In this curious memoir, Brit comedian Jeremy Hardy dabbles in a bit of genealogy by investigating some of his family’s more outlandish claims about their heritage
3/5 Ebury In this curious memoir, Brit comedian Jeremy Hardy dabbles in a bit of genealogy by investigating some of his family’s more outlandish claims about their heritage, such as having Christopher Wren for an ancestor or a great aunt who ran illegal hooch in Prohibition Era New York.
While Hardy has a marvellous ability to meander away from his central quest down some decidedly odd historical back alleys, the main problem with the book is that, ultimately, it’s hard to care that much about the fairly mundane history of someone else’s family.
However, where Hardy does shine is in the few glimpses he gives us into his own life: the huge love he has for his adopted daughter, and the commemoration he holds for his murdered friend and fellow activist Rosemary Nelson. These sections are touching and beautifully handled, giving us far greater insight into Hardy himself than any of his delving into the past could ever do. Tim Arthur