What they find in Studs is a quizmaster not the least bit interested in private scandal. He seeks instead "a common thread" of tradecraft. He is--in this respect as in so many others--a vanishing breed. When today's celebrities aren't hiding behind their public-relations agencies, they issue canned or potted prefab sermonettes, attached to the trailers of their budget-busting movies, testifying to the anguish of their art, for which no interlocutor is deemed necessary. Nor are these "virtual privacies" hard to grudge, when every other interrogation in a modern era of bugs, taps and video surveillance is essentially punitive--the loaded questions of therapists, cops, prosecutors, gossip-mongers and deconstructionists. Who better and who else to talk to than a Studs containing so many multitudes that he can simultaneously entertain the contradictory messages of an Edward Albee (we can't live with illusions) and a Eugene O'Neill (we can't live without them), who is equally comfortable with either gnarled Beckett (the Theater of the Absurd) or epic Brecht (social plays with political content), and who can see, through Jonathan Miller's eyes, the common denominator between King Lear and Alice in Wonderland?
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The Dread Zone
John Leonard: It was never a question of whether, or even when, Don DeLillo would write a novel about 9/11. He has been writing it all along.
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God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut
John Leonard: Kurt Vonnegut, who passed away Wednesday, will be remembered for his brilliant, cynical and often depressing humor.
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Tillie Olsen: 1912-2007
John Leonard: Celebrating the eloquence of the feminist, activist and writer in whose work memory, history, poetry and prophecy converge.
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Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind
John Leonard: Thomas Pynchon's Against the Day is actually four stories, each replete with brilliant patter, fancy footwork, wishful thinking and a plaintive ukulele.
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These United States
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The Jewish Cossack
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Looking for Mr. Goodbomb
And what does Studs get out of it? Some laughs, especially from Robert Morley:
I loathe people with their briefcases hurrying about. That's the only moment I'm unhappy in America; when I get into the elevator in the morning and there are five grim gentlemen with their little briefcases. I wonder what they're thinking about. They're looking as if they're going to sell something improbable and work too hard all day. It's eight o'clock in the morning and they resent stopping at a floor to pick somebody up. You can see it in their faces. They didn't want to stop at the ninth floor.
But he also gets what every American radical has always longed for, which is community and faith. He gets a Federal Theatre and its Living Newspaper; a De Sica who thinks all films should be sensitive to social problems like poor people and old people and housing and unemployment; a Miller who reminds us that until recently, all theater "was involved with the fate of the kingdom, and the importance of power, of rank, of public policy"; a Clurman who insists that "we live to create art through conversation, through comradeship, through friendship"; a Satyajit Ray who says the father in The World of Apu "comes back to responsibility. I believe in that. I don't believe in denunciation. The acceptance of responsibility. I believe in that very strongly"; a René Clair who envisions "a great revolution" brought about by pay TV; a Joan Littlewood who tells us that "each man, each woman is part bird, part fish, wishing to fly, to dance, to fuck well, to eat well, to think.... Raleigh, the intellectual, and Marlowe, the poet, dreamed of a republic of clowns"; and an Uta Hagen whose Greenwich Village theater was wide open and free to all: "They say, 'I want to be a household name.' I say, 'What is that? Lysol? Toilet paper? Bounty? These are household names.' Listen to me, I'm shouting."
And all this is no less than Citizen Studs deserves--the grand old man with the brave songs, the cranky tape recorder and the magic hearing-aid. I wish him, as well, a Paris Commune and a New Jerusalem.
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