Behind the Screens of Sunnyside
In the age of online celebrity/fan forums, DVD making-of extras, directors commentaries and pop-culture conventions, it seems more than ever that a work of arts communication with its audience will always be two-way. But the impulse to pull back the curtain has been with us for as long as there have been stages or screens behind it. Having looked under the hood of the modern media machines first days and inside the minds of some of its major figures, Glen David Gold sat down to converse with writer and cultural critic Adam McGovern about Sunnysides own secretsand showed that knowing some of the mysteries doesnt take away the magic.
AM: We get to play long-form bookstore Q & A here. What's the most revealing question I can start with?
GDG: Here's a terrible secret that will get me blackballedthe most frightening question you can ask a writer is "What about this book makes you most insecure?"
I am more insecure about Sunnyside than Carter Beats the Devil. Sunnyside masquerades as a romp-with-detours, but behind the curtain are layers of complex, flickering ideas. Hence my slightly higher-than-normal speaking voice and my fumbling with my lucky necktie.
AM: Sunnyside imagines and reconstructs the thought patterns of a singular visionary, Charlie Chaplin. But sometimes an artists own inspirations and creative process are as elusive and indefinable to him or her as deciphering what another artist was going through. What do we know of the works of Glen David Gold?
GDG: I had a job in a bookstore when I was nineteenthis would be 1983in which I learned about Don DeLillo. What I liked about End Zone and Ratner's Star was that he pulled back a curtain on power and let us see what was going on in a place that normally would not want our company.
So Carter was inspired by seeing backstage at a magic show. An early cue for Sunnyside popped up on my first day working on Carter. I was reading a biography of Warren Harding that said, "of course he had to do something about all the Americans fighting in Russia," and that was a big shock. What Americans in Russia? I had some hazy ideas about war being one of those places where seeing the secret seat of power would be interesting, but I had no experience of a world war in my lifetime. I wasn't sure I could understand or express what that felt like.
I was also intrigued by something I ran across in the Oakland History Room, a bizarre little plan the mayor of Oakland had in 1924 to attract Hollywood talent. But unlike magic or war, there is no curtain to pull back in Hollywood. They say the most exciting day of your life is your first day on a film set. And the most boring day is your second day on a film set.
Still, there were numerous details that attracted meI liked the early attempts to unionize that led to directors holding guns to their cameramens heads to get them to turn the cranks. And misbehavior off-set was always entertaining, but the heart of the process itself, unlike magic, isnt about mysteryits about pretending mystery exists.
Carter Beats the Devil came directly from a magic poster I got on my birthday, which is admittedly a sort of weird present. The secret is I love stone lithographyCheret, Cappiello, those weird anonymous vaudeville posters like "Blue Jeans" and "Child Slaves of New York"because they were all gamed to provide an entire narrative in one image in order to sell you somethinga product, a show, or a movie.
At some point I bought a one-sheet poster featuring Rin Tin Tin in a 1931 primitive talkie called The Lightning Warrior. The image was beautifully rendered and bizarrea soldier lying on the ground with an arrow in his chest, a cloaked figure standing over him, and Rinty protecting the fallen hero with a paw on his sternum.
Rin Tin Tin looked remarkably like my dog Lilly. Id never had a dog before and had this funny adult thing of falling in love with dogs, as if it was this big secret no one else had discovered, and I was curious what Rin Tin Tin was all about. I read the basic facts and then I worked Lee Duncan into the final pages of Carter, just as a placeholder, in case I pursued him further.
The Lightning Warrior is a sad film. Rintys star had fallen. Once, only a couple of years earlier, hed been the savior of Warner Brothers and incredibly well-paid. But by 1931 he was reduced to working the serials. This was the equivalent of directto-DVD releases. He was about 13, and desperately tired. He could still run a little and growl at the villain. Most of the film involved the humans figuring out mysteries and Rin Tin Tin dozing by the fire until he was needed to bark.
But then I watched his first starring role, Where the North Begins from 1923, and it was night and day. He was spunky, attentive, emotive and athletic. Theres a scene where he has to jump into the second-story window of a barn thats white-knuckle exciting. You see him sizing up the distance hell have to run, him failing to make the jump, falling, then going back and trying againsuccess! Its amazing because you know there werent any special effects and when he fell two stories, he really fell two stories.
Later I discovered a film thought lostFind Your Manor at least 13 minutes of it that I handed over to film historian Kevin Brownlow for safekeeping.
AM: Can we duck down a mysterious sidestreet for a minute to learn the details of that real-life adventure?
GDG: Sure. I was on eBay and some guy had a can of 9.5 mm safety film for the Pathe Baby camera. It was in French and the titles called it "Redoutable Temoin," which means something like "Fearsome Witness." Starring Rin Tin Tin. It was missing the first reel, meaning the credits. I believe he had an image up of a title card indicating one of the characters was named Martin. Only one of Rinty's silent films had a guy named Martin in it, and that was Find Your Man.
But it was possible, given it was in French, that they'd just used the name Martin haphazardly, meaning the guys in the office were tired that day and gave all the characters in this film the same names they'd given those in the last film. Who would ever know the difference in 1924?
I ended up winning it for less than a hundred bucks and then, because the world is strange, I won ANOTHER copy of it about a month later. I found an outfit in the U.K. that can transfer any format on the planet, no matter how obscure, onto DVD. Pathe 9.5? No problem. So I had 13 choppy, chunky, canine minutes of Find Your Man. There's a great scene of Rinty escaping a kennel and another one of him going down a chimney that's made hilarious by the glimpseI'm guessing one frameof Lee Duncan's arm helping him scoot down a tight spot.
The best eBay find of all? When military units assembled in France, they sent around photographers with panorama cameras to take 40-inch photographs of all the officers and enlisted men. There are two such photos of the 135thone is reproduced the size of a postcard in the Second Air Service book of 1919. It shows the men in front of two massive Liberty-engine DH-4sand in the foreground, you can see there are two dogs. But they're just smudges.
There's a second photograph, and it popped up on eBay, too, the week I was finishing the book. It clearly shows Lee Duncan and a friend holding Rinty and Nannette in their laps. I have this one framed and over my desk.
In fact, those dogs were pretty crucial to me. I've referred in other interviews to being fascinated by the continuum between Houdini-as-famous-man and Chaplin-as-apotheosis-victim. But that's just the intellectual side. The truth is, I think dogs are really cute.
My very first writing on Sunnyside consisted of Lee Duncan in Francethe stuff in "Our Feature Presentation," starting with him going into training, seducing the wrong woman, finding the puppies and Nannette dying. My idea was that Id continue with his adventures in Hollywood. But when I got to the end of the "origin"and this is the kind of thing its probably too revealing to admitI realized the whole thing was badly written. The events were correct but the tone wasnt. It was about 150 pages of someone trying to sound like me, circa Carter; attempted frolicking with history, but with muddy boots and no ear for the music. The word is "dutiful."
When I put those 150 pages aside, I went back to see what was going on stateside during the war and that led me to Hollywoodthe chicken-and-egg relationship of patriotism and war moviesand all roads in Hollywood led to Chaplin. And the famous photograph of Houdini and Chaplin hugging during the Liberty Loan Drive that made me sit up and say Hello. I didnt know if he could be a main character or notgenius-as-protagonist seemed like a hard boulder to push up a hillbut after reading up on him long enough I felt I stood a shot at investing an idea of Chaplin with some breath.
Researching him began with reading David Robinsons biography, and then Tramp, and Chaplin: His Life and Times and then the autobiography. I noticed that all of them were good but hampered. For instance: so much happened to Chaplin between 1916 and 1919 that biographers tended to follow things thematically rather than going slowly and seeing cause and effect. I noticed that going into that era, Chaplin is presented as a basically nice person, and coming out of it hes increasingly not a guy youd like to be trapped in an elevator with. So I made a day-by-day timeline based on the books, as well as old newspaper articles and Photoplay and whatnot. I was curious about the roots of that change.
AM: Was that, as Chaplin would say toward the end of your book, a change or a change back?
GDG: Definitely a change. The biographers were also hampered by not having grown up in Hollywood. Ive overplayed my time growing up thereI lived in Hollywood but also the beach towns and San Francisco, and my relationship to the industry was tangential. But Ive witnessed how reality warps like gravity when fame enters a room. Its a damaging, dehumanizing, alienating thing, and Chaplin was one of the very firstalong with Pickfordto whom that happened.
Also it seemed to be a given to biographers that Chaplins fixation on young girls was unfinished business with his girlfriend when he was 13, an unrequited love. That sounds fishy. I cant think of many people whose unrequited loves at age 13 made them continue to seek out jailbait. It struck me as more part and parcel of who he was becoming.
So as I assembled that timeline and thought about encroaching fame, I saw big flashing lights in my rearview mirror: the war I'd been thinking about was a character in Chaplin's life. Not just as I ended up describing it, but here's a wild fact: that donation he makes to Eastman is the very first notation in his FBI file. He had a file before there was an FBI, actually, and the earliest snooping they did on him was when he went to a rally to get the troops out of Archangel. So this got my courage up.
As I learned about the intersection of Hollywood and ambition and war I felt I had my storyline, much more so than if I was trying to do a romp about Rin Tin Tin.
AM: Carter takes place a decade after Sunnyside, yet it still feels like it comes first. Are we best understood only with decades to look back on what we did? Or, conversely, can we only figure out why were the way we are now by looking back on how we got that way?
GDG: I like the feeling of explaining something that was once familiar, now past. When I started Carter, it was 1995, which sounds like yesterday but you know what I taught myself? SHTML, which Im betting the kids today would look at like FORTRAN. One day someone will write a historical novel about facebook and people will be amazed. "Really? That impressed people in 2010?"
Maybe what youre sensing is that I couldnt have written Sunnyside first. Its a darker book, and I could only write Carter because I so enjoyed him as a protagonist. It was a challenge to write Chaplin because I knew I found him sympathetic, but I also knew I couldnt whitewash him.
Theres a similarity, structurally, in that I sneaked up on both books main characters in the opening pagesCarter through news reports and Chaplin through all those other peoples perceptions. I didn't know I'd actually spend time reporting Chaplin stream-of-consciousness. That was a surprise and something I don't think I could have done before writing Carter.
But, no, I don't think we can figure out who we are by seeing who I think we were. That's a closed system, right? I pick the details to build a case and I live right here, in the present. The details are always going to be what bothers me, the loose teeth and mismatched plaids of history.
AM: Sunnyside has several layers of story that revolve around each other and intersect at unexpected pointsdo the storylines come to you separately, to be put in alternating sequence after the fact, or do they rotate in your head as you write?
GDG: They all came out at once, barking for attention like baby seals. When I was writing Münsterberg, I had long riffs in notebooks that I copied out, more or less anything he said that I liked, and then things I wish he'd said, and then, when I'd done a few drafts of the book, things he should have said that might just apply to a certain big book of narrative fiction. This is something I left out. Imagine this is Münsterberg:
The brain, mighty Hephaestus, forges connections between disparate objects to find, thusly, narrativenot just object A next to object B, but the meaning of their interspace, which forms an intangible, C. When two separate viewers agree on the existence and form of C, the resulting tension is a kind of alchemy. For the audience, by agreeing to proceed, becomes the very author of the work.
Any work can juxtapose two objects, and an audience will work to see their relationships. The unexpected genius of film is the introduction of a third: here is a cabin full of settlers, here are some Indians crouched behind a log, herenow what is this?is the cavalry on horsebackthere is no real link among these three different images except the agreement that a narrative is proceeding, which is an agreement among civilized men that there is meaning in the world, not just chaos.
That's a direct call upon the reader to understand that Sunnyside isn't going to end like Carter did, with a narrative sweep that wraps everything up neatly. But it felt like a special pleading, so I cut it. I felt the book should probably either make sense or seem like a complete freaking mess depending on readers' reaction to the minister's words at the end of the book: are there constellations or only chaos?
I knew the three stories in "Our Feature Presentation" commented on each other but organizing them was a mystery. Do you shift scenes in 30-page chunks so a reader has time to get rapt within a story before moving? Or do you switch every 10 pages so that things move more quickly? I had to trust in the reader to do what viewers of movies do, and participate, to bridge the narrative.
Before I learned that trust, though, I had early "let's end it with a big dance contest" ideas: Duncan takes Rinty and Nannette to Russia. And the soldier Chaplin sees in San Francisco, the one who gets the Shoulder Arms wheels turning, is actually Hugo. The boat that takes Ironside from Russia also picks up Duncan, and there's a Chaplin impersonation contest on board. Hijinx ensue. But the book resisted those conceits. I was writing about chaos, and attempts to impose an artificial narrative order on such things are cheap and kind of contrary to the point I was making.
I think some people are fond of Carter because it's a romance and it's quite fun to project yourself into his world and wish you were there. There's a bit of that in Sunnyside, but not much. I should say hereand this is the root of my insecurities, reallythat some readers don't like the Russia scenes, suggesting they don't line up with the rest of the book. But perhaps, given the setting (Russia, winter, a war we lose) and the protagonist (someone pathetic, carved so that his lifeif art did not existwould disappear), they do fit, but you might not like how. To be overt, Hugos mission in Archangel begins just after the film leader counts down in the White House basement. In other words, it's the movie America is projecting upon the world. Maybe reading about Russia is a letdown, but maybe it's also like a strong peasant tea, all bark and bitter leavesno fame, no sex, no glamourbut good for the soul.
A clue, by the way, to where some of this comes from: Aarne is named after the Aarne-Thompson tale type index. I was interested in having an American get swallowed by fairytale motifs that are exactly the same things that fuel silent film melodrama and fantasyarchetypes and quests and courtship, for instance. Film's way of juxtaposing things changed everything we knew about narrative; I hoped to show that happening when we left Hugo in the snow, murdered.
AM: Narrative is the blend of possibly unrelated images in the audiences head. But what about seemingly unconnected inspirations that enter the writers head?
GDG: I have an unrequited crush on music. I might love it more than I love literature, in part because I get to participate in it. When I read, I'm always taking the story apart and figuring out how things work, even when I'm being swept away. With music, I listen and I have no idea how chords work, and I don't want to know.
Ive resisted mentioning this in previous interviews because writing about music is like trying to explain my dreams. When I teach I suggest that students not use song lyrics unless they have a note from their doctor. Its like drugsthe attraction is vast, it feels good, and everyone else thinks youre an idiot for doing it. Music has a wonderful, unfair short circuit to the brain. I was talking to a musician friend about this: if Im lucky I can set up a mood in a paragraph or two. Any joker with a guitar can hit three chords and within the space of a second yank the audience by the hypothalamus, just bypass the thinking sections of the brain altogether, and have them feel melancholy or excited or desperate or like dancing. Im jealous. No one will ever fuck to Carter Beats the Devil. (Actually, if you have, Im pleased to have been proven wrong.)
That said, Carter of course had Annabelle, the piano prodigy, playing Lisztone of the more meaningful songs in my life, but I didnt have to explain it. I just gave it a romantic context and a descriptionit sounded like the music youd listen to by the shore of a lake, looking for comets at nightand that was fine enough.
After having watched enough of Rintys stunts, I started daydreaming a short script for him, based on a piece of music I couldnt get out of my head. This happens frequently, usually with pop music, but sometimes classical or jazz. I write my own videos, highly narrative in structure, that forward storylines. No one has ever produced onetheyre just about making things with no outlet or showcase, really.
But I was listening to "Hoedown" from Rodeo by Aaron Copland, and I saw, as if I werent creating it, but as if I were seeing it on a screen, a three-minute sixteen-second story beginning with Rinty chasing off silver-mine thieves, rescuing his master from a burning barn, riding after them on horseback, causing cattle to stampede across railroad tracks, blowing up a train, rescuing a woman about to go over a waterfall, and finally fetching a stick of dynamite and blowing up the villain. All that was based on things the dog could actually do, much like Carters illusions were based on the best-case scenarios of actual tricks of the 1920s. It gave me a sense of his character and where he might go after the book was over.
AM: Reading that descriptionother than hoping therell be a Sunnyside film just so this can be in the outtakes on the DVDit occurs to me that one reason it would be an outtake is that it portrays Rinty at the height of his triumph. Pretty consistently in Sunnyside we see protagonists off to one, yes, side of their heyday. Are people most themselves when everythings not going right?
GDG: You're right. To quote Jenny Lewis, "it's a sin when success complains." Oh, and "no one wants to pay to see your happiness." When things are going well, and peaking, there's no real conflict. The struggle to get ahead, to be heard, is inherently more interesting than what happens when the audience is already there. Hunger is narrative.
AM: You read up on your subjects and at some point you see the personality take shape out of historys shadows and informed imagination guides you in filling the gaps. How much conjecture is too much, and how much is just enough?
GDG: I'm pretty good at giving birthday presents. If you know a person pretty well but youve never discussed what music she likes, but you make the guess, "I bet shed like Stacey Kent" and youre rightyou might have what it takes to extrapolate character traits enough to write historical fiction.
Ive been pleased that people who know the histories of the real-life characters involved in Sunnyside feel I was true to their spirits (though Cari Beauchamp suspects Frances Marion would never flirt with anyone under 5 10" tall). I think that to beweirdlya good sign that the fiction is working. It means that regardless of the truth, the wheels of the story are turning. No one (for instance) has busted me for turning Adolf Zukor into Mr. Burns from The Simpsons. (Also no one has busted me for my little fancy of it being dark and snowy 22 hours a day in Russia in April, which I think means that "the idea" of a person or a place really is more important to us as a race than reality.)
One thing Im helped by is that pretty much everyone is a shambling mass of contradictions. You have to really do something artificial, the Myers-Briggs equivalent of giving a guy organic webshooters, to make people feel like you've lost the character.
AM: A series of characters in Sunnyside either get permanently enchanted by films possibilities or disillusioned by its limitations and surface allure. Does skepticism have to be the enemy of wonder? Or is there a healthy difference between agreeing to let your imagination be stretched and mere willingness to be fooled?
GDG: I recently saw The Habit of Art, a play by Alan Bennett about Auden and Benjamin Britten in 1972 or so. When I was leaving the theatre, one of the audience said, with disappointment, "You know, that didn't really happen. They never talked then." For some people, assuming that it's real is crucial. If I'd been part of his conversation, I might have asked him if it was okay that Bennett had made up dialogue for them, or if that was also a problem. Or if the study on stage were completely made upthe pile of newspapers that was almost a character in itself, what if that were a conceit? Would that be upsetting? Probably not. I'm not being facetious; it's that there's a slippery slope for people about how much invention they're willing to take. I happen to be at the very end of that bell curve. Give me the novel where Einstein and Stalin ("Enemies by birth! Allies by destiny!") team up to save a young Elvis Aaron Presley and the future of rock n' roll.
I'm hobbled by being gullible. I'm a patsy, and people tell me lies all the time and I believe them. Which makes writing for people who are skeptical a challenge that I'm not always so good at understanding.
When my first book came out, I learned that people read very differently from each other. Some people are concerned, deeply, with what actually happened. Maybe those are the same people who ask first-time novelists if their work is autobiographical. Other people probably are satisfied that if it says "a novel" on the cover that the contents inside are fictional and they don't worry about it.
Some people read history because they're excited to tell me what they think they know. That's readership as a competitive sport. I'm here to admit: you win. You know more than I do. Which is another reason I write fiction: assuming new details is a way to claim ownership of the story.
AM: Its the writers province to play with tensewith the right intuition you can go from "what was" to what a given personality "would have done." Is that enough for a reader to expect from you?
GDG: I never feel like Im writing historical fiction. Which is a cheap thing to say, isn't it? My friend Jason Roberts rightly made fun of me: "Well, my story is set in the future and it involves rayguns but I resent you calling it science fiction." Touché.
I feel like along with the normal features fiction writers manipulatecharacter and place and settingI also use history as an axis to hang fiction on. You know how people speak of Faulkner being so true to the South? Have you ever been to Yoknapatawpha County? No, you havent. But he makes you feel like youve been there. Thats how I feel about 1919. Its as real as, say, Albany is for people who read William Kennedy. These writers are true to the spirit of the placewe think. Even if the place doesn't exist.
So, like them, maybe Im a regionalist, only my region is time.
There was a scene I never wroteit only got as far as notesin which it's 1916 and Zukor is watching the footage of a film showing a Roman siege. He's watching it with a historian from whom he's hoping to get one of those testimonials that the film is educational and thus morally worthy. But the historian can't get past the type of canteen they're carryingit wasn't invented until a thousand years later. Zukor argues with him that it's the spirit of the thing that matters, the audience won't care, and it gets more heated until finally Zukor says "then what about how half the soldiers are wearing wristwatches?" Which the historian hadn't noticed.
I never wrote it for a few reasons, one of which was that it was my own entry in reading-as-competitive-sport, since wristwatches didn't exist in 1916. It was an in-joke that was only going to read like Punk'd.
A few months ago I got a wonderful email from a self-described drunk librarian who said that she was taken out of the narrative by Chaplin studying the word "meme." Since the word didn't exist until 1976. I replied that I knew this and was interested in how perhaps the spread of information worked like a tachyon, and even went backwards when it came to fiction. She didn't get back to me. I hope she knows I wasn't making fun of hershe'd actually gotten to the heart of how stuff in this narrative works.
AM: There do seem to be threads that reach through time in both directions; we can make out more of the roots in the past the more we see of what grows into the future. A few of these threads seem to meet up in your books. Is this consciously pursued or are these associations more intuitive, and youre fully aware of them closer to the end of writing than the beginning?
GDG: Intuitive and accidental. Nothing will more effectively make your book look dated than the desire to comment on current times. If I were trying to reflect my age, Carter would have just been, what, a scathing indictment of the second Clinton administration? I cant think of a historical era that doesnt reflect on contemporary timesregardless of when those times are. Twain did it in A Connecticut Yankee and The Prince and the Pauper. I hope my books always seem to feel relevant. Perhaps they will until we reach some era in which people are no longer looking for an angle.
AM: Sunnysides historical hall-of-mirrors includes not just real-life figures fleshed out into major characters and invented ones that are just as vivid, but one particular pair of playersLee Duncan and Hugo Blackwho seem to trade places among those two states. Lee was a real person most people havent heard of and may assume you created, while Hugo is an entirely made-up character who shares a name with a famous figure some readers may mistake him for. Are these just red herrings for the enjoyment of the alert reader and the playful author, or is there a deeper mystery of chance and shades of reality going on?
GDG: Occasionally I would read a review of Carter which began "Charles Carter, who died in 1936
" and Id just bury my head in my hands. Like: Dude! Way to kill the suspense of a novel by leaning on the net! When I knew Lee Duncan was going to be a protagonist I figured people would run to Wiki. So I threw a curveball and made him Lee Wheeler, whose path apparently goes nowhere. And since Lee and Hugo are flipsides of a certain coin, I thought it would be a good mousetrap to name Hugo after a Supreme Court justice. I liked imagining some readers deep in the Russian woods with Hugo wondering how on earth he was going to become Jefferson County Prosecuting Attorney.
AM: Funny that you had to restore Lees anonymity, making his Heros Journey even more roundabout than we realize. Is there a special place for the ordinary person you feel its important to preserve (or put back)?
GDG: Early in Carter, young James is reading a book called Famous Deeds by Famous Men, which isn't nearly as interesting to either Carter child as that magic book they find later that tells them how to take power themselves. Maybe that makes sense, given what you're asking.
Also, maybe there's some parallel with an internal monologue in Sunnyside where Chaplin calls for examining the small moment. If you haven't seen it, it's worth watching A Woman of Paris, which is all about that. It's a modern-feeling film that you feel could have been scripted by Ford Maddox Ford or Sherwood Anderson on a good day. There's nothing melodramatic in it, for its time, just some failed lovers moving on with their lives. Chaplin fought internally with the ending, as he wanted the heroine to make some grand gesture after her affairI think she was going to work at a leper colony in one versionbefore realizing that all she had to do was fade away. What makes a story isn't the sweeping clashes of swords so much as those butterfinger moments where a valet can't tell the world Chekhov is dead because he' s too busy playing with a piece of cork.
AM: Its a commonplace that fans of actors, singers, writers feel some kind of debt from the strangers they give their admiration to. Where does this need come from, and why is it stronger than simple, shared appreciation among people we actually know?
GDG: That is the 260,000-word question, isnt it? Stripping it to terms of ego and id, the shout of "I am" is infantile and primal and Im sure Darwin might find some natural selection in that leaders tend to be known to the entire tribe as charismatic. (The positive side is that we're wired to recognize emotions in a face unknown to us, which suggests communion even with strangers.) We are social animals but as a nation, one of our earliest mottose pluribus unumis actually a secret call to competition, isnt it? Out of many, one, and that one should really be me.
AM: Even at the height of films spellbinding effect and celebritys mesmerizing hold, when the stars appear at the Liberty Loan rallies in the book and when the real-life journalistic record is consulted, its clear that these icons were appearing "as themselves" and at that point in history the line between actor and role was well understood and accepted. In the 2000s we seem to require our idols to be playing a role at all times, as if unreality has compounded even as we pry further into their private lives than was ever possible or even desired in Hollywoods "golden age." When did we switch to this requirement of full-time imagedid we just get unaccustomed to entertainers being anything other than images, with the decline of live theatre and unmechanized performance? Or is there a more profound psychological shift at work?
GDG: I haven't ever gotten to the bottom of this. The film magazines of the day were always on about how They were just like Usstarlets knitting for the war, leading men being nice to their mothers, etc. But readers were also aware this was hype (even if they didn't have a word for it) and there was a cynicism in their response. They wanted to know the real behind-the-scenes truth. And when they got it (as during Chaplin's second divorce, when his desire for oral sex was discussed on the covers of every paper), it was always shocking. So there was some doubt about whether the truth was actually the truth, too.
Do we require our idols to keep playing roles? I'm fascinated and exhausted by the rise of reality TV. Right now there are people on the covers of magazines whom I've never heard of (I got rid of my TV about two years ago) but whose fame is predicated on them being real people. They have no talents, no skills, no particular importance to the culture other than their "realness." I would use a synonym for that but every one of themveracity, verisimilitude, etc.suggests a comparison between themselves and something that's "true," and I don't know what that thing is. Maybe the weird accomplishment now is that we put people on TV who are so real they seem like people not on TV. Who knew how timid The Truman Show would be?
AM: Even though the archival record before the 20th century is lacking in accounts from non-famous people, todays flood of personal information from 24-hour tweets and webcams can be just as meaningless in its endless bulk (not to mention its camouflaging self-consciousness). Is paring things back down, in addition to uncovering some other things, where writers come in?
GDG: A couple of weeks before Sunnyside came out, I was looking myself up on the net, something Id stopped doing about five years agoI even wrote an essay about that for Bookmark Now. And I found that a critic was tweeting about the experience of reading the book. No matter how much I furrowed my brow and squinted at Twitter, I couldnt figure out if what he was saying was positive or negative. It drove me crazy. Then my wife said, "You took eight years to write a 260,000-word novel and youre looking at a site with 140-character comments? Why exactly is that?"
Uh...good point. Sunnyside is the anti-Twitter.
Tangentially, I'm concerned with something that is talked about a little, but not nearly enough: internet addiction. It's insidious, especially for writers. I think the pleasures of information and communication and instantaneous feedback are so overwhelming that the tradeoffthe ruined attention spanis very hard to admit to. I know I have that problem, and the more writers I meet the more I think that we have rewired our neural pathways so that there's more and more white noise in there. I'm testing this outI killed my eBay searches and my liberal blog bookmarks. With any luck, by the time this sees print I'll have made some progress back to a more paper-friendly life.
AM: Is the problem inattention, or excess scrutiny? The paper-friendly life has to be finite in ways that online media donta book ends while scrolling and clicking can be boundless. Is the strength of prose really that it gives you more to pay attention to or that its limits force you to spend the right time on the right things?
GDG: Reading a book is about doing one thing at a time without diversions. Online is not. Think of it as the difference between going out on a date versus showing up at a strip club with a fistful of five-dollar bills. The latter might seem more stimulating at first but you'll wake up in the morning sated, poorer, hungover and perhaps with a disease. If you'd gone on the date, maybe you'd end up married instead. What was the question?
AM: In Carter, a subtext of sleight-of-hand persists throughout the book. At one point he and a lover walk through an early-20th century San Francisco that we think of as classic, but which he notes is all a re-creation from buildings wiped out by the earthquake some years before. And of course the person Carter has been replaced with the story of "Carter." In Sunnyside too, we see settings that now exist only on film and give the feeling of fading just as readily, and we are only left with the speculative story of people who were well-known at the time. What of human accomplishment is truly enduring?
GDG: There's a wonderful series of books by John Bengstrom in which he locates every exterior shot by Keaton, Chaplin and Harold Lloyd. He uses contemporary maps and photographs to show what the place looked like at the time, how it looked for the movie, and how it looks now. His points are about geographic displacement in the midst of historiography: youre on the corner of a street in Gower Gulch, but more people remember it as where the Little Tramp was chased by a cop. Which was probably dressed up then as a fictive bit of memoir so that it looked like the Lambeth section of London. Architectural layering, which occurs in San Francisco after earthquakes and Los Angeles whenever theres enough money around to suggest that spending it is a favor to the environment, also has a meta-memorial flavor to it: they build places to remind you of another place so that, years later, when someone is watching a film, it will remind them of yet another place.
I think that all is vanity, but I feel that the pebble we drop down that canyon is art. Your achievement, should it survive whatever physical horror is coming next, is subject to interpretation and revision by the next generation. But if theyre still finding communion with it, then good for you, you did it, youre dead but your ars is longa.
Broad appeal does in fact make me happy. I like doing readings, I enjoy it when people kick around the ideas in my books, and I'm sad when I feel ignored. Unfortunately, courting attention is antithetical to the mind you have to be in when you're making stuff up. That's one of the pitfalls Chaplin falls intowhen he starts listening, even a little, to The New Republic, and its siren call of belonging to the canon.
Approaching that trap on purpose is what my wife calls The Immortality Sweepstakes. As if you can through sheer willpower get your place in the pantheon dusted off and ready for you.
AM: You successfully conjure in black-and-white words the free-associative runs and intuitive trance of creativity, in Chaplins ongoing inner monologue of trial-and-error ideas. What kind of state of mind do you yourself have to get into to access that?
GDG: Luckily I could take eight years to think about what might have been going through Chaplins mind over the course of a few months here and there. Also, I had the fruits of his labor at hand and I could try to reverse-engineer a thought process. It just meant that any other tributary I followed might sound goofy and fun. Why not cast Shoulder Arms with dogs? Also, its probably the nature of a neurotic creator to doubt whatever hes doing, so him throwing buckets of cold water over both his good and bad ideas seems realistic to me.
It was helpful to watch his movies a few dozen times, as there are bits (factions, to use his odd word) that are terrible or only adequate, but forgivable for the moments of genius. It made me suspect that there were times where he thought, "Okay, good enough," and then had to move on. Or, like the employment office scene in A Dogs Lifeit has nothing to do with anything in the rest of the film, but it added five minutes to the reel, so, whew, keep it.
What I didnt want to do was have him take something from real life and then turn it into a movie. When writing about him being lost in Sunnyside the film, the battle was not falling to pathetic fallacy and becoming lost myself. So even though he seems lost, I gave him enough spare parts that he could have engineered a way outif hed just done what he tells Max Eastman, he would have made an insanely revolutionary film, but he has a failure of confidence. How cool would a 1919 film about the Tramp leading farmhands to a workers' paradise have been?
AM: You seem to portray creativity as being a kind of truce with madness. Carter is melancholic, an outcast, yet he literally makes magic. And your Chaplin acknowledges his mentally-ill mom as a source of the unusual way he thinks. Is art a delusion?
GDG: A definition of sanity is the ability to take someone else's point of view. Maybe creativity is madness plus superego. The superego has to be directed toward understanding that separate, second point of view. I'm aware of how tenuous that balance between madness and creativity is when Im drifting off to sleep and I pop awake with an idea that I write down that turns out to be "corn chips are shaped like a dogs head" or something. That could be genius or it could be insane, depending on whether you have the right context.
But about outcastsone thing I remember, especially at writers conferences, especially by the fourth or fifth day when the hip-hop music is playing and the booze is flowing, and everyone mistakes themselves for being attractive, is that none of us was ever asked to dance in high school. You need that window to stand behind, nose fogging up the glass, while on the other side a society in which you cant participate is having an easy, simple, good time. More artists than babies are made the night of prom.
AM: Late in Sunnyside, Rebecca makes a discovery that transports her literally out of her own life, in the novels seemingly most certain nod to the supernatural. Ever since movies began, we all sometimes think we see celebrities on the street, as if illusion and reality freely switch places. But Rebeccas experience is more literal (if it can be believed).
GDG: I had written the mirroring scenes of Hugo with the Princesses and Chaplin dancing with his nymphs, and had tackled the history of narrativefairytales colliding with the newest methods of storytellingand it occurred to me as the novel was winding down that I had accounted for one moment of magical realism, but that Id never reflected on it. The only reason we knew about Chaplins multiple appearances was his fame. If it had just been Some Guy, there would have been no way of accumulating sightings.
Also, and this was so obvious that I didnt even mention it in the book: Chaplin really was everywhere in a way. When I tried to describe the events of November 12 to people before they read the chapter, a few of them said, "Wait, Chaplin was on 800 movie screens? And?"
Rebecca came to me full-blown. I knew almost immediately I could take her anywhere, and I wanted her to be the first agent in Hollywood. But that wasn't going to be enough. I started thinking of Hebrew mythology, dybbuks and ibburim, in that she was a fully formed soul who just appeared in the book, much as Ledocq did in Carter. So I thought she might be a narrative experimentif one of my arguments is that our investment in narrative is what saves us from the darkness of the universe, and if Ive already opened the doorway to such things with Münsterbergs theories, then I would try to have the courage to turn Rebecca loose. And yes, its also a comment on Carters last trick, "Everywhere." And that's just the surfacethere's more to the decision to have her appear as she does, but I figure readers might be pleased to puzzle that out. I dont know if all that works or not but I was happy to have her show up in all three stories as a persona ex machina. I still feel like I shortchanged her a little. Maybe she'll be back to even the score.
AM: This may either force you to play favorites with your imaginary children or give too much away about what "morals" even you feel are to be drawn from a story about a random universe, but is there a character you like best?
GDG: Thats easy: the women. Emily Wheeler, Rebecca, Frances, Hannah, Mary Pickford, the Princesseshey, Tatiana the Witchwho doesnt even appear in the book anymorewas a good one, too.
I probably took the most care with Hannah. I didnt want to make her a generic crazy woman or at all threatening. Chaplins decision to put her on the trolley had to seem inevitable but also his list of complaints had to feel on some level suspect and empty. I love that the paperback has a trolley on the cover.
AM: The women are the most brave, centered, resourceful and sympathetic characters in both books (with plenty imperfections, but understandable ones). You may have hinted at this in the last comment about Rebecca, but can you see a woman being the protagonist of one of your future books? The women are in many ways the most important characters in Carter and Sunnyside but most readers would say the "main" characters are Carter, Chaplin, Hugo and Lee. In a mans world survival strategies are not a conscious concern for the guys and not optional for the women. Is seeing how (if) the men figure life out more dramatically compelling, or is it just writing what you know?
GDG: I've been toying with having a woman as a protagonist in a future novel. Not the next one, which is going to be mercilessly short, but there's a particular woman from history whose story is so richand her actions so interestingthat I've wondered if I'm good enough for her. Plusand I've talked to you off-the-page about thisshe's hard not to have a crush on.
I haven't done it yet in part because Ishmael Reed scared the hell out of me when I was 19. In writing class, he had us do a first-person opposite-sex story and the entire class, myself included, blew it. You have to be a good writer to pull off something better than literary transvestism. Perhaps it's about finding what you identify with and starting there.
AM: One Easter egg that seems a cyanide pill is the phonetic closeness of Golod to Gold. Are there identifications you can talk about? Modern social media Rebecca couldnt have foreseen allow people to disperse their presence and vary their identity in the way she dreams of. Is the writer a con-man or woman? Someone who hides behind other identities to deliver messages that seem like theyre coming from more than one person? A savior who can take many perspectives and appear wherever needed? All or none of the above?
GDG: "Golod" means "hungry" in Russian. Which I know because my family name in Russia was Golod. And I'd answer more of the question but it does start to hinge on giving too much of a road map to where the pot of golod is buried.
AM: The patterns of the books narrative mural are well-laidEmilys lighthouse lantern and the beam of a movie-projector, or flares over a battlefield, or the flicker of candles in an old castle, to name just one of the threads that runs through the book (and the mix of metaphors is something this epic can handle). Do such images come to you first, and the story accumulates around them, or do you start with a thematic outline and then the story finds its way to what fits in?
GDG: When I was investigating Chaplins multiverse of appearances, it made sense for him to somehow show up in black and white. So I thought a lighthouses spotlight would do the trick. The Fresnel lens suggested that there are so many objects we look throughfrom that lens to Rebeccas spyglass to the sunglasses Hannah wears, and the giraffe's spectacles that come off at the endthat perception itself wasnt a bad theme to play with.
That said, it was never consciousI didnt have a shelf of objects at hand, but always when rewriting I would remember, "Oh yeah, sunglasses," and make sure they fit.
AM: On one level this book seems to tap the timeless appeals of silent filmthe escape of grand buffoonery, the pathos of a boy and his dogswhile maybe investing them with more genuine humanity than Hollywood could once provide or audiences could handle. An endorsement of classic storytelling methods that still have real life in them regardless of their bad reputation?
GDG: Sure. One of the first words I put on a bulletin board eight years ago was "melodrama." That gets a bad name in that it implies unearned sentiment. But theres a lot of risk involved. Wilton Barnhardt says fiction risks either unearned sentiment or irony. Youll always be rewarded for irony. So I was curious about the other thing: can you really tie someone to railway tracks and keep the audience interested? Sure. Its just about not winking but having compassion for the characters.
AM: You arrange your incidents and rotate perspectives to achieve an immersion in characters psyches and a 360-degree experience of grand themes and magic coincidences, but you do this without conspicuous "experimental" technique. Is this a stylistic credo, or just an instinct for using what draws more attention to the story than to itself?
GDG: Credo. My wife has a phrase, Big Boy Books. Those are the novels which get reviews like this: "This book is 300 pages too long, its artificial, it's too clever, and the author has obviously never met a woman in his life, but you MUST read it because the writer is so goddamned smart."
When I was interviewing Umberto Eco for the LA Public Library, I read a stack of his stuff and I was reminded, time and again, that he was smarter than I was, but he forgave me for it. Not in a condescending way, but he was interested in educating and prodding and asking questions. Hes secure, which is the opposite of where all those big boy books come from.
Generally speaking, I dont want the writing to call attention to itselfI mean, sure, turns of phrase, or at the ends of scenes, or if a character says something funny, that I dont mind attracting comment, as its about advancing the narrative, and the readers immersion in it. But being flashy is about insecurity, and, as Ive mentioned, insecurity is already the hallmark of this book. My bumperstickercan I have a bumpersticker?is "don't mistake clever for genius."
AM: Chaplins job was to make people laugh, and this is an immensely funny bookfrom the rowdiness of frontier America to the outlandish scams of the Golods to the misadventures of Lee and of ill-fated military escapades. These smiles all have a biteabout mercenary excess, delusions of grandeur, imperial overreach and other human folly. But is there any trial too great not to keep a sense of humor about?
GDG: Humor is another aspect of fatalism. Freud mentions theories that laughter evolved from our shouts of triumph over our enemies when wed slain them. The worse the adversity we face the greater the belly laugh.
So it's perverse how belittled real humor is on the literary landscape. I wrote an essay for Black Clock about how humor is so suspect that the worst crime the "comic novel" can commit is to be funny. Much better the lapsed, raspy smile of knowing. I think humor is such a powerful force it has to be mistrusted. Like, oh, I don't know, feminism.
Late in the last act, Pishkoff says the Devil gave man a sense of humor so he would laugh at his problems instead of trying to solve them. Thats a paraphrase of a Russian belief. The Russians have a terrific sense of humor, a direct result of suffering. In the 80s, when I started to become aware of various conflagrations around the world, I realized that if theres a fight between two forces unknown to you, the fastest way to tell who is in the right is which side has the better jokes.
I knew that the largest section of the book would involve Chaplin and two proxies, in the sense that Leland and Hugo would subdivide Chaplins comedic traits. Lee is the nurturing figure who is determined to succeed and to shelter someone (à la The Kid, City Lights or of course A Dogs Life); Hugo is the pompous twit who gets rocks thrown at his head, and who is going to the fadeout as a tragedythe drunk in 1 AM or the sophisticate in The Idle Class.
What I didnt know was how many readers would hate on Hugo. And I think thatswell, thats either because I blew it as a storyteller, or because were going through a spell right now of not sympathizing with victims.
The only thing that would get me to turn those pages, as a reader, was humor. And the humorI'm not sure what this does to Freud's theory about laughterbut I hope it leads to empathy for Hugo in his terrible situation.
But sticking to humor as aggression: Im eager for people to re-read the book and see what Hugos mom wishes for him when hes a child.
AM: So many what-ifs and might-have-beens are brought to life in the book that its no surprise that there were many roads-not-taken in your writing of it. What were some others we havent discussed?
GDG: Theres an internet meme (hah!) about Sunnyside originally being twice as long. I turned in to Knopf a manuscript that was 1,280 pagesCourier New with huge margins. On my own I edited out about two hundred pages. My editorsSonny Mehta and Diana Coglianesecarved another 150 or so out and asked for maybe 50 pages of new material. So what youre reading is a 1,000-page manuscript turned by the geniuses of production into 665 pages.
Sonny suggested Dos Passos' Manhattan Transfer as a model, and that was dead-on accurate. It shaped everything.
Actually, if you're feeling intrepid, go to glendavidgold.blogspot.com and start at the first entry, August 11, 2007. That number at the top is how many manuscript pages I had in a row that day. For the first few months I just kept track of that number and then I started adding what it felt like to be working with the book. I wrote it for myself primarily, as a way to stay honest about the process. So it's obscure. One entry has been quoted on other blogs, and it's a good example of what I'm talking about:
How the drafting process works:
1 "He gave her a diamond"
2 "He gave her a 16-carat, swing-beveled, dazzling blue diamond whose bezels shone with grace, and he did so generously"
3 "He generously gave her a 16-carat, swing-beveled, dazzling blue diamond whose bezels shone with grace, and he did so generously and with much forethought."
4 "He gave her a dazzling blue diamond."
5 "He gave her the clap, generously and with much forethought."
I'm somewhere between 3 and 4 right now.
What was pared away when I finished? Mostly re-emphasis on points already understood, tangents that didnt go anywhere, and three things I rather miss. The first was a botched seduction by Lee Duncan of a lighthouse family girl in Crescent City that, true, didnt add much.
The second was a recurring character named Tatiana the Witch, who keeps causing problems for Hugo and Ironside. Finally, Diana said, "yeah, shes a great salute to Monty Python and the Holy Grail," and that was the moment of Knopf editing geniusan aikido move, reallythat got me to see her point and finally cut the bit. By some production errormineTatiana ended up on the cast list in the hardcover, which speaks of her yearning to be free.
The last thing was the most difficult to lose: the concept of the benshi. When western films came to Japan, the editing techniques and stylized expressions of emotion made no sense to them. You see some people indoors in a cabin, you see bad guys outside with guns, you see a stampede
contrary to Münsterberg, the audience was bewildered and needed to have it all explained to them. So a benshi was a guy who stood beside the screen and told the story as it happened. Ironically, the best benshis didnt always know what was going on, either, and tended to make up their own stories.
Then as a metaphor it was great to work with. Finally, on a plot level, benshis began to retire not with the advent of sound, but before that. You didnt need a benshi with Charlie Chaplin films. He was that universal.
But: it was one layer too many. Sonny, after reading the seven-hundredth draft in which I kept it regardless of his advice, finally said "I sense the benshi...interests you," and the perfect cadence of that beat, represented by the three dots, was enough for me to cut it.
AM: Sunnyside reclaims a long-ago era, but like any work of art its something of a compact with the future. You literally address that future in the end of your acknowledgements. What do you see for it and your work?
GDG: Ive mentioned that I wrote four unpublished novels before Carter. The very first novel was inspired in part by a quotation from Thomas Jeffersons Notes on the State of Virginia. "There is a wonder somewhere," he writes, about some unexplained mysteries of nature. "He who believes nothing is less remote from the truth than he who believes what is wrong." I was in no way equipped at the age of 22 to handle all the nuances of that, but when I wrote Carter I always had the first part of that quotation at handthere is a wonder somewhere.
Sunnyside in a way is about wonder taking a blackjack to the knees. This is why the book winds down with the sermon that refers to Jefferson, particularly the second part of his quotation.
The very last lines of my book, my hope that you have polar bears in 100 years, is about death. I