4.5. Four stars due to the meandering nature of several parts leading me to wrack my brain recalling ‘which decade are we in now,’ ‘which house, in which town.’ Which relationship/marriage? Pre- or post-stroke? Some of this may be on me, and the fragmented nature of listening in chunks at different times.
“In some ways, it was only after I lost my voice that I learned to speak my mind.”
Another potential memoir title: “It’s Complicated.” McNally has packed a lot of experience (actor, seeker, playwright, filmmaker, art collector, restauranteur, designer, recovering stroke patient, writer, survivor) into his 74 turns around this planet. Very dark (I’m no psychologist yet he’s got to be somewhere on the narcissistic nihilist spectrum), very (almost too) candid, a trait apparently McNally is known for. Unflinchingly self-loathing. That said, his memoir is a near tour de force given the physical limitations resulting from his 2016 stroke. It struck me that he could not have published this without the love and support of his 5 children, as he is bitingly honest, pretty much about everything, except when he’s not, which he freely admits.
For all the chronic self-flagellation, this is a man who birthed no less than 19 well-regarded big city restaurants. Not a fluke. Yes, several closed. Yet the creative / design energy and vision (he’s rarely happy with the end result, of pretty much every endeavor or undertaking) sets him apart as a non-chef restauranteur (he despises this word, much less this vocation). Many a good story to be had here. The man has chutzpah! And his service guidance to his restaurant staff reflects a true spirit of hospitality fostering patron dining enjoyment and engagement - I only wish this was generally the industry standard as opposed to the McNally exception.
“I don’t believe there is closure after serious personal loss. Grieving isn’t a corridor one passes through on the way to wellbeing. Grieving isn’t a finite process with a beginning and an end. Regardless of what the experts say, closure is always ajar. The truth is that nobody gets over anything. Eventually, the accumulation of all the things we never recover from registers in microscopic detail upon our faces.“
I loved how McNally wrapped his book up. It’s so obvious that the love and support of good friends and family, the benefit of extensive therapy, and ample time of reflection have led to a degree of self-acceptance of himself, his revised version of normal and … wisdom (McNally would likely reject this supposition). You can take the boy out of working class Bethnal Green London, but you can’t take the world of Bethnal Green out of the boy. He grew on me.