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Not Quite World's End | 
 enlarge | Author: John Simpson
Publisher: Macmillan Digital Audio
Category: Book
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Rating:  3 reviews
Sales Rank: 290573
Format: Audiobook
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Dimensions (in): 5.7 x 4.7 x 0.9
ISBN: 0230531490
EAN: 9780230531499
ASIN: 0230531490
Publication Date: October 5, 2007
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 A sloppy, self-indulgent scrapbook, but still enjoyable - just! July 7, 2008
Mr. Timothy A. Hannigan (Cornwall, UK)
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
This is a book that echoes with the sound of barrels being scraped - or is it the sound of a multi-book contract with Macmillan being lazily completed?
John Simpson's previous volumes of autobiography, egotistic reportage and anecdote have been stonking good reads - the pomposity and digressions very much part of the attraction.
But in this latest instalment he fails on any number of counts. For one, the previous careful balance of self-importance and self-deprecation comes badly undone here. Grand swagger is very much part of Simpson's persona, but in this book it frequently reaches unbearable levels. At one point he writes: "I didn't particularly care about myself... but I don't like to see any sign that the BBC is being treated disrespectfully". Simpson knows as well as anyone that when it comes to major foreign news stories he IS the BBC, and that of course, is the point.
There is some cringe-worthy name dropping and a lot of smug crowing about the wonderfully exotic and indulgently adventurous life he has led.
This was all present in his earlier works, and was all bearable - or even part of the charm. What makes it less so here is the shambolic scrapbook tone of this book. Simpson claims in his introduction that the book is a loose portrait of the current state of things, the world in which we live. This is nonsense. The declared theme is quite obviously a sloppy last minute tag-on, afterthought of some editor (who ought, incidentally, to have spent more time on the proof-reading) eager to provide at least some kind of theme for a random collection of unconnected anecdotes.
"I once happened to be in Argentina; some time later I was in Iraq again, then I went to South Africa with my wonderful wife and baby; I have known President Karzai well for many years..." You get the idea.
Of course, Simpson is an excellent and engaging writer and a fine raconteur with a neat yet deceptively informal style. And it is thanks to this that there are large chunks of the book that can be read with real pleasure. The pieces about Iraq, the section on America, the interlude in the Congo all fall into this category.
Other sections are less enjoyable. The bits where he pontificates grandly about the state of the world in which we live - mainly in the first and last chapters - are almost unreadable, and the lengthy longeurs about his beautiful young wife and adorable baby son are excruciatingly embarrassing.
Given the disjointed nature of the book these sections can safely be skipped over. But this in itself highlights the major disappointment of Not Quite World's End: amongst the scraps and cuttings there are the bones of potential for at least a couple of really good books. Though he has done it already, Simpson surely knows enough to have written another decent book on Iraq (one of the most attractive elements of World's End is the way he nails his colours firmly to the mast on this topic). It's doubtful that he could muster the humility necessary to produce a soul-searching assessment of the attractions and contradictions of life as a war reporter (as done so well by Anthony Loyd) but he could have made another book specifically about journalism. But perhaps the best opportunity missed here was for a book about sub-Saharan Africa. The self-indulgent interlude on the Afrikaans people is dreadful, but the other chapters and sections on Congo, South Africa and the Kalahari Bushmen are excellent, and given his experience reporting there he could certainly have written something prescient about Zimbabwe (actually, one suspects his next tome will be a hastily hammered out piece of hackery on just that).
Of course, World's End - or most of it at least - is still enjoyable, rather like being treated to dinner in some hallowed London club (Simpson's anachronistic twittering about "my clubs" is unforgivable by the way), by a garrulous old buffoon with a string of entertaining yarns to spin.
But ultimately it's not really a book at all - it's a raggedy collection of little sketches, hammered out in plush hotel-rooms between trips to Iraq, glorious family holidays amid the raw nature of the Veldt, and dinner with movie stars... He ought not to be able to get away with this, but he does, just about - after all, he IS John Simpson...
 A Book Too Far? June 26, 2008
Jl Adcock (Ashtead UK)
Oh dear. John Simpson continues to write well about his life and adventures, but you can't help wondering if he's over-stretched himself this time. "More of the same" seems a pertinent label to apply here - if you've read and enjoyed previous Simpson volumes, you'll probably enjoy this one too - but it doesn't offer much that's new. Indeed, Simpson's views on things seem to wander in a little too often this time, detracting from the crispness of his writing.
You can never really accuse Simpson of being a media luvvie, but in the chapter on "Stars" you get the feeling he actually quite enjoys some of the brushes he's had with celebrity names - especially if they're glamorous and attractive. Elsewhere, he patches together interesting but familiar stories of news-gathering from around the globe, and the chapter about his son is frankly a little too self-indulgent to really belong here.
Worst of all, spending so much time abroad as he does, Simpson may actually be losing his judgement in some serious matters. To say that Jonathan Ross is "one of the better" interviewers on televsion comes as a surprise and shock. Docked one star for complete tosh here John - you're not even close in your assessment.
It WAS the end of the world for me! March 23, 2008
Avid Reader (Aberdeen)
2 out of 2 found this review helpful
This was the first book chosen by our recently formed readers group. A bad choice in that not many of us finished it, but good in the way that it incited lots of discussion. Personally, I find autobiographies difficult anyway, and generally read fiction, but I have always thought that John Simpson must be an intersting man with compelling tales to tell of his journeys over the years. I was therefore quite pleased to be 'forced' to read his book for the book club.
I found it really hard to read. The style was poor and it seemed to dot about all over the place. He would start a tale and then get side tracked and I felt the end was never really reached. I was disappointed from the start as Chapters 1 and 2 failed to tell me anything that I could not have read in the papers at the time of Saddam's trial etc. I got the impression that the book was compiled from 'stories' Simpson had written at different times and then, at a later date, categorised them under chapter headings without re reading. Some accounts were repeated in more than one chapter, although not written any better or grabbing any more of my attention the second time around!
By chapter 4, I was sick fed up of hearing about his son, Rafe, only to turn the page and find that chapter 5 was entitled 'Rafe' - oh no, no more please! This, I was heartened to learn, was a view shared by all members of my readers group and not just me as a childless 40 something!
On the whole I felt the book was a wasted opportunity. It is rare for me not to finish a book, but having skipped pages in the early chapters, I finally skipped chapters 10 onwards altogether! I am sure that John Simpson's tales of his travels and obvious knowledge of worldly affairs would make a very interesting read, but I would suggest next time that he gets someone else to write it for him to draw out the interesting bits. He could also spend money on getting it proof read - there were various typing errors and ommissions which let down the quality of the book.
Does anyone want a 'hardly read' copy of 'Not Quite World's End'??
 well written - poor proof reading January 27, 2008
No Card (spain)
3 out of 4 found this review helpful
I really enjoyed the whole book. John Simpson writes very interesting stories and I found every chapter easy to read. However my problem with the book was the number of spelling errors in it - in one case the wrong word was used. Sometimes I had to re-read the sentence to get the correct meaning. I find it surprising that for such a fine writer as John Simpson, he should allow his book to be published with so many spelling errors. Never-the-less, a most enjoyable book.
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