No, what I'm talking about is the silly subject of the day - the so-called (by the reader-hungry media, of course) 'Supermoon' coinciding with the equally so-called 'blood moon'. I'll leave aside the nonsense that is floating around on the internet about this allegedly mystical confluence (I usually deal with nonsense over on my other website at www.ageofspreadingmiddle.com) and instead limit myself to recommending a book to you.
The only topical element of the book is it's title: 'The Moon's a Balloon'. This rather elderly work (mid 1970s, I think) is the wonderful autobiography of Mr. David Niven, who - if you didn't know - was a very successful British actor from the 1930s through to the 1970s. He made it big in Hollywood, specializing in suave, roguish and romantic characters. Easy to watch on screen and a hilarious story-teller both in person (he was a much sought-after speaker) and on the page, Niven paints a self-deprecating and humble picture of himself, warts and all.
The book is at turns charming, funny and extremely sad, as he recounts the major events and experiences of his life, as well as providing some fascinating insights into the harsh machinations of the Hollywood 'star' system during its golden years. True to character, Niven skips lightly over his war experiences (he left Hollywood and fame behind in order to return to Britain and serve his country in the fight against Nazi Germany), and avoids any talk of the apparently crucial role that he played in the creation of the world's first special forces units.
I am a firm believer that truly great people are born every day. The overwhelming majority of them live anonymous lives, never becoming famous for their greatness - my father was such a man. Famous people, too, can be great regardless of their fame. Reading between the lines of this book, I suspect that Mr. Niven may well have been a quietly, surreptitiously and self-effacing great human being.
I heartily recommend this old book to you - I've read my battered, dog-eared copy half a dozen times in the last twenty years, and each time I do so, it brings a smile to my face. If you can find it tucked away in a second-hand book store, take a chance and treat yourself. You'll be pleased with yourself afterwards.