Adam Buxton

Appropriately titled, this is a very rambling memoir from comedian/TV guy Adam Buxton (who I’ve long been a fan of). It’s largely about his formative years and his relationship with his father. It’s often extremely funny, sometimes thoughtful and moving, but feels like it exists because Buxton is funny rather than because he has anything really worthwhile to say.
I enjoyed it a lot, but it does all feel (again, probably appropriately) ephemeral.