Marcus Berkmann

Bookends: A friend of mine

The best actor in the world

issue 23 July 2011

A friend of mine was throttled by Pete Postlethwaite once. It was outside a TV studio, people were smoking and Postlethwaite was only demonstrating some bit of business he had done while playing Macbeth, but even so, very few of us can claim to have been strangled by someone Steven Spielberg once called ‘the best actor in the world’.

Postlethwaite died in January, to a vast and unexpected surge of public grief. Now arrives an autobiography, A Spectacle of Dust (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, £20), written during illness, incomplete at death, finished by other hands.

But there’s no doubt it’s the real thing. Postlethwaite was an unusually open, emotional actor, both strong and vulnerable, never terribly bothered about being liked. ‘Unlike many of my contemporaries, I wasn’t interested in a “career in the theatre”. I cared about authenticity. I didn’t just want to make things real, I absolutely had to.’

His writing is as uncom-promising as you would expect, but it’s also passionate, tender and at times very funny.

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