I took pride
over the years in a habit which carried over from childhood: reading
books. Most of the books I have devoured
over the years were history of one sort or another. In adulthood I read the occasional novel, but
most of my reading was spent immersed in film history and Hollywood biography.
I drifted away
from my habit during the last three or four years. I would start a book, lose interest, put it
down with a mental note to pick it up the next day, and read on. Unfortunately, too many days passed without
the book being picked up. Days became weeks, week turned to months, months
became years and the rest is history…a history that is unread and lying on a
This End Up bedside table where it gathers dust.
History that
is never read is never learned, and that makes it a terrible thing to waste.
I believe I have
completed perhaps two books during these years.
Evan S. Connell’s Son of the Morning Star and a biography about Butch
Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Connell’s
book focused on a famous battle known to the Lakota Sioux as the Battle of the
Greasy Grass, AKA Battle of the Little Big Horn, AKA Custer’s Last Stand. The former book managed to explain more than
just a battle in the Old American West.
It also presented the best historical interpretation (if any exists) for
the American government’s nearly successful genocide of the Native American
cultures. Both were fascinating stories.
I always thought
in the back of my mind that something would push me back into reading a
book. It was the appearance of character
actor William Demarest in a Frank Capra movie that pushed me to read again.
I started to
watch Mr. Smith Goes to Washington the other night on Turner Classic Movies. This would be my first time to see it all the
way through. Sadly, I only got about a
half hour in before the fatigue of the day set in and I retired for the
night. Yet this was long enough to see a
great group of character actors and enjoy their work as if I was reuniting with
old friends.
There was
Edward Arnold, Guy Kibbee, Eugene Palette, Charles Lane, Beulah Bondi all supporting
James Stewart, Jean Arthur and Claude Rains in another wonderful Capra
film. Then Demarest appeared and I got
to thinking how could Capra manage to assemble such a great number of character
actors in film after film. It was almost
like they were part of a group which we could call the Frank Capra Stock Company. So where could I find the answer to my
question?
Then I remembered:
I had Capra’s autobiography The Name Above the Title somewhere in my
library. I found it within minutes, and
remembered further that I had bought it through the now defunct Nostalgia Book
Club over 40 years ago. My memory was an embarrassment: I had never read the
book in all those years and I had perhaps opened it twice during that time to
look up specific Capra films.
Capra, we
should note before going further, was an influential, award winning filmmaker during
Hollywood’s Golden Age. He acquired a reputation
for directing films with populist — some would say cornpone — themes. The term “Capricorn” has been used on occasions
to describe his body of work. There is
just one difference between the populist movement then in Capra’s time: populism
was considered to be progressive. In more recent years, populism seems to be
regressing back into downright racist tendencies.
Sad.
So far, I
have read the first chapter which recounted his immigration with his parents and
siblings from Sicily to be reunited with an older brother he barely knew in Los
Angeles. From there, Capra wrote about his
families struggles to rise out of the Italian ghetto, a brief fling with prosperity
as lemon growers before his father’s untimely death, then back to poverty.
Throughout those early years, Capra worked two
to three jobs at once as he became the only member of the Capra clan to attend
high school and earn a college degree. Then
he enlisted to serve in World War I, where his mathematics degree was used to
instruct other soldiers, but not, to his chagrin, fight on the front lines in
France. From there, he endured a post-war depression where no veterans could
find employment. As the chapter closes,
he starts a job tutoring a spoiled heir to the Comstock Lode fortune so he can
gain admission to college.
And this is
all in Chapter One! Ahead lays amazing
tales of writing and directing silent comedies with Harry Langdon, then It
Happened One Night, then…then…. How could I let this immigrant rags-to-riches
tale languish in my library for four decades?
I can’t wait to finish the rest of the book.
Immigrant
rags-to-riches? Hmm. Perhaps Congress should read this book before
they shut the door on the people who could possibly enrich America’s future.
(Thank you
for reading. And thank you, Mr. Capra,
wherever you are!)
