"For Pauline Kael, Citizen Kane is a magic show; for the present writer it is about size and the doomed quest for significance. The little boy versus the big man. getting more and feeling less; getting bigger and seeming smaller; projecting the image bigger and bigger, so the centre seems further and further from the surface. It is curious that it did not occur to Welles to make Kane grow fat." - Simon Cowell.
"YOU CAN'T BE LOVED - FOR THERE IS NO-TRUE-LOVE!" - Jack White ("The Union Forever)
As a fellow Goodreads friend said about another biography recently, Orson Welles: The Road to Xanadu is exhaustive but not exhausting. Apparently this took Cowell six years to research and boy does it show, oh boy it does. It also has the benefit, like another exhaustive biography of a Great Filmmaker that I admire a lot, Hitchcock: A Life in Darkness & Light, to take into account all of the available previous biographies.
What this does is what I like in telling the story of an artist and his/her accomplishments: give me the full story, give me as many sides as possible, and you can still have a general-main point about the man (in this case that Welles was sort of coronated, almost from the womb, to be a GENIUS, and had to always keep that up as his operatic/magician self did through much of his life) and still let us decide about the world at large.
"You know... if I wasn't born rich, I would've been a great man."
"You don't think you are?"
"I think I did alright under the circumstances." - paraphrased quotes from Citizen Kane
This is just incredible research but also really fascinating - and fascinated by subject - writing from Cowell, who is also an actor and yet not absent some sense of humor (that dry British sarcastic wit which you'll either roll your eyes at or enjoy, for me I enjoyed) and takes 578 pages to go over just 26 years of a person's life and work.
If I had any major complaint - though it's not enough to take it away from being one of my new favorite biographies - is that Cowell gets so much detail here and is profiling SO much in so much time that the book feels long. It certainly took me a while to read, though that's not Cowell's fault but mine.
Here's what you should know: you're not even going to get to Welles' main work in the theater until about 200 pages in, which is when Welles meets John Houseman (and Houseman basically fell in love with this Big Young Man), and there's a lot of detail especially to this section, about Welles' roots, his parents, his brother (who had the opposite problem of Welles of being completely unremarkable, but to the point where Orson didn't even really know, or acknowledge, he had a brother at all), and how his parents were always in his head even if he didn't realize it.
I have to wonder in reading this book if Welles would have had a completely different life if his folks, or just one of them, were alive to see his big successes. Though Cowell makes sure to take note of the full spectrum of the early years too - what was myth, was any of it real even, did he just wander the hills of Ireland and become a theatrical prodigy so quickly (maybe so, a little, in parts), it's the parent issue that is a strong psychological back-bone throughout the work.
So that, you know, when Welles is already like 22 and being a booze-guzzling, food-binging, benzadrine popping work(and sex)aholic, we know where some of it comes from. And yet even here Cowell is good enough to not make it totally sure; some of it may be the Mother's Big Approval in the background. But some of it may just be good ol' confidence-cum-arrogance with such an artist who aims high so early - his productions of Macbeth, Horse Eats Hat, Doctor Faustus and Julius Caesar could have been enough to make his life and work monumental alone - that there can only be the moon and stars to fall down from.
"Shakespeare said everything. Brain to belly; every mood and minute of a man's season. His language is starlight and fireflies and the sun and the moon." - Welles on Shakespeare. Perhaps Welles also wanted to try to say everything, in his way...
I got about as full a sense as I can reason to get of what Welles was like at such a bright and hopeful and turbulent and mad time of his life, the myths and the truths about his talents, from building sets to collaborating on a book about Shakespeare at an early age. And Cowell's style is intelligent and even-handed. It's also about Welles in the world of his collaborators - the information about Houseman is most striking, this being the closest to a marriage that falls apart for a myriad of reasons, but also the weird but still loving relationship with the surrogate father "Dadda Bernstein" and Roger Hill from his prep school (oh, and how there would always be a part of him that had that prep-boy thing about him).
Maybe not quite so much about his love life - Virginia Welles gets a little time but maybe not enough, no matter, there is some hints at being bi-sexual, or just, well, 'Available' I guess to make it interesting. Welles could be generous, horrible, forceful, passionate, tired, a million different things with those around him. Some could take it for longer than others.
What comes away with this book, which, I should add, culminates with and has the DEFINITIVE account of the making of Citizen Kane on the writing, shooting, controversy, ALL sides of the critical reception which is illuminating and more complex than the pat "Greatest Film EVA" thing (did you know Welles' radio drama of a little known pleasant drama kinda helped Hearst's whole drama against Kane evaporate?), is so much happening in so short a time.
Welles was like all four of the Beatles in one package, and like the Beatles did so much so quickly and got so rushed about that it maybe ruined him (though resentful Hollywood doesn't help much) - but unlike the Beatles, he wasn't insanely successful, at least in the terms that keep the accountants happy. Indeed it could be argued that if Kane had been a major smash success of a box-office blockbuster, he wouldn't of been screwed about on Ambersons and who knows from there on? So much here to consider, so many richly drawn characters and histories (Mankiewicz is one such character, kind of tragic, kind of an asshole), and it really draws deep down into this author's knowledge and thirst for inquiry into drama itself, what should be there or is there or isn't for an artist such as Welles.
.... AND THERE'S A VOLUME 2?!
"Anyway, Kane is a hero, and a scoundrel. I should know. I play the part myself." - Orson Welles from the Citizen Kane trailer