I should get my own biases out of the way up front: I work almost exclusively in a very niche kind of theatre: small-scale popup "punk Shakespeare" heavily influenced by Original Practices performance theory, meaning that my theatre company produces shows with small casts and minimal rehearsal time and doesn't use directors, or sets, or stage managers, or designers.
So, a how-to guide for directing large-scale productions over a long rehearsal period is just not the toolbox I need in my artistic life. So, I acknowledge that I am about as far from the intended audience for this book as one can possibly be.
But, as well-articulated and interesting as Mike Alfreds's ideas are, a how-to guide is only as good as the tools it teaches are useful, and these tools are...woo boy they're really something. The moment he talked about hiring a physical therapist to attend rehearsals to ensure his ensemble didn't develop back problems from the raked stage he insisted on having for a show I realized that the people with the resources and clout to actually implement his advice are folks already so well-established in their careers as to not need advice.
There are some ideas and concepts that Alfreds voices in this book that I think are spot on, but most of the book is tedious Cliff Notes of Chekhov plays, self-satisfied philosophizing, and details of how he structures his extravagantly long rehearsal processes. The last I imagine would be helpful if you'd been in one of his shows and wanted to recreate the process, but in the same way that no amount of meticulously-written instructions would teach you how to, for example, play the trumpet if you'd never picked one up before, all the ink Alfreds expends on details about his process can only give you a rough idea of what it would actually be like to work through his process.
Undoubtedly Mike Alfreds is a very smart and very talented director who has justified the demands he makes. And there are moments of real pleasure in listening to an S-tier artist talk inside baseball, but mostly I was put off by the tone, which often felt more like self-congratulatory memoir than a book interested in teaching you anything.
Overall, I came away wishing that it had actually just been a memoir rather than an attempt at a directing manual.
FFO: Chekhov, improv, walking around a room and noticing something about it that you've never noticed before.