Monday, August 31, 2015

'Ray Donovan': How to Get L.A. Noir Right

Unlike 'True Detective,' Showtime's Hollywood-fixer series has gotten better each season
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Liev Schreiber is the L.A.-via-Boston operator, doing freelance dirty work for his shady clients — sometimes quasi-criminal, sometimes not so quasi. He and his wife (Paula Malcolmson) fight in their over-the-top Boston-Irish accents. Although he took her out West to start a new life, his low-life family has caught up with him — like Jon Voight as his sleazebag dad, Mickey, a Southie gangster just out of the clink. Schreiber has the slow-burn stoic look of a small-time hood desperate to stay in the big leagues. When a client asks the eternal question that L.A. private eyes have faced since the days of Philip Marlowe and Lew Archer — "Mr. Donovan, exactly what do you do?" — he replies, "I change the story."

Ray Donovan has changed its story too. When it started out on Showtime in 2013, it was a clumsy mess nobody took seriously. Schreiber just looked like your basic premium-cable Tough Guy With Problems: a guy who sweats a lot, punches people, hates his dad, grunts at his wife, suffers Catholic guilt, the usual. But after a couple of apprentice seasons, retooling and shifting showrunners, Ray Donovan has turned the corner. It has trimmed away the pretensions (like the priest-molestation back story, which aimed way too hard for moral and emotional significance it couldn't possibly handle). The third season is twice as good as the second, which was twice as good as the first.

It's turned into what True Detective 2.0 wanted so desperately to be: an L.A. noir with all these elements of non-L.A. weirdness thrown in. Everybody here seems to have just wandered in from some other town. The Boston-Irish characters hold on to their accents so they don't have to admit they're trapped at the edge of the world. From the big-money clients to the hoods they hire, it's developed a SoCal ambience that's totally convincing because it's full of people who wish they were anywhere else.

The MVP this season is Ian McShane (Al Swearengen from Deadwood), as a posh criminal tycoon with a dangerous daughter — the long-lost Katie Holmes. McShane loves to swagger through a scene, announcing, "Los Angeles — someone once said it's like a volcano spewing out wreckage in all directions!" McShane overdoes it a bit, but that matches perfectly with Schreiber, who is pretty much the definition of "underdoing it." Maybe the big reveal next season will be his long-awaited second facial expression.

As Ray's dad, Voight has settled into his dirty-old-grandpa role. When grandson Conor worries why his mom ran off back to Boston, Voight says, "Maybe she went back to see that cocksucker father of hers. Or enjoy the fall foliage." When the kid frets about whether she left because she walked in on him masturbating, Voight assures him it's no big deal: "If God didn't want us to jerk off, he would have given us shorter arms." Preach, Gramps.

True Detective failed because it was trying to play by the old rules — it wanted to be a mythic Golden Age masterpiece so much that it jumped right into all the purple poetry, without bothering to master the scene-by-scene mechanics of an ordinary cop show. It aspired to be great, without putting in the work of getting good. It was the last gasp of the old system, while Ray Donovan is a sign of the new, for better or worse. Like Ray himself, it's changing the story.

From The Archives Issue 1243: September 10, 2015

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Film Reviews: 'Mr. Holmes'

'Mr. Holmes': A poignant last-case scenario


Posted: Friday, July 17, 2015, 3:01 AM
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Ian McKellen brings a sad quality to the elderly title character in "Mr. Holmes."(AGATHA A. NITECKA / Miramax)

Ian McKellen brings a sad quality to the elderly title character in "Mr. Holmes."(AGATHA A. NITECKA / Miramax)


For the doubters among us who still believe Sherlock Holmes to be a fictional character, consider the sad and lovely Mr. Holmes. Ian McKellen, his face weathered and weary, eyes haunted with unfinished business, clearly doesn't think Holmes an imaginary hero, an eccentric make-believe sleuth popularized in magazines and books. To watch the actor, who plays the famous consulting detective of Victorian London in the long years after he retired and retreated to the countryside, is to see a gentleman with a lifetime of extraordinary experiences moving through his days. He is absolutely real.

He is also a man in profound pain: The memories of all those experiences, all those strange mysteries and exotic cases, are slipping from his mind.

McKellen's Holmes hobbles around a cottage in South Downs with a view of chalk cliffs and sea, tending to his bees. He is in his 90s and in increasingly fragile health. He treats his long-suffering housemaid, Mrs. Munro (Laura Linney), with, if not disdain, then distance. Yet, clearly he depends on her - and she him. Her son, the sparkling Roger (Milo Parker), pokes his nose into Holmes' affairs, sneaking into his study to read the manuscript the old man is trying to complete.

It is an account of his last case, the story of a woman, Ann Kelmot (Hattie Morahan), and her husband (Patrick Kennedy). The latter comes to Holmes' offices, concerned about his wife's odd behavior, asking him to investigate. Beautifully directed by Bill Condon - whose Gods and Monsters also starred McKellen - Mr. Holmes goes into flashback mode as its subject does: Holmes recalling details of the case and writing them down, as shards of memory come together.

Mr. Holmes is about how the past defines us. It is also very much about regret and trying to put things right. Holmes, the famous logician, comes to realize, too, that there is a place in human nature for emotion, for empathy. Identifying a problem with utmost clarity isn't always the same as solving that problem. To point to the source of someone's despair isn't the same as ridding that person of it.

If Mr. Holmes has a quiet, rueful aspect, the film can also be sly and amusing - and warmhearted. We watch Holmes take Roger under his wing. A visit to a London cinema finds Holmes watching in comic horror as an adaptation of one of his old cases, with its Basil Rathbone-like star, flickers on the screen. (Speaking of adaptations,

 Mr. Holmes is based on Mitch Cullin's 2005 novel, A Slight Trick of the Mind.)
More jarring, we see Holmes visiting Japan (in search of an herbal medicine to help with his memory), wandering the ruins of Hiroshima. And there are the flashbacks with the somewhat younger Holmes, shadowing the mysterious Mrs. Kelmot through London streets, ultimately taking a bench alongside her.
Their conversation would echo in the detective's mind for decades. The look of regret on old Sherlock's face is as authentic as it gets.

Mr. Holmes ***1/2 (Out of four stars)

Directed by Bill Condon. With Ian McKellen, Laura Linney, Milo Parker, Hiroyuki Sanada, Hattie Morahan. Distributed by Roadside Attractions.
Running time: 1 hour, 52 mins.
Parent's guide: PG (adult themes).
Playing at: area theaters.

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'Mr. Holmes' review: Ian McKellen is here, and the game's afoot



By Stephen Whitty | ArtiSyndicate 
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on July 17, 2015 at 8:35 AM, updated July 17, 2015 at 8:44 AM


It is the story of the great Sherlock Holmes, in retirement, nearing the end of his days, puttering about with his bees, puzzling over one last case. Clear-cut enough, perhaps.

But elementary? Not at all.

Instead "Mr. Holmes" is a marvelously layered tale about knowledge vs. wisdom, celebrity vs. reality, fiction vs. fact and the tiny yet ever-mounting indignities of age.

It's also a terrifically acted, warmly emotional treat.

This should not be a surprise coming from Bill Condon. A talented writer and director, he's lately been the go-to person when you needed to make a musical film that actually understood musicals ("Dreamgirls") or to reheat a feverish romance with some genuinely feverish romance (the climactic "Breaking Dawn" episodes of the "Twilight" saga).

But my favorite films of his were always the earlier, quirkier ones – not just the low-budget horrors Condon cut his incisors on, but the marvelous "Gods and Monsters," with Ian McKellen, and the intelligent and daringly ahead of its time "Kinsey" withLaura Linney.
Both those stars return here – engendering loyalty is apparently another Condon talent – and the movie shows them off beautifully.

Linney is a bit more uncertain at first – she doesn't seem quite at home in her country Irish accent as Holmes' housekeeper – but she has a couple of extraordinary scenes near the end. And McKellen is, throughout, a treasure, capturing Holmes first as an assured man in his 60s, nearing the end of his career, and then an elderly fellow in his 90s, nearing the end of his life (but still quite capable of appreciating it).

The idea of the film (based on the novel "A Slight Trick of the Mind") is that in 1947, Holmes is finally slipping into senility – the cruelest of ailments for such a formidable intellect.

But he's still fighting to keep the synapses firing, mostly by trying to recall the details of his last case – long forgotten but, he's beginning to suspect, a highly personal factor in his retirement.
In fact, Condon intercuts three stories here. There is a flashback to the Edwardian days of that crucial case; another, briefer flashback details a recent trip to war-torn Japan. And then there is the main story, in which we see the consulting detective's budding friendship with his housekeeper's small, inquisitive boy.

It sounds complicated – and for the longest time, the Japanese subplot seems like a distraction (until it isn't) but Condon's storytelling is clear-cut and full of detail.

Much of that information, of course, comes from the lush period touches – the enormously ornate London furniture now crammed into Holmes' country cottage, the haunting sounds pulled out of a forgotten instrument called a glass harmonica.

But the best of it, as in Condon's other movies, are the details of emotions, fleeting but just as quickly caught – true concern camouflaged by flashes of impatience, unutterable despair masquerading as simple grief.

Of course, it's easier to record those quicksilver changes when you have an emotional chameleon like McKellen, whose face shifts to show every phase of this man's journey – from erudite inquisitor to pained victim, from superiority to confusion, regret to acceptance.

Yet while it's McKellen who makes him a man, it's Condon who makes him a touching metaphor for all of us who've ever felt we understood anything or anybody because, like the great consulting detective, we'd noted its externals, peered at it through a magnifying class and made a list of every fact. Not realizing that it's that kind of preening intelligence that's the worst idiocy of all.

Because really "Mr., Holmes" is about learning the final, greatest lesson in this world – that nothing is quite as important in life as knowing that you don't quite know everything about life.
Ratings note: The film contains violence.

'Mr. Holmes' (PG) Roadside Attractions/Miramax (94 min.) Directed by Bill Condon. With Ian McKellen, Laura Linney. Now playing in New York. ★ ★ ★ ½

Friday, August 28, 2015

What six years of ‘reset’ have wrought


By Charles Krauthammer
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/
August 27, 2015



Russian President Vladimir Putin delivers a statement in the Kremlin on Wednesday. (Alexander Zemlianichenko/Associated Press)
On September 5, 2014, two days after President Obama visited Estonia to symbolize America’s commitment to its security, Russian agents crossed into Estonia and kidnapped an Estonian security official. Last week, after a closed trial, Russia sentenced him to 15 years.
The reaction? The State Department issued a statement. The NATO secretary-general issued a tweet. Neither did anything. The European Union (reportsthe Wall Street Journal) said it was too early to discuss any possible action.
The timing of this brazen violation of NATO territory — immediately after Obama’s visit — is testimony to Vladimir Putin’s contempt for the American president. He knows Obama would do nothing. Why should he think otherwise?
● Putin breaks the arms embargo to Iran by lifting the hold on selling it S-300 missiles. Obama responds by excusing him, saying it wasn’t technically illegal and adding, with a tip of the hat to Putin’s patience: “I’m frankly surprised that it held this long.”
● Russia mousetraps Obama at the eleventh hour of the Iran negotiations, joining Iran in demanding that the conventional-weapons and ballistic-missile embargoes be dropped. Obama caves.
● Putin invades Ukraine, annexes Crimea, breaks two Minsk cease-fire agreements and erases the Russia-Ukraine border — effectively tearing up the post-Cold War settlement of 1994. Obama’s response? Pinprick sanctions, empty threats and a continuing refusal to supply Ukraine with defensive weaponry, lest he provoke Putin.
The East Europeans have noticed. In February, Lithuania decided to reinstate conscription, a move strategically insignificant — the Lithuanians couldn’t hold off the Russian army for a day — but highly symbolic. Eastern Europe has been begging NATO to station permanent bases on its territory as a tripwire guaranteeing a powerful NATO/U.S. response to any Russian aggression.
NATO has refused. Instead, Obama offered more military exercises in the Baltic States and Poland. And threw in an additional 250 tanks and armored vehicles, spread among seven allies.
It is true that Putin’s resentment over Russia’s lost empire long predates Obama. But for resentment to turn into revanchism — an active policy of reconquest — requires opportunity. Which is exactly what Obama’s “reset” policy has offered over the past six and a half years.
Since the end of World War II, Russia has known that what stands in the way of westward expansion was not Europe, living happily in decadent repose, but the United States as guarantor of Western security. Obama’s naivete and ambivalence have put those guarantees in question.
It began with the reset button, ostentatiously offered less than two months after Obama’s swearing-in. Followed six months later by the unilateral American cancellation of the missile shield the Poles and the Czechs had agreed to install on their territory. Again, lest Putin be upset.
By 2012, a still clueless Obama mocked Mitt Romney for saying that Russia is “without question our No. 1 geopolitical foe,” quipping oh so cleverly: “The 1980s are now calling to ask for their foreign policy back.” After all, he explained, “the Cold War’s been over for 20 years.”
Turned out it was 2015 calling. Obama’s own top officials have been retroactively vindicating Romney. Last month, Obama’s choice for chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff declared that “Russia presents the greatest threat to our national security.” Two weeks ago, the retiring Army chief of staff, Raymond Odierno, called Russia our “most dangerous” military threat. Obama’s own secretary of defense has gone one better: “Russia poses an existential threat to the United States.”
Turns out the Cold War is not over either. Putin is intent on reviving it. Helped immensely by Obama’s epic misjudgment of Russian intentions, the balance of power has shifted — and America’s allies feel it.
And not just the East Europeans. The president of Egypt, a country estranged from Russia for 40 years and our mainstay Arab ally in the Middle East, has twice visited Moscow within the last four months.
The Saudis, congenitally wary of Russia but shell-shocked by Obama’s grand nuclear capitulation to Iran that will make it the regional hegemon, are searching for alternatives, too. At a recent economic conference in St. Petersburg, the Saudis invited Putin to Riyadh and the Russians reciprocated by inviting the new King Salman to visit Czar Vladimir in Moscow.
Even Pakistan, a traditional Chinese ally and Russian adversary, is buying Mi-35 helicopters from Russia, which is building a natural gas pipeline between Karachi and Lahore.
As John Kerry awaits his upcoming Nobel and Obama plans his presidential library (my suggestion: Havana), Putin is deciding how to best exploit the final 17 months of his Obama bonanza.
The world sees it. Obama doesn’t.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Bill Buckley Gets Bigger Over Time

By Scott Porch
August 17, 2015
In the late ’60s, NBC and CBS were the most-watched TV networks and ABC was a distant third. (“It would have been fourth, but there were only three,” former NBC exec Richard Wald once joked.) For its coverage of the 1968 presidential election, ABC’s news operation lacked a high-wattage name like Walter Cronkite at CBS or David Brinkley at NBC. To liven up its convention coverage that fall, ABC seated conservative William F. Buckley beside liberal Gore Vidal and waited for sparks to fly.
And, wow, did sparks fly:
Vidal: “The only pro- or crypto-Nazi I can think of is yourself.
Buckley: “Now listen, you queer. Stop calling me a crypto-Nazi or I’ll sock you in the goddamn face, and you’ll stay plastered.”
That exchange, which would be considered over the line on Fox News or MSNBC today, was on live television. In 1968! “It’s the one time it happened, the one time he lost his cool,” says Sam Tanenhaus, the former editor of the New York Times Book Review who is writing a biography of Buckley. “He regretted it for a very long time.”
The Daily Beast recently caught up with Tanenhaus for a wide-ranging conversation about appearing as a talking head in Best of Enemies—the new documentary that looks at Buckley and Vidal's 10-day debate—as well as the status of his long-gestating Buckley biography, his years at the New York Times Book Review, and his thoughts on John Updike, Robert Caro, Garry Wills, and other major literary figures of the last half-century.
How’s the biography going?
I told the publisher, Random House, that I would get it to them in 2016, and that’s the plan. The reason I left the Times was so that I could finish it.
You left the Times last year, right?
I left in mid-December when they did the last round of attractive buyouts.
And you had already been writing for a while then, right?
Omigosh, yes. I signed the contract for this a long time ago. Sometimes people will ask when the manuscript is due, and I’ll say, “It’s due in June, but I’m not sure what decade.” [Laughs.]
Has Buckley’s significance changed over time?
Buckley gets bigger and bigger over time as his uniqueness becomes more apparent. People who remember him—even if they didn’t like him back in the day—who were piqued by him for one reason or another, now remember him nostalgically. It happens to all these great figures, especially conservatives. People hated Barry Goldwater until there was no Barry Goldwater left and they became Goldwater idolaters.
But you have another thing going on with Bill Buckley, which is that people of a certain [younger] age have no idea who he was; he means absolutely nothing to them. And that shows you how quickly time moves and how fast the past recedes. The fact that Bill Buckley is not remembered by almost everyone is kind of mind-boggling.
How do you tend to order Buckley’s roles in your head—TV personality, then political thinker, then author?
You take those three things and try to find the throughline. He is the intellectual architect of the modern conservative movement. He was not the greatest conservative thinker. He probably was its best sentence-by-sentence writer. He was a maestro on television. He more or less invented the contemporary debate show. Though if you watch episodes of Firing Line, they’re almost Monty Python parodies; everyone is so polite and genteel. There was a wonderful eccentricity that he had and that he brought out in his guests.
He was a columnist. He told me once that if you published all of his columns in book form, it would add up to something like 25 books. So author, television personality, columnist—sage and mentor. He mentored two important political figures—Goldwater and then Reagan.
And you knew him, didn’t you?
I interviewed him many times over the years. I lived in Tarrytown, New York, and I would drive over to Stamford, Connecticut. He divided his time between Stamford and Manhattan, but Stamford is where he liked to be. That’s where the boat was, and he had these beautiful views of the Long Island Sound. I would go to his house, and we would go to a restaurant nearby that he liked. I remember asking him at his house about his relationships with Goldwater and Reagan. He said, “They came to me.” And that was really important to him. Bill wasn’t a braggart by any means. He just wanted to be clear that he had not sought their approval or friendship or alliance.
He was the founding editor of an extraordinary magazine, National Review, and I’m writing on that now. It’s a really remarkable piece of history. He created it to educate political actors and promote political ideas at their most lucid and workable—not conservative theory but ideas— and to be a home for intellectuals who were on their own in the McCarthy era of the mid-’50s. He gave them a place to think and talk and engage in a truly viable, modern conservatism. It was important for him for National Review to be truly independent rather than Republican. We tend to think of them as identical now, but they were not in the mid-’50s.
Buckley had an accent that always sounded to me like Thurston Howell from Gilligan’s Island. Was that a blueblood accent? The Groton lockjaw?
It’s so funny. There were 10 Buckley children—so nine siblings and Buckley—and a few of them sounded exactly like him and the rest didn’t. He talked that way, his brother Reid, his sister Patricia, and his sister Jane spoke that way. They had all been educated at boarding school in England in their teens. What you don’t hear—did you grow up in the South?
I did. Near Nashville.
Do you hear any of the South in Bill?
Not really. Do you?
His mother was from New Orleans, and his father was from deep southern Texas. They were Southerners. I maintain—and you’ll probably say I’m totally wrong about this—that if you listen really closely to Bill, you’ll hear a kind of drawl. He was raised in Connecticut with a family of displaced Southerners. His father had planned for them to be in Mexico; he was an oil wildcatter who got driven out by the revolution and lost a fortune. Bill spoke Spanish before he spoke English. His voice was very animated. In person, his features and his voice had a lot of swoops up and down the scale. He was a Connecticut guy, which I’m discovering now as my wife and I have just moved to Connecticut. In Best of Enemies, he and Gore Vidal sound a lot alike.
Best of Enemies is about Buckley and Vidal at the 1968 conventions. Was that when most people learned who Buckley was?
No, he was already famous. He had run for mayor of New York in 1965, and it was a really fun and fascinating campaign. I wrote a piece for the New York Times Magazine about it in 2005, which was the 40th anniversary of that campaign. That campaign really put him on the map, and Firing Line came out of that. During the mayoral campaign, there was a newspaper strike. As they were approaching Election Day, there was basically a news blackout. The television stations had debates, and Bill was the star.
He was a great debater. Best of Enemies does not show him at his best as a debater, because he kind of got ambushed by Gore Vidal. Bill’s idea was to have an ideological argument, and he was really funny. He kind of made John Lindsay, who was a really charismatic guy, look like a stiff. Right after that in 1966 came Firing Line. Bill was on every Sunday, and he became the conservative that liberals loved to hate and were fascinated by. He was funny, he was smart, he had the giant vocabulary, and he was incredibly quick. He was getting more national attention than Reagan, who was running for governor of California at the same time.
What was it that Vidal called Buckley that got him so upset? Crypto-conservative?
Noooo, crypto-Nazi.
Right, crypto-Nazi. What did Vidal mean by that?
Crypto really means secret, like a crypt. In that exchange, Bill had made some comparison with student protesters and the Viet Cong, and Gore turns it around and says Buckley was a crypto-Nazi. The backdrop of this was the Chicago convention in 1968, which was a nightmare. It was a police riot—one of the lowest moments in modern American life. I’m old enough to remember it; I was 12 watching it with my father on TV. You saw protesters getting beaten and gassed. It was a very intense time, and that debate was about that particular moment.
And Buckley’s response where he says, “Now listen, you queer,” is the most unglued I’ve ever seen him.
It’s the one time it happened, the one time he lost his cool. He regretted it for a very long time, and I think I mention in Best of Enemies how Ted Koppel later interviewed Buckley, and Buckley was visibly stunned. He said to me right after, “I was sure they had destroyed that tape.” There had been a big lawsuit [over this article]. Bill had sued Esquire and Vidal, and it got very complicated. To Vidal, it seemed like more of a big joke. When they turned the camera off, Gore said, “We gave them a pretty good show tonight, didn’t we?”
When did you meet Buckley?
I had known him from the previous book I wrote, Whitaker Chambers: A Biography, about Whittaker Chambers. Buckley had helped me a lot on that book because Chambers, who had been involved in the Alger Hiss case, was kind of a hero and friend to him. So I met Bill around 1990.
There are two quotes that are frequently attributed to Buckley. One is the “standing athwart history yelling ‘stop.’” What was the context for that?
That’s really interesting. It’s in the publishers statement for the very first issue of National Review, which had the cover date of November 19, 1955. It was then a weekly journal; now it’s a fortnightly—which is a useful term that no one uses anymore—every other week.
Only at Wimbledon.
Exactly. It’s so useful, though. You say “bi-weekly” and “bi-monthly,” and nobody knows what you mean; you say “fortnightly,” and it’s very clear what it means. A lot of Bill’s vocabulary was very baroque like that; people thought he was very show-off-y. Buckley was a very precise writer and speaker. He said exactly what he meant, and that was very true of the statement about “standing athwart history.” That was the statement announcing the arrival of the National Review.
The context is that this is a time when conservatives like himself were not being much listened to. It was 1955, the aftermath of Joe McCarthy’s fall. Bill had written a book about Joe McCarthy and was quite close to him. McCarthy was the litmus test and lightning rod for that period’s intellectuals; you either hated McCarthy or you defended him. What that did was spotlight how marginalized Bill Buckley and his small cohort of conservatives felt at that time. They felt there was no place for them—that they were essentially shut out of the debate because they had defended McCarthy.
One of Bill’s great insights that had originated in his first book, God and Man at Yale, which he wrote in his mid-20s after he left college, was that the battles were cultural, that the liberals dominated the cultural debate. Conservatives still make that argument today. In the Obama years, conservatives probably have some grounds for saying it, but even in the years when conservatives dominated the cultural and social controversies, conservatives would say that the liberals controlled the media. That originated with Bill Buckley.
What about the other quote, the one about the Boston phone book?
He said, “I would rather be governed by the first 2,000 names in the Boston phonebook than by the faculty of Harvard,” which is a really brilliant thing to say. It’s really a statement about democracy and knowledge. Actually, I’ll tell you and nobody else knows this, he originally wrote, “I’d rather be governed by the first 2,000 names in the Garden City Long Island phone book,” but then he changed it because Harvard’s in Boston.
He also has a really famous quote from his campaign for mayor of New York. Someone asked him what he would do if he won, and he said he would demand a recount. That’s fantastic.
Do you have a sense of whether Buckley had a better time in the ’60s or the ’70s?
I think Bill was really at home in the ’60s. Many of his friends were liberals like Norman Mailer. Buckley’s closest friend on the left was probably John Galbraith, and he was great pals with Murray Kempton. Kempton and Buckley were both ’50s guys waiting for the ’60s to happen. The ’60s were more antic and anarchic, and that’s really where Bill Buckley was at his best.
The ’50s were boring for him. If you look at commentary and essays from people on the left like Irving Howe and Harold Rosenberg, they hated the consensus, can’t-we-all-get-along ’50s as much as Buckley did, and they often sound alike. Consensus was in its day a word for conformity. The ’60s unbuttoned all of that and unleashed all of these intellectual ids like Gore Vidal and Bill Buckley, who were born in the same year. Bill became a favorite on college campuses because he would say anything, which appealed to the ’60s sensibility.
What about in the ’70s?
The ’70s were also a good time for him. The ’70s don’t really become the ’70s until after Watergate, and that’s when Bill was really becoming a bestselling writer. His sailing books and his novels really took off in the ’70s, and the television program was successful. He was never a huge Nixon fan—Nixon was not really a conservative in Bill’s view—but Bill didn’t really care much about politics. He was more interested in his sailing and his friends and the socializing.
I spent many hours with Bill, and he only talked about politics when I asked him about it. He said, “I only do politics for money.” That’s Firing Line and the column and that sort of thing. The ’70s were a really prosperous time for him. He sailed across the Atlantic and wrote a book called Atlantic High. His spy novels were bestsellers. He had a good time in the ’70s.
You have a lot of material. Are you sure it will be a single volume?
If you sat in my office here, I have two file cabinets. I do it the old-fashioned way; I like paper. I have a table set up adjacent to my desk covered with folders. I have bins with thousands of pages in addition to the file cabinets and more behind me, you wouldn’t believe it. And there’s more to go. He did so much on so many fronts, that it’s hard to keep it all in one’s head. That said—no. I can’t do two volumes.
Robert Caro had an exchange with [his editor] Bob Gottlieb back in the day at Knopf when Caro was writing The Power Broker. The original manuscript for The Power Broker was enormous. He said to Bob Gottlieb, “What if we do two volumes?” And Gottlieb said, “I can sell one book about Robert Moses. I can’t sell two.” It’s up to me to find the best throughline. That’s my job as a biographer for a reader to get as much of the story and the multiple fronts that Bill operated on. If I can’t do it in one volume, then it’s just a great big flop. You know, the greatest of all modern biographers—everybody’s hero—is Richard Ellmann. He did James Joyce in one volume, he did Oscar Wilde in one volume, so it’s got to be doable.
What was your job like when you were the editor of the New York Times Book Review?
I was a manager in part, and then also a colleague. The Book Review has a handful of extremely skilled and seasoned preview editors. They’re the ones who look at the galleys when they come in. The sheer number of galleys is dismaying and alarming. I tell authors that they’d never want to set foot in the New York Times Book Review because you’ll see the galleys—the advance reading copies—in little dumpsters. That’s how they come in, and that’s how they go out.
How did you decide what books to review?
You can only review 1 or 2 percent of the books published each year, so we would do a triage to see which books are not going to be reviewed at all. We didn’t do self-published books, though that’s changing a tiny bit under Pamela Paul, my handpicked successor, if I may say so. We didn’t do reprints. We didn’t do reissues. We tended not to do university press books, which was kind of a shame, but there just wasn’t much space to cover more than a few. Many, many worthy books will not be reviewed.
My job was to meet with editors. The preview editors would have made the judgment on the books they thought we should send out for review, and then we would discuss who should review them. I would be involved in deciding what books would go out for review and helping decide who the reviewer should be. Often the preview editor would have someone in mind. I might have another suggestion, which was always collegial. The best part about the job was the collegiality. I also did the podcast, which was one of the early books podcasts.
Do you miss doing the podcast?
I do. It’s the thing I miss most. I really enjoyed interviewing authors and editors and the books reporter at the Times, whoever it happened to be—Motoko Rich, Julie Bosman, and now Alexandra Alter. We did it every week, and it was quite popular, and it still is. Pamela Paul does a great job. I was a guest on the podcast earlier this year for a review I did on Saul Bellow, who is a particular interest of mine.
You know, with a laptop and a $20 microphone, you could actually start another podcast.
[Laughs.] I don’t have the time! I have to get this book written, and I have been writing a lot more than I thought I would since leaving the Times. I’m doing something for The New Republic. I do a column for Bloomberg View. I have been writing some for a British publication that I really like called Prospect. I like translating literature and politics there for a non-American audience; you really have to think through things that you’d otherwise take for granted. I did a piece for Prospect on Obama, which was an against-the-grain piece saying he was a major president, which I think he is. I’m writing something now for Prospect on Pat Moynihan and have written on Philip Roth and John Updike.
You have a pretty broad interest in 20th century politics and literary history.
I was born in 1955, so I entered my twenties during the ’70s. That’s when my sensibilities were formed. When I was a kid I read Fitzgerald and Hemingway like everyone else. The term I think of it as is “mid-century”—from the ’30s through the ’70s with emphasis on the later decades. The ’50s were fascinating, and all those figures like Bill Buckley who were bored by them made that decade interesting as a starting point. I’m interested in the fiction and especially the criticism from the period—Lionel Trilling, Edmund Wilson.
And Garry Wills, who may be the greatest public intellectual of our time. I interviewed him for the book, and I wrote a profile of him. He was the most brilliant protege of Bill Buckley, who then became a defector. Bill used to say that National Review was a finishing school for apostates. Garry Wills wrote for National Review, Joan Didion wrote for them, John Leonard, John Gregory Dunne, Renata Adler, Arlene Croce—these really, really important figures all wrote for National Review at one time or another. I like the intersection of politics and literature. That’s why I’m interested in people like Chambers and Buckley. I’m interested in intellectuals who become people of action.
And you’re still writing on authors like Updike and Bellow.
For me, Updike and Bellow and Roth are giants now; they were writing when I was young. My copy of Updike’s Rabbit Redux is the copy I got when I was 15 or 16 through the Book of the Month Club. It’s the only book I ever had signed by an author in all of my years at the book review. We did a long video interview with him for the website. Those figures to me are very large and important. I think of them almost like family, and some of them are still working. Bob Caro is still working. Gay Talese is still working. I saw Garry Wills at the Aspen Ideas Festival a couple of weeks ago, brilliant as ever. Those figures are really important to me.