A simultaneously humorous and poignant memoir from filmmaker and Men’s Health columnist Millhone (Screenwriting/New York Univ. Film School).
The author and his wife Rose had had an awful year. His mother died from a heart attack, his father was diagnosed with prostate cancer and one of their sons nearly died from birth complications. Then came the sucker punch: “It’s after the worst is over that the fun really begins. Post-traumatic stress: the gift that keeps on taking.” The lingering emotional fallout severely hurt their marriage, as each retreated into their own dark worlds. Millhone found sanctuary in an “impeccable” 1994 BMW 740i, which he purchased on eBay and had to drive from Texas to his home in New York City. The author asked his father to accompany him, a dicey proposition since growing up with him had been far from easy. “My mother couldn’t deal with the world, and my father couldn’t deal with my mother,” he writes, “and so he just went to the office and Mom just went nuts.” As the travelers journeyed home, Millhone’s memories poured out, each curve in the road eliciting a recollection of another terrible piece that made up the “year from hell.” But Millhone is a hopeless romantic, holding on tight to hope and to his love’s first flash, “one impossibly hopeful, sun-dappled, forever-now instant of time that we thought would never end.”
An impressive display of misery tinged with rueful humor—like Woody Allen wading into Ingmar Bergman.