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White Cargo: A Memoir

Author: Felicity Kendal
Publisher: Penguin Audiobooks
Category: Book

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Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars

6 reviews
Sales Rank: 373325

Format: Audiobook
Media: Audio Cassette
Edition: Abridged Ed
Pages: 2
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.3
Dimensions (in): 5.3 x 4.2 x 0.7

ISBN: 0141801123
Dewey Decimal Number: 792
EAN: 9780141801124
ASIN: 0141801123

Publication Date: October 28, 1999
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Condition: Brand new. Not sealed.

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Editorial Reviews:

Amazon.co.uk Review
Geoffrey Kendal's dream was to do theatre for as much of his life as he could manage, and to be under nobody's thumb. He and his wife put together a small company, and together they barnstormed around India doing Shakespeare, Wilde, and Shaw for the best part of three decades. Before she was one of the most famous and loved actresses of her generation, Felicity Kendal was Geoffrey's daughter (her first film was Merchant Ivory's Shakespeare Wallah which celebrates his company).

This memoir of her early life, and of the slow process of watching her father die recently, is distinguished by clear-sightedness; this is a book about the way you love impossible parents even when you have eventually to walk away from them for a while. It is full of the sights and scents of both India and the theatre; there are few better books on the nervous pride of the actor. It is wonderfully evocative too of the unforgivingly hip sixties London to which Felicity Kendal came back as a naive ingenue. The tone of voice is idiosyncratic and charmingly personal and the book as a whole is touching without a scrap of sentimentality. --Roz Kaveney

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5 out of 5 stars

Beautifully written, get your hankys ready... October 24, 2000
5 out of 6 found this review helpful

Amazing life - hard to put the two together - I grew up watching the GoodLife - never knowing the depth of this womans life. A truly remarkable read and what I would give to have been a fly on the wall during it!

5 out of 5 stars

Thoroughly enjoyable read June 22, 2000
3 out of 4 found this review helpful

Frank, honest with only the slightest hint of luvviedom. Good for Felicity Kendal - let's have a volume 2.

4 out of 5 stars

Interesting and easy to read April 14, 2000
3 out of 5 found this review helpful

This is a frank account of Felicity Kendal's life, growing up in India and written as she sits by her father's deathbed and reviews her life. it flashes bakckwards and forwards to her experiences and gives an insight into the life of Troubadors in India. I am particularly interested in the lives of actors, running a Theatrical Agency. If you would like to be considered for representation... I am always interested in hearing from new, orginal talent.

5 out of 5 stars

painfully magic and honest account of life and love March 14, 2000
4 out of 4 found this review helpful

Being a younger reader - I remember Felicity Kendal in the Good life as a bubbly, well spoken, toff who you wouldn't ever imagaine held such emotion, passion, culture or experience of life. This book transforms that image, and was a read i couldn't put down. So painfully honest, I marvelled at the frank way she dealt with the pain in her life and the humour and magic she recalled from what would seem an idyllic childhood. India has never really appealed as a setting for me, but this book seemed to give a funny and magical account of it. Totally unexpected account - which just goes to show what a good and courageous actress she must be.

5 out of 5 stars

A haunting, unforgettable memoir November 6, 1999
6 out of 6 found this review helpful

Felicity Kendal has resisted the predictable and frothy luvvy autobiog and written a wonderfully resonant memoir of her extraordinary Indian childhood instead. As her father Geoffrey lies in a coma in a London clinic, Felicity sits by his wasted body and remembers the brilliant, mesmerising, volatile, insufferable man who strode, collossus-like, through her childhood and adolescence. Her story unfolds as she moves back and forth between the past and the present, making sense of her journey between the two, and coming to terms with both. As well as painting a classic portrait of the relationship between the father and the daughter, she also beautifully captures the complex tones of India in the dying days of the Raj. This book is magnificent.