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I LOUISE BROOKS Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2011 http://www.archive.org/details/luluinhollywoodOObroo LULU IN HOLLYWOOD JulULU IN HOLLYWOOD By Louise Brooks Introduction by William Shawn yr*ts£ ALFRED A. KNOPF • New York • 1983 This is a Borzoi Book Published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 1974, 1982 by Louise Brooks Introduction Copyright © 1982 by William Shawn Portions of this book appeared in different form in Film Culture, London Magazine, Image, and Sight and Sound. Grateful acknowledgment is made to Editions Phebus for permission to reprint a translation of "Un temoin raconte" by Lotte H. Eisner from Louise Brooks, Portrait d'une anti -star. Photographs are from the author's private collection. The portrait facing the title was taken by Edward Steichen. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Con- ventions. Published in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc., New "Vbrk, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Distributed by Random House, Inc., New \brk. Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data Brooks, Louise Lulu in Hollywood. 1. Brooks, Louise. 2. Moving- picture actors and actresses — United States — Biography. I. Title. PN2287.B694A34 1982 791. 43'028'0924 [B] 81-48108 ISBN 0-394-52071-8 PBK. 0-394-72179-9 AACR2 Manufactured in the United States of America Hardcover edition published May 26, 1982 Reprinted three times Paperback edition published May, 1983 To William Cuseo 1 Contents Introduction by William Shawn ix one Kansas to New York 3 TWO On Location with Billy Wellman 19 three Marion Davies' Niece 33 four Humphrey and Bogey 57 five The Other Face of W. C. Fields 7 six Gish and Garbo 85 seven Pabst and Lulu 93 A Witness Speaks, by Lotte H. Eisner 107 Filmography 111 Illustration sections follow pages 36 and 100 Introduction It should not come to us as a surprise that a film actress can write, but, so narrow are our expectations, it does. We are even more surprised when it turns out that the actress is one of the great beauties of all time. And we are out-and- out astonished when we learn that many people think she possesses an erotic eloquence unmatched by that of any other woman ever to have appeared on the screen. It may well be that the number of beautiful, eloquently erotic film actresses who have been able to write is very, very small. But, whether it is small or large, in my judgment Louise Brooks must head the list. Louise Brooks is not only an actress who writes; she is a writer who acts. Long ago, she also danced. People who saw her dance say that she was a captivating dancer, and I am confident she was. Whatever she does, she is, indivisibly, an artist. In order to understand Louise Brooks, however, one first has to disentangle her from her most famous role: that of Lulu in G. W. Pabst's 1929 silent film Pandora's Box. There have been a host of Lulus, of course, since the German playwright Frank Wedekind created the character in his plays Earth Spirit and Pandora's Box. A number of actresses have played the role on the stage. Since Alban Berg created his vocal, atonal Lulu in the opera of that name, a number of singers have sung the role. Yet it was Louise Brooks, in silence and out of her own person, who created the fundamental, the only Lulu. As the years have passed, the image of Louise Brooks as Lulu has persisted on the screen, and has haunted, and informed, all other performances. It is difficult to believe that Louise Brooks exists apart from her creation. Pabst himself identified the two, and even Louise Brooks has had her moments of confusion. No doubt the soul of Louise Brooks is not unlike the soul of Lulu—the hedonist without a sense of sin who lives for the moment and destroys men as she goes. However, there are differences. To begin with, whereas Lulu literally killed one of her lovers, not Louise Brooks is a femme fatale without any record of fatalities. Lulu did have anything that could be called a conscience. In a convoluted, clandestine, abashed way, Louise Brooks has a conscience. Then, Lulu had a big tempera- ment and an animal intelligence, but she did not reflect on her actions, she did not think. Louise Brooks reflects, and she thinks. Lulu did not read books. Louise Brooks reads books. Finally, Lulu could not write. Louise Brooks can write. of Louise The late Kenneth Tynan, who wrote the definitive, classic Profile x Introduction I Brooks, published in The New Yorker in 1979, quoted the French critic Ado Kyrou as saying, "Louise Brooks is the only woman who had the ability to transfigure no matter what film into a masterpiece. Louise is the perfect apparition, the dream woman, the being without whom the cinema would be a poor thing." As a film actress, Louise Brooks presents herself to the camera squarely, totally, without equivocation; and what results is the sort of sublime acting that is like not acting at all. As a writer, she does much the same thing. Her apparently innate ability to offer herself to the screen with nothing held back carries over to her writing. When she has something to say—and she usually does—she puts down the right words in the right order, and you have the comfortable feeling that what she has written is an end in itself: she asks nothing in return. Her directness, her powerful impulse to tell the truth, her refusal to withhold anything provide a literary foundation from which she can readily take flight; and that she does. At one point in this book, she writes of her life, "And so I have remained, in cruel pursuit of truth and excellence, an inhumane executioner of the bogus, an abomination to all but those few people who have overcome their aversion to truth in order to free whatever is good in them." If she had written nothing more than that one sentence, I would be prepared to call her a writer. The sentence rises and falls in a lovely arc, the language is fresh, the thought is pure and honest. But she is far more than a one-sentence writer. This book, the first chapter of which is hitherto unpub- lished but most of which is drawn from a series of essays she wrote over a period of years for Sight and Sound, Film Culture, and other film publica- tions, reveals Louise Brooks to be capable of a sustained literary effort. Her devotion to what she sees as the truth is basic, but equally important are her insight into human character, her extraordinary powers of observation, her wit, and her literary style. How it happened that this supremely observable woman should herself have become a brilliant observer of others, I don't know. Nor can I understand how it happened that this born center of attention, who might have been doomed to passivity, was all the while paying astute attention to those around her. What I do understand is that she writes marvelously, in a style that is all her own: direct, graceful, terse, exact, piercing, radiant. —William Shawn LULU IN HOLLYWOOD ONE Kansas to New York The Brooks family were poor English farmers who came to America on a merchant ship at the end of the eighteenth century. They settled in the mountainous northeastern part of Tennessee. During the Civil War, they fought against the slaveholders who owned plantations in western Tennessee. In 1871, my great-grandfather John Brooks, with his son Martin and Martin's young family, journeyed by covered wagon a thousand miles across Tennessee, Arkansas, and the corner of Missouri to homestead in the southeastern part of the free state of Kansas. The government let them have one hundred and sixty acres of land near the village of Burden. There they built a log cabin, ten feet by twelve, in which all twelve members of the family had to live. The Pawnee and Cherokee Indians had already been driven into a reservation in the Okla- homa Territory, to the south, while the last of the Plains Indians were then fighting hopelessly against the United States Army and Cavalry, which soon swept their survivors west into Colorado. Furthermore, by 1875 the Indians' subsistence—the millions of buffalo—had been slaughtered by the white hunt- ers. Thereafter, homesteaders poured in. My father, Leonard Porter Brooks, who was the second of eight children, was born in 1868, before the family left Tennessee. He became a lawyer, and in 1904, at the age of thirty-six, married my mother, Myra Rude, who was nine- teen. They moved to the little town of Cherryvale, Kansas, where Father worked for the Prairie Oil Company until it was gobbled up by John D. Rockefeller. Mother bore four children: Martin, in 1905; Louise, in 1906; Theodore, in 1912; and June, in 1914. A small, black-haired man, quiet, cheerful, and energetic, my father had only two loves throughout his life—my mother and his law practice. He dreamed of becoming a United States district judge—an unrealizable dream, because his abhorrence of boozing, whoring, and profanity made him unacceptable to the rough politicians of his day. In 1919, we moved to Wichita, where my father had a general law practice and where a common joke was that "L. P. Brooks is so honest that his secretary makes more money than he does." However, when he was nearly eighty, his integrity was rewarded by his being made an assistant attorney general of the state of Kansas.