Moab Is My Washpot
An utter delight. I love Fry's rambling, self-conscious, clever prose, and though I was never a schoolboy, let alone a gay, Jewish, public school boy, there was certainly enough about alienation, about impossible first loves, and about not being able to *do* that which moves you the most, for me to feel twinges of sympathy on every other page. I'm so glad to know there's another volume to get to, because if Fry could write such a charming book about the least charming time of life, adolescence, I can't wait to see what he does with young adulthood!
