my friend leonard
my friend leonard by James Frey
In the bold and heartbreaking my friend leonard, James Frey picks up the story of his extraordinary life pretty much where things left off in his a million little pieces, the fierce, in-your-face memoir about Frey’s kamikaze run of self-destruction and his days in rehab. Fresh from a stint in jail from pre-rehab-related charges (“On my first day in jail, a three hundred pound man named Porterhouse hit me in the back of the head with a metal tray.”), clean-living Frey returns to Chicago and gets sucker-punched with a cruel blow that will leave readers ducking for cover in anticipation of the blinding bender that’s sure to come. But then the titular Leonard, the larger-than-life Vegas mobster (“West Coast Director of a large Italian finance firm”) whom James befriended in rehab, steps into the story and serves equal parts unlikely life coach, guardian angel, and father figure for the grief-stricken author, adopting him as his “son” and schooling him in the fine art of “living boldly”:
Be not bold, be fucking BOLD. Every time you meet someone, make a f-cking impression. Make them think you’re the hottest shit in the world. Make them think they’re gonna lose their job if they don’t give you one. Look ’em in the eye, and never look away. Be confident and calm, be f-cking bold.
Read extracts at the top of the page.