The irony doesn't escape him that, if he'd died five years ago as was predicted, he'd most likely be remembered for his life on the box. In the past few years the Australian expat has been getting a fair slice of publicity for these serious endeavours, a fact that pleases him, though he says he is essentially a lowbrow.
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The fan is whirring at full fang and James, who says he can't think when it's hot, is sitting at his overflowing desk sucking on an ice lolly.Ī wall of books 20 feet long attests to a life time spent reading, writing and translating - poetry, memoirs, essays, a recent translation of Dante, a short work on Marcel Proust. We're sitting in his Cambridge house on a blazing day. But it's not all bad, he says, as, thanks to TV, the world comes to him. In fact, apart from regular trips to the local hospital for life-saving treatment, James, 76, who's been suffering from leukaemia since 2010, no longer gets out at all. Writing has always been his favourite occupation, he says - James wrote a decade's worth of observations about TV for the Observer between 19 - but watching television comes a close second and these days, as he observes in his latest publication, Play All: A Binge Watcher's Notebook: "Binge-watching is a night out, even when you spend the whole day in." The veteran critic and TV host is warming to a favourite theme. "It's a very interesting way of being alone, watching television, because all these people come up to you and sit beside you." "TV is a communal experience even when you're alone," says Clive James.
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