1949’s Death of a SalesÂman is one of the most endurÂing plays in the AmerÂiÂcan canon, a staÂple of both comÂmuÂniÂty and proÂfesÂsionÂal theÂater.
PlayÂwright Arthur Miller recalled that when the curÂtain fell on the first perÂforÂmance, there were “men in the audiÂence sitÂting there with handÂkerÂchiefs over their faces. It was like a funerÂal.”
Robert Falls, ArtisÂtic DirecÂtor of Chicago’s GoodÂman TheÂater, brings the expeÂriÂence of dozens of proÂducÂtions to bear when he describes it as the only play that “sends men weepÂing into the Men’s room.”
Small wonÂder that the titÂuÂlar part has become a grail of sorts for aging leadÂing men eager to be takÂen seriÂousÂly. Dustin HoffÂman, George C. Scott, and Philip SeyÂmour HoffÂman have all had a go at Willy Loman, a role still assoÂciÂatÂed with the towÂerÂing Lee J. Cobb, who origÂiÂnatÂed it.
(Willy’s wife, LinÂda, with her famous graveÂside admoÂniÂtion that “attenÂtion must be paid,” is conÂsidÂered no less of a plum part.)
On FebÂruÂary 2, 1955, Arthur Miller joined Salesman’s first Mrs. Loman, MilÂdred DunÂnock, to read selecÂtions from the script before a live audiÂence at Manhattan’s 92nd Street YMCA. In addiÂtion to readÂing the role of Willy Loman, Miller supÂplied stage direcÂtions and explained his ratioÂnale for pickÂing the feaÂtured scenes. The Pulitzer Prize winner’s New York accent and brusque manÂner make him a natÂurÂal, and of course, who betÂter to underÂstand the nuances, motiÂvaÂtions, and hisÂtorÂiÂcal conÂtext of this tragÂiÂcalÂly flawed charÂacÂter?
Miller told The New YorkÂer that he based Loman on his famÂiÂly friend, ManÂny NewÂman:
ManÂny lived in his own mind all the time. He nevÂer got out of it. EveryÂthing he said was totalÂly unexÂpectÂed. PeoÂple regardÂed him as a kind of strange, comÂpleteÂly untruthÂful perÂsonÂalÂiÂty. Very charmÂing. I thought of him as a kind of wonÂderÂful invenÂtor. For examÂple, at will, he would sudÂdenÂly say, “That’s a loveÂly suit you have on.” And for no reaÂson at all, he’d say, “Three hunÂdred dolÂlars.” Now, everyÂbody knew he nevÂer paid three hunÂdred dolÂlars for a suit in those days. At a parÂty, he would lie down on his wife’s lap and preÂtend to be suckÂing her breast. He’d curl up on her lap—she was an immense woman. It was crazy. At the same time, there was someÂthing in him which was terÂriÂbly movÂing. It was very movÂing, because his sufÂferÂing was right on his skin, you see.
If Miller and Dunnock’s perÂforÂmance leaves you hunÂgry for more, you can see her and Lee J. Cobb reprise their roles on teleÂviÂsion in a 1966 CBS proÂducÂtion. See Act 1 above, and Act 2 here.
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Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is an author, illusÂtraÂtor, and Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine. Her play, FawnÂbook, is now playÂing in New York City . FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday










