I thought this book would be right up my alley. I love Starbucks, and for two reasons: their mugs (which I collect because I think they are pretty), and their Cinnamon Dolce syrup. But really, I just love coffee, and Chai lattes make my world go round. Whoever serves them has a loyal customer in the form of me.

Michael Gates Gill, a man born into wealth and privilege, is a Starbucks man through and through. He knows all the stores in New York City. Being over sixty years old, divorced, without a steady job but with a brain tumor, his one comfort in life is Starbucks. One day, he goes into one of NY's stores to have a latte, and walks out of the store with a job, offered to him by a young, female African-American store manager. Crystal is his polar opposite, but she gives Michael a chance, which Michael grabs eagerly - the health insurance will cover his brain surgery; Starbucks will literally save his life.

Finding a job below his usual standards humbles a 64-year old privileged man into appreciating what he has instead of what he has lost... That's a riches-to-rags formula with the potential for inspiration, while getting to know a favorite coffee place better. Yes, it could have been good.
It wasn't. So much is wrong with this book, I seriously couldn't keep this review shorter than it is now.

I'm just not buying it. Gill doesn't get the emotional impact behind his big life change across. In his book, the former advertising man is too busy namedropping and selling Starbucks to us, readers.

While sweeping floors and cleaning toilets of this GREAT (!) store, where dignity and respect come first and foremost and Guests are happy when Partners are happy (oh everyone just loves each other), he reminisces in length about Jackie Onassis and her adoring eyes and voice soft as a whisper (Jackie this, Jackie that, oh Jackie Jackie Jackie), or Muhammed Ali and how he made up a poem for Gill (how endearing) after Gill was not just at any of his matches, but the first professional match (and this is actually italicized in the book so as to make extra sure us readers understand that Gill is in fact bragging his ASS off).*

The namedropping is irritating right from the start, because these memories are irrelevant to the story or his 'change' and recalled at random times (he hears the word 'Master' being used. Enter his memory of Frank Lloyd Wright, dubbed 'Master' by his apprentices).

[sarcasm] Yes, all of this tells me you're definitely a changed man to whom his life of privilige is nothing compared to his life as a Starbucks barista. I'm wholly convinced, by your knowing 'Jackie' and 'Papa' and having been to Ali's first professional match, that you've moved on from your entitled past and your attitude of superiority. Comparing the opening of a store is so similar to running in front of the bulls in Pamplona to impress Ernest Hemingway. I can totally see the relevance and don't see this as another opportunity at all to impress me, the simpleton, with the people you know, the places you've been, the things you've accomplished. [/end sarcasm for now]

Why do this? What point is he making here? Does he want to show how important he is via all the people he's met? Wasn't he was supposed to be satisfied with his current life as a barista? Doesn't sound like it to me. (The man keeps contradicting himself.)

[sarcasm returns] Your skills as a Yale Art History major are just so helpful in placing the pastries in their trays correctly, what a challenge you are facing once again! We should be so, so proud of you for overcoming your next obstacle - for managing, all by yourself, with all your knowledge and connections, to open up the bagel packaging. I'm moved to tears by the inspiration. [/sarcasm overload - warning - evacuate!]

This book just seems so contrived in more ways than one. He conveniently knows juuuuuust how to read people, making instant successful conversation with his Guests. The dialogue made me cringe. Also, right after he's done sweeping that floor or cleaning that toilet (thinking back of the maid his parents used to have, or his African American nanny), he's overcome with a sudden life-changing epiphany, like how a young African American woman from a poor background (his boss Crystal) can actually REALLY be successful. Who would have thunk it? Because the idea of successful African Americans, or women, or other people from other minorities is so... outlandish!

I also resented that he considered himself part of a minority now that he is working at Starbucks. Oh so he "suddenly understands in this moment" what it's like to struggle because with this job he might as well also be from a different class or race... even though he's a white guy from a wealthy background who screwed up a huge chunk of his own privileged life.

Crystal, his 'mentor', sounds more like a human Starbucks ad than an actual warm human being. [Play tape] "Here at Starbucks, we have dignity and respect for our other partners!" [/stop tape] This was so disappointing! I thought Crystal would be tough, a no-nonsense woman with attitude - the highlight of the book! But she was just a robotic instruction manual on tape.

His petty stabs at his former employer JWT (advertising agency; he was sacked) while sharing his abiding affection for Starbucks (where nothing goes wrong EVER) are both endless. He's being repetitive here and with lots of other things too, sometimes literally, i.e. "Jay Laughlin, Pound's publisher, owned the camp next door" (p.48) followed by "...an invitation to Jay Laughlin, who owned the camp next door" (p66). There are countless examples, but if I mention them all here I will have half the book quoted in my already way too long review.

He could be a really nice guy and truly changed for all I know, but this book sure didn't convince me of it. Maybe it's the (bad) writing or... maybe he hasn't changed as much or as deeply as he'd like us to believe. No, truthfully, I hated this book. Riches-to-rags, my behind. Michael Gates Gill has just managed to adapt to a new situation (which he fell into in despair), making the most of it. Doesn't make him an inspiration to me.

If Michael Gates Gill were truly happy in his job as a barista, if he had learned his lesson, this book just wouldn't exist, or would be 50% thinner (leaving out flashbacks, namedropping and hating on his former employer). He still feels the need to be Somebody Important, instead of just being happy with being somebody.

This book has left me with a really bad taste in my mouth. I will need lots of coffee to wash it away... served in my Starbucks mugs. Because at the end of the day, I still love those mugs. And Starbucks, too.

*) An actual list I kept of celebs / influential people Gill is connected to directly or 'via via': Skull & Bones, poet Ezra Pound as well as Robert Frost, W.H. Auden and T.S. Eliot - all of whom he'd met over drinks or something. There's E.B. White (author of Stuart Little), Andy Warhol, Jackie Onassis, Ernest Hemingway, Queen Elizabeth (!), Muhammed Ali, Frank Lloyd Wright, Frank Sinatra and... 50 Cent. I probably missed a few.

(Rated half a star because I managed to finish it. That's it.)
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At age sixty-three, Michael Gates Gill hadn’t quite hit bottom, but he could see it from where he sat sipping a latte one rainy March morning in a Starbucks at Seventy-Eighth Street and Lexington Avenue in Manhattan. Fired from his position as executive vice president and creative director of the J. Walter Thompson advertising agency by a former protégé, he’d spent ten years scrabbling for work as a freelance advertising and marketing consultant, and now even those engagements had slowed to a trickle. To add to the burden of his career implosion, he’d been diagnosed with an acoustic neuroma, a benign tumor at the base of the brain that impairs hearing. And now, he has to figure out how he’s going to support the son he fathered in a brief affair that wrecked his marriage and baffled his four adult children. If he hadn’t brought some of his troubles on himself, it would fair to say there’s a certain Job-like quality to his plight, but his own blunt assessment that he was “an insecure little boy not that good at dealing with reality” sounds close to the mark.

To his rescue comes Crystal, a 28-year-old Starbucks store manager who offers him a job. Improbably, Gill says yes and embarks on life as a barista. How Starbucks Saved My Life chronicles his year working in the Starbucks store at Ninety-Third Street and Broadway. It’s a realistic account of how he mastered the rudiments of a service business from the bottom up: cleaning the store’s restrooms, opening and closing, and tackling the most intimidating (to him) task of working the cash register (find yourself more than $5 off when you close out and it’s a big problem).

Gill, a graduate of Yale where he was a member of Skull and Bones, is the son of eminent New Yorker writer Brendan Gill, who no doubt would have been dismayed had he lived to see where life had deposited his offspring in late middle age. And it was a long fall for someone who had hobnobbed with Frank Sinatra, Jackie Onassis and Ernest Hemingway and counted Lee Iacocca and USAirways among his long roster of his advertising clients.

Still, there’s no condescension and only a touch of sentimentality in Gill’s account. What he offers is a plainspoken story of the dignity that inheres in putting forth a day’s hard work for modest hourly wage. In his previous life as a workaholic advertising executive, he writes, “I had been secure in my bubble of self-congratulation: convinced that my top job in advertising and my resulting affluence were my just reward for being a great talented guy…not simply status and success virtually given to me by birth and fortunate color.” Now, he observes, “at Starbucks it was not about me --- it was about serving others.”

Starbucks’ corporate culture comes off sounding benign, almost paternalistic, in these pages. It would be interesting to hear what Gill has to say about the mass store closings and layoffs the company announced in 2008. He portrays a high level of camaraderie in the store (with the notable exception of one employee who seems determined to get him fired), but the sketches of his mostly African-American co-workers are spare at best, and it seems Gill was more absorbed in learning the duties of his job than he was in plumbing the interior lives of his fellow employees. Still, when he moves at the end of the book to a store in Bronxville, saving him the expensive, 90 minute commute he’d made for more than a year, it seems he does so with a genuine sense of regret.

Despite his flaws, Michael Gates Gill is a sympathetic companion on his journey from riches to rags and partway back in this engaging memoir. “I had traded my pin-striped suit for a green apron,” he writes. “A Master of the Universe costume for something that said I was there to serve --- not to rule.” His is such a captivating story it’s the subject of a movie in development starring Tom Hanks, although the latest reports are that you may have to wait until 2012 to see it. In the meantime, read this book.

Copyright 2009 Harrisburg Magazine ( )

It's ironic that Gill says that he is good at writing. He isn't.

There were times when I absolutely hated this book for it's cloying predictability and poor sentence structure, but by then end of this book I just felt so sorry for the guy that it was hard to dislike him. Evident throughout the book were lifelong daddy issues, which I found annoying. It seemed like he had always had opportunity handed to him on a silver platter, and landed successfully most of the time. He often flashes back to incidents when he felt that status was everything. I couldn't help but feel that he must have been a big jerk.

By the end of the book, with his estranged family and new work attitude, I had to give Gill some credit. I have to think he could have been more enterprising if he wanted to, but I am glad he found happiness in working as a Partner at one of the biggest coffee companies on the planet. ( )

This was a nice little volume about a fellow who loses his job at the top of the advertising world and takes a job at Starbucks to make ends meet. He goes through quite a personal revolution through the course of the book and really takes you along with him. By the end, I felt like I knew Michael as well as any of his customers did. He teaches some invaluable lessons to his readers and makes you feel like you can handle anything because he can too. A great read. ( )

Great book read it in an afternoon. 07/09