The legendary American actor-writer-director Orson Welles was born 100 years ago today. That’s as good a reason as any to contemplate how a meeting might have gone between the controversial creator of Citizen Kane and the author of The Grapes of Wrath. Despite different backgrounds, opposite personalities, and divergent careers, John Steinbeck and Orson Welles shared much, including progressive politics, Hollywood troubles, and rocky friendships with the actor Burgess Meredith. It’s hard to imagine their paths never crossed and amusing to consider what they talked about if they had the chance. Opposites attract, particularly when there’s a common enemy like William Randolph Hearst.
Orson Welles was born 100 years ago today. That’s as good a reason as any to contemplate a meeting between the controversial creator of Citizen Kane and the author of The Grapes of Wrath.
Steinbeck’s 1939 novel and Welles’s 1941 film both caused serious problems for their creators, arousing public opinion against powerful interests and incurring the wrath of powerful men like Hearst, the California media mogul portrayed by Welles in Citizen Kane. Burgess Meredith, the puckish actor who played George in the 1938 film Of Mice and Men, was a member of Welles’s theater company in New York and became a close friend of Welles and Steinbeck as a result of artistic collaboration. It’s possible Meredith suggested that Welles read Steinbeck’s short story “With Your Wings,” written (perhaps at Meredith’s urging) for radio broadcast in the 1940s.
Steinbeck’s 1939 novel and Welles’s 1941 film caused serious problems for their creators, arousing public opinion and incurring the wrath of men like William Randolph Hearst.
For years John Steinbeck, Orson Welles, and Burgess Meredith moved in New York and Hollywood entertainment circles dominated by parties, personalities, and adultery-and-divorce gossip (all three had multiple wives). In later life, Welles and Steinbeck fell out with Meredith, though for different reasons. Until that happened, however, both writers were close to Meredith, whose sunny side attracted moody men like Steinbeck and Welles. Movies and politics, fame and fortune, Meredith and Hearst: Orson Welles and John Steinbeck, lubricated and relaxed if chemistry clicked, would have plenty to talk about over drinks or at a party.
John Steinbeck, Orson Welles, and Biography
Robert DeMott, an enterprising scholar who thinks creatively along these lines, piqued my curiosity about a possible connection by suggesting that Burgess Meredith could have been Welles’s conduit for the radio broadcast of “With Your Wings.” In response to my question about the cloudy origin of Steinbeck’s story, Bob said Meredith knew both men well and was a member of the theater company that performed Welles’s sensational production of Shakespeare’s Macbeth, set in Haiti and staged in Harlem, which made headlines and caught the attention of the Hollywood film establishment. History moved fast from there.
Meredith was a member of the theater company that performed Welles’s version of Shakespeare’s Macbeth, set in Haiti and staged in Harlem, which made national headlines and caught Hollywood’s attention.
Meredith’s memoir, published 60 years later, recalls the excitement surrounding the production and relates incidents in the actor’s fraught friendships with Welles and Steinbeck. Unfortunately, So Far, So Good is weak on details and reveals nothing about Welles and Steinbeck having met. Nor does Frank Brady’s Citizen Welles, a film-focused account of Welles’s rapid rise and fall following the notoriety of Citizen Kane. But Brady’s perceptive portrait of a precocious, tormented genius suggests why Welles’s view of celebrity differed dramatically from Steinbeck’s, despite shared experience of publicized dalliances and divorces, film-studio mistreatment, and persecution by opponents in government and press.
Welles’s view of celebrity differed dramatically from Steinbeck’s, despite shared experience of publicized dalliances and divorces, film-studio mistreatment, and persecution by opponents in government and press.
Both men were autodidacts who read insatiably and relished the sound of words from an early age. Unlike Steinbeck, Welles was also an extroverted autocrat with an ability to project his voice, promote his talent, and write very quickly. Ireland was important to each, but for reasons that underscored their contrasting characters and careers. Welles, an ambitious Midwesterner, started acting on the Irish stage at 18. Steinbeck, a late-blooming Californian with Irish grandparents, visited Ireland only once, late in life, and was disappointed when he did. As New Deal Democrats, both produced patriotic propaganda for the U.S. war effort, Steinbeck in print and Welles on air. Each attracted the attention of the FBI anyway.
Unlike Steinbeck, Welles was also an extroverted autocrat with the ability to project his voice, promote his talent, and write very quickly.
They hated William Randolph Hearst, the powerful publisher who created yellow journalism and built the crazy castle caricatured, along with Hearst’s actress-lover Marion Davies, in Citizen Kane. As Brady’s biography demonstrates, Welles never really recovered from the aftermath of his attack on Hearst. The monied interests skewered by Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath were almost as hurtful, at least at first, but Steinbeck’s career didn’t suffer permanent damage, despite a dry spell during the 1940s when he churned out stories and scripts mangled by studio rewrite-men and directors. He never forgave Alfred Hitchcock for the racial stereotyping and sentimentality the English director inserted into Steinbeck’s World War II movie Lifeboat.
Welles never really recovered from the aftermath of his attack on Hearst. The monied interests skewered in The Grapes of Wrath were almost as hurtful to Steinbeck, who survived the dry spell that followed.
Hitchcock was a likely topic of any conversation Steinbeck had with Welles, whose obsessive anxiety about other directors’ treatment of his ideas shadowed him until he died. John Huston’s name probably came up as well. Both men were guests at Huston’s estate in Scotland, though Steinbeck’s enjoyment of the genial Irish director’s hospitality was free from the competitiveness that characterized Welles’s relations with most movie people. Henry Fonda read poetry at Steinbeck’s well-attended funeral in 1968. Welles’s death in 1985 attracted less devoted attention.
Hitchcock was a likely topic of any conversation Steinbeck had with Welles, whose obsessive anxiety about other directors’ treatment of his ideas shadowed him until he died.
Welles and Steinbeck also enjoyed the hospitality of Burgess Meredith, whose country place not far from Manhattan was a convenient getaway for exhausted celebrities and uninhibited conversation. Steinbeck and Welles experienced Broadway fatigue at about the same time (Steinbeck with Pipe Dream and Burning Bright). Both loved music and liked to head downtown to hear jazz and to drink, the two great social equalizers of their period in New York. Eddie Condon’s jazz club in the Village is another appealing venue for an imagined conversation between the two men, perhaps about how badly it hurt to fail on Broadway while others were succeeding.
Henry Fonda, Burgess Meredith, and Memory
Like Burgess Meredith, Henry Fonda offers little of substance about Welles or Steinbeck in Fonda: My Life. But when asked for an opinion about a Steinbeck-Welles connection, Steinbeck’s biographer Jay Parini said it was safe to assume Steinbeck and Welles not only met but probably got along: “I’d be amazed if they didn’t meet, and I’d be very amazed if they didn’t find something to like in each other.” Responding to the same question for this blog post, another expert source quoted a conversation that occurred between Welles and Peter Bogdanovich, the actor-director who worked hard to restore Welles’s reputation. Ironically, the quoted conversation confirms that—unlike Henry Fonda—Orson Welles actually read The Grapes of Wrath:
WELLES: I hated [John Ford’s film adaptation of The Grapes of Wrath].
BOGDANOVICH: Well, it’s better than the book.
WELLES: Oh no, the book is much better.
BOGDANOVICH: Really?
WELLES: At the time I saw The Grapes of Wrath, if you told me I’d ever have a good word to say for Ford again . . . I hated him so. I would have hit him if I’d seen him afterwards. He made a movie about mother love. You know, a sentimental, stupid, sloppy movie. Beautifully photographed, and all the beautiful photography was done by a 2nd unit cameraman without Ford or Toland, as I found out. I complimented Toland on those great shots of those things, and he said, “I didn’t make it. I didn’t do it, and Jack Ford wasn’t there either.”
BOGDANOVICH: I didn’t know that.
WELLES: And all that stuff they did with that awful actress that everybody loves, Jane Darwell, that awful Jane Darwell, and all those terrible creeps walking around being cute. God, I hated that picture!
Welles’s dim view of John Ford’s adaptation of The Grapes of Wrath sounded pitch-perfect when I read it, and it led me to Henry Fonda, whose role as Tom Joad launched Fonda’s career and friendship with John Steinbeck. Steinbeck’s name comes up frequently in Fonda’s memoir, which includes details about Steinbeck’s funeral that differ from Steinbeck biographies. But Fonda’s version of the phone call he got from his agent about the casting of The Grapes of Wrath struck me as oddly off-key:
It was a joyous moment [for Fonda] when Leland Hayward telephoned . . .
“Ever hear of The Grapes of Wrath?” the agent asked.
“Sure have,” Fonda answered readily. “It’s about the farmers who were driven out of Oklahoma by the dust storms and made their way to California . . . “
“I didn’t ask you for a book report,” Hayward said, stopping the enthusiastic actor. “I just want you to know Zanuck bought it for Fox.”
I was intrigued by a recent remark from Richard Astro, an American scholar of prodigious memory, that Fonda admitted he never read The Grapes of Wrath when interviewed for Dick’s groundbreaking study of John Steinbeck. Clearly, Welles not only read Steinbeck’s book but understood the author’s deep meaning—another tempting topic of imagined conversation between the two men, along with the mystery of “Rosebud” in Citizen Kane. Like Welles, Steinbeck was misunderstood, even by friends such as Fonda, and he suffered for his art. Not long before he died he advised a struggling writer, “Your only weapon is your work.” Welles had every reason to agree.
My source for the Welles-Bogdanovich exchange added the following tidbit from an era when actors like Burgess Meredith and Henry Fonda were attacked for being liberals and writers like Orson Welles and John Steinbeck were accused of being socialists or worse: “It’s interesting that Ayn Rand, in one of her private letters, lumped John Steinbeck and Orson Welles together as ‘Marxist propagandists.’” As a non-admirer of Ayn Rand, I consider her unintended tribute to Steinbeck and Welles, even if the pair never met, cause for celebration. Happy birthday, Orson. Unlike us, Citizen Kane will never die.
Just some random comments on people addressed here by Will Ray.
Meredith signed as a character witness when Steinbeck applied for a license to carry a gun in New York. Took some guts. Pare Lorentz also signed, as did the Steinbeck’s veterinarian, Morris Sigel.
Meredith seemed very social, and a few decades ago would show up on the Monterey Peninsula for Steinbeck events. Just as in signing the gun license, he appeared a supportive guy.
William Radolph Hearst did at least one good thing – when his editors wanted to fire George Herriman, the part-white, part-black creator of the comic strip “Krazy Kat,” Hearst would have none of it; he realized Herriman’s genius and kept the strip.
Welles and Rita Hayworth honeymooned in Big Sur. And Steinbeck worked on Higway One as it was being constructed through Big Sur. They would have had that – Big Sur – to talk about.
I think it was Fonda who said about filmmaking, “If it ain’t on paper forget the caper.” So he must have at least read the screenplay of “The Grapes of Wrath.”
John Huston supposedly coveted Ellwood Graham’s portrait of Steinbeck, which has been missing for decades now.
I said these would be random.
Where else can you have something like this delivered to your thirsty mind? Another big congratulations to Will Ray and a blog site that slices through so much Steinbeck fog. I especially enjoy the nearly demonic dedication to getting beyond a bland recitation to something, as with Orson Welles at 100, both rare and gratifying. STEINBECK NOW and Forever . . . .
Will Ray reminds us why, in years to come, the films of Orson Welles and the books of John Steinbeck will be part of the weight calculation on starships to Yet Another Distant Place as foreign and, most likely, as unwelcoming as the California depicted in The Grapes of Wrath. I’m guessing there will be craft christened in Steinbeck’s honor–maybe even a planet! (He might applaud that!)
Thank you, Will.
They might have discussed Mexico… Steinbeck’s fascination with Mexico is well known to readers of this site, but Welles was interested as well. He narrated a 1971 short documentary about ancient Mexican civilizations called “Sentinels of Silence” that won two Academy Awards (the narrator of the Spanish version was Ricardo Montalban.)
It is fascinating to consider Welles’s relationship to JS and his work. If only we had more information about any meetings or conversation! –but Will Ray sets it up perfectly here, and anyone can see how they would probably have enjoyed each other’s attitudes toward 1) constituted authority, 2) art, and 3) bullies and sycophants. It is disappointing to read the phony dialogue in Fonda’s autobiography about GoW, probably ghostwritten, but certainly approved by HF. That Welles would have turned up his nose at the similarly phony, not to say smarmy moments in the film of GoW only makes us admire him more, just as we admire JS for his basic forthrightness, and (let’s be honest) just his rightness.
Will Ray always gives us plenty to enlighten us, both novel thought and sustaining commentary. Like Steinbeck and Welles, he’s ready to take on the stupid, small-minded, greedy right wing that is taking our nation south/South from its values that glorify the concentration of wealth and enslavement of working people, to the lifeless test mania and the privatization of education, to its authoritarian oligarchy buying both sides of the political aisle.
The article and the comments give me hope that there are still those of us who find good art like a fire that burns away sentimentality to reveal the necessary, knowing that we can be better. And the end, pitch perfect:
“It’s interesting that Ayn Rand, in one of her private letters, lumped John Steinbeck and Orson Welles together as ‘Marxist propagandists.’” As a non-admirer of Ayn Rand, I consider her unintended tribute to Steinbeck and Welles, even if the pair never met, cause for celebration. Happy birthday, Orson. Unlike us, Citizen Kane will never die.
Thank you, Will Ray!
Your readers might find it interesting that the Lilly Library at Indiana University (Indiana.edu) has a large collection of Welles material, including a tape of the broadcast and a script. At their website go to “programs & services” for a listing of the Welles items.
Box ten has:
• folder 19: CU – “Letter to Mother.” Scripts
• folders 20-21: CU – “Mrs. James and the Pot of Tea” and “With Your Wings.” Background materials and scripts
• folders 22-23: CU – “The Future.” Scripts
folder 24: CU – “Aviation Cadet Training,” [not used]. Background materials and scripts, some by Burgess Meredith
“Letter to Mother” is a Steinbeck item.
Herb Behrens is the former chief archivist at the National Steinbeck Center in Salinas, California. As always, he has our thanks for providing bibliographical information of use to our readers.
Will Ray’s topic here about a possible connection between John Steinbeck and Orson Welles made me think of a television series I particularly enjoyed when I lived in England. Presented by science historian James Burke, various discoveries and historical world events were shown to be directly and indirectly interconnected. For instance, one program began by showing the success of instant coffee during World War II, leading to the invention of the Jeep, which led to nylon stockings, which led to knitting machines being smashed by Luddites in 1817, which led to the Luddite cause being defended by Lord Byron, which led to an examination of a naval blockade in Greece, which led to an English song about a Greek poet that was to lead to the creation of the Star-Spangled Banner. The catalog of names and deeds in that one program continued for some time, eventually bringing in the financial dabbling of the architect Christopher Wren and concluding with the study of jellyfish by Thomas Huxley so that he could defend Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution.
Reading this today and thinking about that, I am reminded that for a number of years I lived in Wisconsin near the house where Orson Welles was born. Further to that, because his mother and my mother were very dear friends, I grew up with the two of them frequently getting together for afternoon teas, and more than once I was entrusted with the job of taking cookie cutters to slices of white bread to turn them into delicate shapes for club sandwiches. Watercress, I seem to recall. So it was that whenever my mother mentioned Mrs. Welles name I knew she was referring to Orson’s mother. Clearly, that indicates to me that I have an Orson Welles connection.
Several years later I was living in a community of artists and writers in a house just up the hill from Cannery Row, and often if someone in the group said, “I remember when John did…” or “I had to laugh when Carol said…” there was no question in my mind that they were referring to John or Carol Steinbeck. Yes, they had moved on, but the Steinbeck connection was well and truly in place. Upon reading this, I can safely say a line can be traced from Will Ray to me to Orson Welles to John and Carol Steinbeck. In other words, there’s a connection. Thank you Will!
John, Bravo! I thoroughly enjoyed your latest piece on Steinbeck and Welles, and your Wisconsin connections. Write on! íA todo vapor! – John L.