cover image My Name Escapes Me: 1the Diary of a Retiring Actor

My Name Escapes Me: 1the Diary of a Retiring Actor

Alec Guinness. Viking Books, $23.95 (224pp) ISBN 978-0-670-87589-4

In 1994, the editor of London's Sunday Telegraph asked the actor Sir Alec Guinness to keep a diary for a year or two. Collected here, the entries run from January 1995 to June 1996. For the most part, they're surprisingly ordinary, the pleasantly grumpy ruminations of an articulate and self-deprecating British retiree: haggling with British Rail over his senior citizen discount, playing the National Lottery (and winning ten quid), getting fitted for hearing aids, registering horror at the atrocities on the nightly news, watching films on the telly (Strictly Ballroom is a favorite). There are affectionate sketches of his dogs, rather too much about the weather and a few British references that are likely to befuddle American readers. But in nearly every entry there is a flash of wit or of the powers of observation that have made Guinness one of the great actors of the century (a lorry lying on its side resembles ""some vast, incapacitated woodlouse""). There is little about his career--though it's clear he's sick to death of Star Wars--but occasionally Guinness indulges his great gift as a theatrical raconteur, which made his 1985 memoir Blessings in Disguise such a delight, and his incidental thoughts on Shakespeare display a working actor's lifetime of experience. An undercurrent of melancholy runs throughout the book, as Guinness notes the deaths of lifelong friends, his wife's declining health and his own fading powers as a man and performer. The mix of wit, sentiment and quotidian detail makes for an engaging, if not very substantial, read. (Aug.)