Superficially I've known who Will Rogers was forever. An authentic "Man of the People." The folksie Okie with a quip for every occasion. The biggest film star of all in a period when film was king. The man who would certainly have been president if he'd chosen the job, but whose life was cut short in a tragic air crash. However, beyond all that, I've never really known much about him as a person, and apparently there are very few people left who even know his name. There are scores of books, literally. But most are collections of his pithy sayings and anecdotes that have been trodden on several times. Surprisingly there are very few well researched biographies, if any. I was moved to check all this out by a quote from his son, Will Rogers Jr. to screenwriter Budd Schulberg in 1942, just seven years after his Father's death:
“My father was so full of shit, because he pretends he’s just one of the people, just one of the guys,” Rogers told Schulberg. “But in our house the only people that ever came as guests were the richest people in town, the bankers and the power-brokers of L.A. And those were his friends and that’s where his heart is and he (was) really a goddamned reactionary.”
So where does the truth lie? In the well tended myth, or in a son's resentful comment? Or someplace else? Does it even matter anymore? I can't answer the first question yet, but the second is important. It matters because of what we're living through right now. When people place their trust in someone they give them something important. When that trust is betrayed the betrayal can never be undone, nor can it easily be admitted.
Who else's fame has burned brightly but dimmed rapidly, leaving the truth subject to conjecture?
“My father was so full of shit, because he pretends he’s just one of the people, just one of the guys,” Rogers told Schulberg. “But in our house the only people that ever came as guests were the richest people in town, the bankers and the power-brokers of L.A. And those were his friends and that’s where his heart is and he (was) really a goddamned reactionary.”
So where does the truth lie? In the well tended myth, or in a son's resentful comment? Or someplace else? Does it even matter anymore? I can't answer the first question yet, but the second is important. It matters because of what we're living through right now. When people place their trust in someone they give them something important. When that trust is betrayed the betrayal can never be undone, nor can it easily be admitted.
Who else's fame has burned brightly but dimmed rapidly, leaving the truth subject to conjecture?
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