Mr. Fry's 'Paperweight' is indeed just that: a heavy-ish object which may be utilised to confine smaller, unbound bits of paper. It has the requistite bulk, a pleasing shape, and an interesting cover, featuring Mr. Fry himself.
And yet it is so much more. It is a collection, a bringing together, a collection, a consolidation and, if you will, a _collection_ of Mr. Fry's written dabblings before he sprang to our attention with the utterly printed and thoroughly bound first novel, 'The Liar'. 'Paperweight' is a book containing, among other things, Mr. Fry's radio broadcasts in the guise of the inimitable Professor Trefusis (in printed form, to avoid undue technical difficulties), his articles for such venerable journalistic mouthpieces as the Observer, the Tatler, the Listener, Home & Garden, the Beano, Punch, Nature, Judy, the Mineralogical Record, KMT, the British Journal of Sexual Sociopathy, the Journal of Roman Studies, Woman's Day, the Sun, and, of course, the Welsh edition of the Manchester Guardian [nb: the preceeding list may not be entirely within the bounds of accuracy - Ed.]. A short drama is contained within, as are a number of essays on a variety of mind-improving subjects, book reviews, political essays (written, one should remember, while Britain was in the iron grip of the Iron Lady) and, as mentioned elsewhere, the Trefusis broadcasts, a name which will be quite familiar to readers of Mr. Fry's later work, 'The Liar'. Here Mr. Fry's range and style, his versatility, and his breadth, depth and length are all invidiously displayed. It is a book to savour, of which one should breathe the bouquet, drink deeply, and sit back to observe the salubrious effects. This book must be possessed by all admirers of Mr. Fry, for it is his Rosetta Stone, his Treaty of Versailles, his Pre-nuptial Agreement Betwixt Consenting Adults.
What else may one say? What, indeed. Badger, annoy, and trouble your bookseller until he agrees to stock it. Then purchase. Take it to your home. Unwrap the plain brown paper. Enjoy. Quite simple, really.