Thank you, NetGalley and Canongate, for this advanced copy of 'I Shop, Therefore I Am' by Mary Portas, in exchange for an honest review.
While three stars is a far cry from the current batch of five star reviews, I can truly say that my three star rating is a result of letting myself embrace a world that I know nothing about and came out feeling informed and intrigued by what retail represents to Portas and what it could represent when it's come with verve, vision and vitality.
I read Mary Portas' somewhat traumatic Shop Girl when it was released, as I was quite a fan of her shows and loved the cover art. I saw some criticism that the book didn't mention much about British retail and was instead more of a family memoir. This is the yin to the other's yang. Portas has a summary chapter in which she explains the obvious grief in watching her family break off and her need to survive with no familiar background to support her.
So, leaving acting behind, Portas nonchalantly scores her first gig at Topshop, which leads a decade later to Harvey Nichols, a citadel of British department excellence - or was. Portas has to revolutionise the shop windows with her band of merry retail eccentrics. And bit by bit, Harvey Nichols becomes a key player, helped in part by Portas' growing reputation as a woman on a mission to do things her way, away from the establishment, yielding spreadsheets and the old guard insisting that Fiona from Fulham in frills is their target market.
I get a sense of the brittle nature of Portas. She's motivated but quite singular in her vision. However, like any good memoir, she sets the scene for the fear, excitement and need to ride the wave of worldwide trends. As with any memoir, it's de rigueur to mention the birth of New Labour in government, the death of Diana, the names that defined the '90s and the brands that brought about a New Wave of retail. In fashion, she talks about the advent of McQueen, how brands like MAC made inroads in supporting AIDS advocacy, which was consistently taking out retail workers and leaving those who remained scarred by the grief of those who checked out early. It's poignant with these little sections in equal parts affecting and illuminating in how tough these times were to live through.
Naturally, as a non-customer of Harvey Nicks (Ab Fab was, of course, mentioned as a huge shot of illustrious publicity for the hallowed institution), it was fascinating to see how Britain tapped into the go-go '90s./ For that reason, it's well worth a bite of nostalgia. On the other side, what if, like me, you like fashion and the need to have a brand to define you as shallow and uninspired? That's why it's a perfect three for me. At the very least, Portas' memoir invites you to see that having a vision is better than playing it safe. Her innate understanding that women in their 50s, free from parental responsibility and ready to treat themselves with the disposable wealth that comes with career success, in lieu of women in their 30s who may want 'things' but have limitations, is insightful. So, perhaps it's an inspirational book in reminding people that breaking the status quo serves as a reset for those reading to move to the next rung.
Food for thought, perhaps. At the very least, Portas is saying that department stores are curated for the customer - and I'm willing to give them my custom over the faceless internet, any day.