Although this memoir/diary is chiefly about the 8 months following his wife’s diagnosis of terminal lung cancer, this book reads like a love letter. Richard E Grant and his wife Joan Washington had an extraordinary marital rapport.
Between them, they seemed to have known nearly everyone in the theatre and film industry: Grant, through his decades as an actor, and Washington, because of her long career as a distinguished vocal coach. The richness and variety of their many friendships is obvious, and yet what comes across even more strongly is the mutually supportive bond that they shared.
Grant is a terrific and talented writer and he doesn’t hold much back: whether in his incisive character portraits, or in the description of his own welter of emotions. He is honest about the difficulty of being a carer and having to emotionally prepare for his wife’s death, and some of the most affecting scenes in the book take place between him and his daughter. Anyone who is dealing with the death of a loved one will probably find this book comforting. Those of who haven’t experienced this difficult life challenge could learn something about how to respond to someone in this kind of situation. There is at least one memorable incident in which Grant shows how a presumably close friend is horrendously insensitive.
As a consummate storyteller and raconteur, Grant knows how to balance his story between the tragic and the comic. He throws in plenty of good gossip, and some descriptions of work assignments, including his Oscar-nominated performance in Can You Ever Forgive Me?
But in an important sense, this book is really about his wife - and not just about HIS loss of his wife. His admiration and respect for her shine through every page, and as if to underline the point, he ends the book with a series of tributes to Joan Washington from the famous people (mostly well-known actors) who worked with her over the years.
I just loved his voice: warm, witty, self-deprecating, loving, tender. Fabulous.