of (or even recount immediately after finishing). I'd probably only recommend this to the die-hardiest of Eddie Izzard fans.