A Pocketful of Happiness by Richard E Grant review – Tigger and his one true love

When Richard E Grant’s spouse, Joan Washington, was recognized with terminal lung most cancers simply earlier than Christmas 2020, she didn’t really need anybody to know. “It received’t remedy me!” she stated. However Grant and their daughter, Oilly (Olivia), had totally different concepts. They felt they wanted the assist of their large circle of pals: the rest could be too lonely. And maybe, in addition they identified, this labored each methods. Grant remembered how upset he’d been on listening to, out of the blue, of Victoria Wooden’s dying in 2016. The information had made him really feel he’d failed her; that he wasn’t shut sufficient to her to be instructed her most cancers had returned.

There adopted a quick standoff. However ultimately, Washington allowed her household to interrupt the information and the three of them discovered themselves within the embrace of a extremely sustaining – and sustained – outpouring of affection and affection. Generally, this took the type of cheering visits: our now King Charles, as an example, arrived at their cottage bearing a bag of mangoes and flowers from Highgrove. Generally, it took the type of sensible assist: on Sundays, Nigella Lawson would ship supper over in a taxi. Even Washington might see they’d made the proper choice. When she felt completely horrible, it was splendidly distracting to have Vanessa Redgrave and Joely Richardson consuming ice-cream on her mattress; to hearken to Rupert Everett speak of his newest starring position (“I’ve simply completed enjoying a homosexual stroke sufferer so may as effectively go straight to the Oscars now, darling, as I’m a shoo-in”).

All that is fastidiously described by Grant in his new memoir, A Pocketful of Happiness, which takes the shape principally of the diary he wrote within the final 12 months of his spouse’s life (Washington, a celebrated voice coach, died in September 2021, two months earlier than their thirty fifth marriage ceremony anniversary). And, sure, it's heartening how variety individuals may be – even very busy, well-known individuals. However this territory can also be, I feel, considerably uncomfortable for the reader, significantly since Grant pads out his narrative with glitzy reminiscences of 2019, when he was nominated for an Oscar for his position in Can You Ever Forgive Me?. I didn't all the time know fairly how you can really feel about what I used to be studying. One minute, I used to be feasting on what amounted to high-class gossip; the following, I used to be being instructed essentially the most intimate issues a couple of girl I understood to have been fiercely personal. At the same time as I admired Grant for his apparent devotion to, and look after, his spouse on the finish, I used to be uneasy: suspicious, you may say. Is it unfair to name a person with so many well-known pals a name-dropper? Isn’t he solely describing his world? It is a query I’m nonetheless unable to reply.

It could be, in fact, that he merely has a bit lacking: a layer, or a filter, or one thing. Actually, he appears to be fairly in contrast to most different individuals. He's so… untrammelled, his emotions for everybody and all the things so quick, so absolute and all the time blasted out undiluted. There's a too-muchness about him, a Tiggerish-ness born of his need to please (a trait frequent in these whose mother and father divorced once they had been youngsters, as his did). When he’s seated subsequent to Camilla, the then Duchess of Cornwall, at dinner, they’re “instantaneous pals”; when he has psychotherapy, his issues are mounted, seemingly inside minutes. Satisfied of his personal persuasiveness, he as soon as tried, he tells us, to get an element change, not on a automotive, however on a toilet seat. Maybe that is the form of behaviour his good friend Bruce Robinson had in thoughts when he described Grant as “the truth is, mad” (Robinson wrote and directed Withnail and I, the movie that made Grant well-known).

Richard E Grant with his late wife, Joan Washington, at a party in Richmond, London, in 2010
Richard E Grant along with his late spouse, Joan Washington, at a celebration in Richmond, London, in 2010. Photograph: Alan Davidson/Rex/Shutterstock

But it surely’s additionally attainable that he hopes to make the reader perceive that it doesn’t matter what number of glamorous pals an individual has if their real love is dying. Widowed, Grant isn’t significantly articulate. It’s sufficient for him merely to inform us, again and again, how comfortable he and Washington had been collectively, that they mated, like swans, for all times. Nonetheless, these issues that he's capable of describe – the sight of her tapestry package by their mattress, the best way he nonetheless talks to her regardless that she is not on the earth – have a universality about them, an ordinariness that resonates. Darkness falls on us all finally, even on those that know Elton John effectively sufficient to obtain his condolences by telephone.

And if he's giddy, he’s additionally surprisingly grounded, a top quality he might owe partly to Washington, who disliked things like award ceremonies and who was all the time able to take the piss out of him (his memoir is known as APocketful of Happiness as a result of she urged him to attempt to discover such a factor day-after-day). Probably the most revealing second in his e-book comes late on, when Grant spends an evening alone in Salisbury, the place he has been filming Persuasion with Dakota Johnson. His spouse could be very in poor health at this level and having wound up in a abandoned department of Côte (he dominated out the Chinese language takeaway really helpful by TripAdvisor as town’s finest eating possibility), he calls her. Washington, as all the time, is avid for his information they usually share their days, as they’ve carried out for 38 years.

It was at this level that I out of the blue felt for him. The man who goes to the Oscars is similar man who sits alone in a series restaurant in Salisbury ready for his béarnaise sauce to reach. To have somebody all the time beside you – and even simply on the tip of the telephone – who understands these dizzying shifts and all their attendant lonelinesses, and who loves you wherever on the earth you're, is a valuable factor certainly. I feel he wrote his e-book too quickly, however I additionally see that he wanted to do one thing, the hole in his life being so unimaginably large, so very onerous to bear.

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