Elton John review, ‘Me’: ‘Rocket Man’ star’s autobiography is full of warmth and candour

Sign up to our free IndyArts newsletter for all the latest entertainment news and reviews Sign up to our free IndyArts newsletter Sign up to our free IndyArts newsletter SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. And he certainly made up for lost time – as Petredis pointed out in a recent Guardian feature: “You’ll never look at a snooker table in the same way again.” He’s remarkably self-effacing about his temper, addictive personality, and the admitted “dreadful behaviour” with boyfriends whom he’d expect to drop everything to come with him on tour. In between the countless anecdotes with stars from across the decades, John’s enthusiasm for music continues to shine through, even when he explains why he knew he was never cut out to be a classical pianist, or muses that it was likely his parents – however unwillingly – who instilled in him a sense of rebellion that made him the groundbreaking artist he continues to be today. Towards the end of the book you sense John’s craving for what he perceives as a “normal life” – family dinners, doing the school run, staying at home with his family. “The great thing about rock and roll,” John writes, “is that someone like me can be a star.” Really, though, Me is compelling evidence that Elton John was born to be one.