John Houseman's autobiography takes you from his birth to a British mother and Romanian grain merchant in Bucharest, Romania, in 1902 to his founding of the Drama Division at Juilliard in 1968.
Houseman is brutally honest, even painfully so, about his upbringing. He was born Jacques Haussmann, and raised nominally Jewish. Educated at home while his wealthy parents roved about Europe, he developed what he describes as an unhealth attachment to his mother and a woefully naïve attitude toward life. His father died when Jacques was 15, and World War I was raging in Europe. With his mother largely destitute (but continuing to live a life of luxury in France), Jacques was sent to school in England. Isolated, terrified by the real world, lacking social skills, and (by his own admission) incompetent at everything and completely lacking in self-esteem, Haussman became "John Houssman". Although in time he made a few very close (and life-long) friends, he remained pitifully lacking in self-confidence.
The next chapter in Houseman's life is just as intriguing. Although he wins a scholarship to attend Cambridge, Houseman's mother had arranged for him to spend several years in South America with a friend of the family who was a grain trader. His lack of self-esteem led Houseman to decline college and work in a remote area of the Argentine pampas for two years. Returning to London, he fell into the grain trade and was sent to the United States to learn more.
Houseman ended up establishing his own grain trading company, and was immensely successful at it -- earning millions of dollars and marrying the exotic actress Zita Johann.
And then the Great Depression ended it all. His company went bankrupt, and Houseman lost both his wife and his job.
Destitute, Houseman had no idea what to do for a living. But his administrative skills, his writing talent, and his numerous connections in the art and literary world got him jobs as a theatrical producer. His big break came in 1933, when Virgil Thomson asked Houseman to direct his new play/opera, Four Saints in Three Acts. The avant-garde play was a massive hit, and Houseman became famous overnight.
The following year, Houseman agreed to direct Archibald Macleigh's play Panic. The play was not in good shape, Macleish had long ago moved on to other work, and the play was so dated that it no longer resonated with audiences (even though it was only five years old). To boost the play's chances, Houseman asked a 19-year-old actor named Orson Welles to star in Panic. The play was not a hit, but Welles and Houseman became fast friends.
Over the next seven years, Houseman and Welles ignited the stage world with productions of Voodoo Macbeth, Tragical History of Dr. Faustus, and The Cradle Will Rock. When the Federal Theatre Project, for which they worked, collapsed, they formed the Mercury Theatre -- a theatrical and radio play company which astonished Broadway with their bare-bones fascist production of Julius Caesar. In 1938, they panicked America with their radio broadcast of The War of the Worlds.
Houseman and Welles were like oil and vinegar. Push them together, and for a short time they can say there -- producing magnificent work. But after a while, they must separate. That pattern replicated itself after each production. They would have an intense, mutually agreeable collaboration, and then they'd separate for six months to a year until the next project coalesced.
In 1940, Welles was hard at work on Heart of Darkness for RKO Pictures. But he'd spent most of the production budget without filming a single scene. He told Houseman that the Mercury Theatre would pay for the remaining production costs. Houseman told him that the theater company had no money. Welles accused Houseman of fraud and larceny, and assaulted him by hurling dishes at him during a public banquet. It ended their professional collaboration.
Nonetheless, their friendship remained intact enough for Welles to ask Houseman to "baby-sit" an alcoholic Herman J. Mankiewicz while "Mank" worked on revisions to Welles' now film, Citizen Kane. Although Houseman contributed nothing creatively to the film, his autobiography contains eye-witness information about the film's genesis that proves Mankiewicz's significant contributions.
Houseman's post-Kane years are not as exciting. He directed and produced plays, produced a few films, became vice-president of David O. Selznick Productions, ran the overseas radio division of the Office of War Information, and worked for the Voice of America. In the post-war period, he produced another 18 films -- including Julius Caesar, for which he received an Academy Award nomination for "Best Picture".
Houseman's prose style is witty and a little lavish, and it's hard not to read the book without his classic Mid-Atlantic British accent intruding into your head.
At times, you think Houseman is name-dropping. He'll talk about a Sunday afternoon cocktail party at someone's home, and casually mention the names of 15 great architects, painters, composers, directors, actors, scenic directors, sculptors, or writers. He's not name-dropping: Those were his friends, people he knew and moved among, people he respected and who respected him. They were there, and important to the salons he attended.
I was deeply moved by Houseman's naked honesty in discussing his early life, especially those years just before his move to the United States. Houseman is extremely self-aware and introspective, and he has no qualms about telling you that his virginity (which he did not lose until he was 24) deeply bothered him, or that his complete lack of self-esteem led him to do some amazingly cruel and self-destructive things.
As Houseman ages in the autobiography, this naked emotion is reduced somewhat, as Houseman comes to be more descriptive of the people around him and the events which happen than interested in discussing John Houseman. But that's only to be expected, as Houseman himself matures and gains the self-confidence to stop worrying about himself so much.
This is a great auto-biography.