I confess to being one of those still grieving the loss of Anthony Bourdain, despite having never met him. He was a phenomenon, but that's not precisely fair. He was extraordinary and extraordinarily human, flawed and searching and always moving forward until the moment he stopped.
Author Tom Vitale rose -- or, rather, worked and willed himself from the production office and edit room of his earlier show, to becoming one of Bourdain's preferred directors, and his friend. Whether or not the reader has inhaled every episode of Bourdain's TV travel oeuvre, Vitale's gift is to bring you along with him for the ride, including the bumps, the sights, the smells, the seasickness, the anxieties, and the food poisoning. He keeps the reader turning the page, even though we know the end before it starts.
While Vitale's vulnerable but never sappy writing reveals some of the behind-the-scenes Bourdain, a little bit more of the voice we miss so dearly, In the Weeds is far more than a celebrity-adjacent memoir. He allows the reader into the mind, heart, and struggle of a talented misfit who gives his all in the effort to amplify -- and in some ways purify -- the voice of Bourdain, another talented misfit, a lonely traveler surrounded by genuine admirers, rabid fans, good food, great liquor, excellent drugs, and constant adventure -- or so it seemed to those of us on the safe side of the screen.
Vitale is able to express the awkward moments between himself and Bourdain, neither of whom can bring himself to express affection, and in letting us into Bourdain's yearning to escape his analytical brain, we feel Vitale's yearning to escape his own, as we follow the tangled spaghetti (bolognese) of his efforts to interpret his dear friend and, ultimately, to protect Bourdain from as much of the world as he can control.
In the Weeds is a bemused love story, a travelogue, a treasure map, and a window into the mind of an artist. Readers will likely crack the book looking for Bourdain and perhaps for a why -- why did he kill himself when he seemed to have everything? Vitale's experience has an added dimension -- what could I have done to stop him? How could I have rewritten the ending? That is where Vitale turns a specific moment into a universal experience, and why his memoir is so powerful.
This is a book for the curious, the creative, the lonely, the lovelorn, and the misfit in us all. Heartily recommend.