I usually stick to fiction as a reader because reading is my escape. I need to be able to lose myself in untrue stories. If anything can make me read non-fiction... it’s Craig Ferguson. I have previously read and loved his autobiography: American On Purpose.
I decided to do the audiobook of Riding the Elephant because he was the narrator.
I watched his talk show for 10 years because I loved how he told stories. He’s unmatched in his ability to simultaneously mix his clever wit with “real talk”. The way he’s always told his personal stories is effortless and he’s brutally honest about all of his experiences. Never holding back. Having lived such a fascinating life, the way he talks about his memories is utterly captivating. One second, he can make you giggle and then the next, you’ll be completely silent while nodding your head agreeing with the truth he’s spilling out.
Reading Riding the Elephant is reading full uncensored Craig. If anything, he’s better than he ever was. He was making me laugh. Making me think. Making me want to jump up and applaud his daring introspective. Listening to him tell his stories again was a wonderful experience. After each chapter I would say “wow” out loud. That man certainly has a way with words.
... I’m not sure how relevant this will be for my review, but I’m going to get deeply personal here. Sometimes it’s hard to explain how much a book can mean to you, and I have a bit of a story to tell. This is not something I’ve ever talked about with anyone other than my mom, so here it goes:
Craig Ferguson saved my life. Five nights a week. Every week. For ten years.
During that time of my life, I was dealing with some serious depression. The type of scary depression that is not easy to talk about. It wasn’t the first time I’ve dealt with that and it wasn’t the last. However, this was the first time that I found something that actually helped me.
One January night in 2005, during a bought of insomnia, I was channel surfing (did I just age myself? Does anyone even do that anymore?) and stumbled across the west coast feed of The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. I couldn’t tell you who the guests were that night, I can’t remember any jokes that were told, I didn’t have my eureka moment or anything like that. I just remember laughing. A lot. Harder than I had in a remarkably long time. This late night talk show host had the type of humour that was completely my type of humour. I went to bed smiling for the first time in forever.
I tuned in again the next night (east coast feed this time), and the next night, and the next, etc. It took a couple of months, but I slowly came to realize I felt a little lighter in my soul. And that’s when I had my eureka moment. Craig Ferguson was helping me. He was helping me get better. He was helping me be me again. It felt like he was saving me. All because of how he told jokes and how he talked about his own history through anecdotes. He often made me feel completely understood because of what he would confide to his audience.
So, for ten years, I lived through every weekday knowing this... I was guaranteed a laugh at the end of the day; I would have this brilliant man tell the most beautifully insightful and moving stories; I could let all of my troubles go, just a little bit, because I had this show to cheer me up, that was hosted by a Scottish comedian, who had a robot skeleton sidekick and two guys in a pantomime horse costume.
Knowing that I would have these guarantees got me through a lot of really hard days. Remarkably, during those years, I almost never felt myself falling back into that darkness that’s forever following me. All because of a late night show that could be silly and poignant, and sometimes both at the same time.
Did I ever think a comedian with a tv show could ever come to mean so much to me? To be a bright light in the darkness? No. Who ever would have guessed that? But that show definitely left it’s mark on me. I still notice when the clock reads 12:37.
Riding the Elephant brought me back to the days of watching that show. Remembering that first night when I fell asleep with a smile on my face and realizing how far I’ve come.
So thank you Craig for writing this book.
... and thank you for saving me all those years ago.