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Brian Kellows Pauline Kael: A Life in the Dark is the first full-length biography of the writer, who died in 2001. Im frequently asked why I dont write my memoirs, Kael wrote in the introduction to her 1994 collection, For Keeps. I think I have. The notion that her life was the movieshow she saw them, how she wrote about themis embraced by Kellow, who overcomes the lean biographical details of her formative years to find hints and clues about her upbringing and relationships buried in reviews of films like Hud and Fingers.
The chapters covering those days, of a young writer struggling to find her voice, hustling for freelance gigs, and raising a daughter alone, are the books best. Kellow evocatively captures the blooming of film culture in the early 1960s, and the sobriety with which Kael took over the critical pulpit. Too much was at stake now, he writes. It was more important than ever for her to exhort her readers to support the true artists, the good films that enlarged the moviegoing experience, and cut down the tired, the dead, the formulaic, the meretricious.
In passages like that, Kellow not only grasps the significance of his subject, but invokes the pace and energy of her singular style. His examinations of her romances are involving, and early on, the balance between biographical details and quotes from the reviews is just right. Alas, that equilibrium goes all askew once Kael lands at The New Yorker. Years pass without much of anything to talk about aside from her work, leading to long stretches of block quotes, connected by clunky transitions like The most surprising review Pauline wrote during this period was and At years end she saw another movie that enabled her to dig into a film the way she liked to do. Page after page in these sections amount to little more than a summary of her major writing. For that, Kael was rightwe should just go to For Keeps and read the pieces without interruption.
Or, for that matter, without interpretation. While Kellows analysis is often trenchant (The life was seeping out of the film movement of the 1970s, and she knew it. All the more reason, then, to intensify her advocacy for the movies she loved, even for those that she thought simply showed promise), his conclusions are frequently puzzling. He slams Kaels appraisal of Ellen Burstyns performance in Alice Doesnt Live Here Anymore for speculating on the private thought processes of the actress and engaging in crystal-ball gazing, pure and simple that is quite out of critical bounds. According to whom?
Later, he follows a long chunk of Kaels The Little Mermaid pan with a paragraph detailing the pictures financial success, and dismissively leaves it at that. So what? Kellows rejoinder reads like a snidely underhanded insinuation that Kael was suddenly out of touch with popular tastebut shed never given much truck to hype, and had certainly never hesitated to skewer pictures that topped the box office charts (The Exorcist, Dirty Harry, West Side Story, The Sound of Music).
More intriguing are the sections dealing with the controversies and feuds that began to overshadow Kaels writing in the 80s, though Kellows reportage is frustratingly shallow. The furor surrounding Renata Adlers notorious 1980 takedown of Kael in The New York Review of Books is entertaining to read aboutAdler dismissed Kaels collection When the Lights Go Down as piece by piece, line by line, and without interruption, worthless." But why did it happen? (Ms. Adler is not interviewed.) Kellow has some good, dishy fun with Kaels ill-fated, Warren Beattybrokered sojourn to Hollywood (the actor-producer convinced Kael to try at her hand at film producing, with unfortunate results). However, Peter Biskinds bio of Beatty, Star, offers up more penetrating insight into why she did it, and why it didnt fly.
Pauline Kael: A Life in the Dark has patches of greatness, moments that capture both the thrilling essence of Kaels writing and the urgency of the form she was responding to. Still, its a bumpy ride, too spotty and incomplete. Five pages from its conclusion, Kellow writes of a proposed but unrealized biography, conceived as more of an interior look at Paulines life than a conventional biography. At the end of this quite conventional biography, thats a compelling idea indeed.