This summer, I have made it my project to read (auto)biographies of artists I like. may it be writers, painters or whatever. At the end of my holidays, I have come across this wonderful book and I must say I literally eat it page by page. I knew some (not all) of his films, I knew Chaplin often directed and composed his own music. At the beginning, it‘s like Dickens. There is an irresistible flow in it which draws you into this movie industry and makes you want to produce a movie of your own. Chaplin ate words, sprinkled his stories with words of Latin or French origin, though the coherence of his stories and his memory never ever gets lost. Meanwhile, Dickensian London and tragedy (his family could have been written by Dickens) as well as the First and Second World War and the Hoover administration fly by and you always want this little tramp to go further. Thankfully enough, he was quite a womanizer but does not elaborate on that. A thouroughly enjoyable read from a "Modern Times" genius.
Charles Spencer Chaplin war das wohl grösste Genie des Films im 20. Jahrhundert. Ein Allround-Talent, der nicht nur als Schauspieler, sondern auch als Drehbuchautor, Regisseur, Produzent, Komponist und Studiobesitzer arbeitete. Er mag persönlich ein schwieriger Mensch gewesen sein, aber sein Ausnahme-Talent ist in die Geschichte eingegangen.