Review: Cliff History: The Authorised Photographic Memoir by Cliff Richard
Evan Mitchell Books, €35, Hardback
Most of the pictures in Cliff's book date from the time when the Peter Pan of Pop was actually cool. Well, almost.
For anyone old enough to remember the late 1950s and early 1960s, it's a reminder of the way it used to be, before Cliff went on his Summer Holiday, found the Lord and never came back. He even had girlfriends and a Corvette to show them off in.
It all began in 1957 (Elvis was King, Eisenhower was president and the Soviets ruled space with Sputnik), when 17-year-old Harry Webb from Hertfordshire got a guitar. Those innocent early years are brought to life again here in these large-format, evocative photographs. Sixty years later his claim to fame, apart from the 250 million record sales, is that he has had number one hits in all the six decades. Which is something no one else -- not the Beatles, the Stones, Elvis or anyone else has achieved. Maybe that's why the radio stations have dropped him -- afraid he might have another "timeless" number one in his seventh decade?