Hello, Gorgeous: Becoming Barbra Streisa Part 52
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Elliott, if Barbra had asked him, might have responded that her discontent was cla.s.sic, at least in psychoa.n.a.lytic terms: The more one achieves, the more one wants. Someone who grew up feeling dissatisfied wasn't going to suddenly become satisfied by the simple acc.u.mulation of things or achievements. Barbra might even have agreed with that a.s.sessment. She was "a practical person," or at least she liked to call herself one, and she could be unsparingly honest about her own needs and motivations at times. "The dream," she mused. "You never achieve it and that's what's depressing. The excitement of life lies in the hope, in the stirring for something rather than the attainment." She lamented that she "couldn't hold success in her hand like a hard-boiled egg."
But how could it be otherwise, especially for her? Barbra had grown up feeling as if something were always missing. Not knowing her father had started Barbra "off on the track of always feeling resentful," she admitted; it would leave her "always missing something" in her life. The crisis of faith she experienced once Funny Girl was on the stage led to something she couldn't have predicted a year before. Like Elliott, Barbra surrendered to a.n.a.lysis, where it seemed certain that her father would be a prime topic of conversation. When she finally worked up the courage to confront her mother about why she never mentioned Emanuel's name-why Barbra's father had always been one of the great unspoken tensions between them-Diana replied, "I didn't want you to miss him." As if not speaking about him could have prevented that.
And so Barbra had no choice but to keep on climbing.
Along the way, she'd lose some of those who'd started the climb with her. The intimates dwindled to a very few. Cis, as always, was steadfast. Marty remained her chief lieutenant. But when Terry Leong tried to connect with Barbra backstage at Funny Girl, he was told she was too busy to see him. When Barry Dennen refused to hand over the tapes he'd made of her, claiming they belonged to him, Barbra threatened legal action, though she never followed through. With Peter Daniels, tensions continued to escalate, especially after Lainie Kazan went on in Barbra's place one night during Funny Girl's first year and alerted the press to come see her. Soon afterward, Kazan was out of the show, and Daniels wasn't far behind. Only decades later would Barbra acknowledge her longtime accompanist's influence and help, dedicating a concert to him. Even Bob Schulenberg fell out of Barbra's...o...b..t when he returned from Europe, finding he shared little in common with his old pal turned superstar.
Sitting there at her window overlooking Central Park, watching the traffic and longing for the sky, Barbra described feeling "alone with [her] thoughts" and dreading "the hour of showtime." That first year of Funny Girl proved to be excruciating. Sydney Chaplin's hostility only got worse, to the point where he was cursing at Barbra onstage and trying to deliberately throw her off track. In early 1965, she filed hara.s.sment charges against him with Actors' Equity. Although the sympathetic "old boys' club," as Orson Bean called them, let Chaplin off after interviewing him, Barbra's ex-lover departed the show soon after that, much to her relief, replaced by Johnny Desmond.
Later that same year, Diana finally consented to her daughter's insistence that she move into an upscale, all-expenses-paid apartment in Manhattan. Little Rosalind would drop the weight and change her name to Roslyn and, before the decade was out, launch a career of her own as a singer, headlining at nightclubs and enduring comparisons with her more famous sister. Diana told friends she felt Rozzie was by far the more talented of the two.
Arguments and separations continued to mark the marriage of Barbra and Elliott, but they strove to stay together, even having a baby, Jason, in December 1966. But after a couple more years, they finally called it quits and were divorced in 1971. Only after splitting with Barbra did Elliott's career take off again. He became a top box-office movie star with Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice and M*A*S*H, among others. Still, as successful as he became, Elliott never considered himself "larger than life" in the way he saw Barbra. Looking back on all he and his former wife had been through, Elliott had to wonder why anyone would want to "make themselves into something that wasn't real."
What Barbra had made herself into was a movie star. After two long, tedious years on the stage in Funny Girl, both on Broadway and in London, Barbra turned her back on the theater and went to Hollywood, where she starred in the film version of Funny Girl and won an Oscar for doing so. Within a few years, she was the biggest female movie star in the world, and by now, no one was surprised. She did relent and make more musical films-people were always clamoring for her to sing-but she also got to play the kinds of parts she'd always wanted, glamorous women and complex characters, even if, to date, she still has never played Juliet or Medea. But she did get to play Dolly Levi, and Daisy Gamble, and Esther Hoffman, and Katie in The Way We Were. And with all those profits she fas.h.i.+oned herself a palace overlooking the Pacific Ocean that provided her with plentiful views of the sky.
Working with Ray Stark, as Barbra antic.i.p.ated, wasn't easy, and the battles with her mercurial producer continued. When, in 1974, she had finally fulfilled her four-picture contract with him (Funny Girl, The Owl and the p.u.s.s.ycat, The Way We Were, and Funny Lady, once more putting on f.a.n.n.y Brice's cloche hats), Barbra presented Stark with an antique mirror on which she had scrawled in lipstick Paid in full. Yet for all the frustrations and bitterness she carried, she still recognized that without Stark's early champions.h.i.+p she might not have come as far as she had, or at least she would have needed to have taken a very different route.
Of course, it wasn't enough to simply remain a successful actress, so Barbra became a director, starting in 1983 with Yentl, and won accolades for her work. She kept on recording, too, staying relevant by making a successful transition to rock-pop with the Stoney End alb.u.m in 1971. She ended up with more Top Ten alb.u.ms than any other female artist in history-fifty-one of them gold, thirty platinum, and thirteen multiplatinum. And then it wasn't enough to just sing her songs, but she had to write them, too. Barbra won another Oscar for her composition of "Evergreen" for A Star Is Born. With a special Tony for theatrical excellence, Barbra had made good on her goal to win all four major s...o...b..z awards. From that old doubter, Sheilah Graham, nothing was heard.
And, at last, after many ups and downs, there seemed to be some personal fulfillment, too. In 1996 Barbra met James Brolin and married him two years later. They are still together.
All of her childhood dreams had come true, and on her own terms. But as the years went on, the older Streisand seemed less genuine, less spontaneous, and more guarded than the girl of that first half decade. Barbra's fear of not being as good as people claimed she was-or not being as good as she was on her last record or in her last film-only magnified as she aged. She found herself holding back more, no longer giving her all when she sang. "You must only give three-quarters," she explained. "Five eighths." Giving one's all, Barbra believed, exposed a desperate need to be loved by the public, and she wasn't desperate for that, not if that meant letting the public in too close. After all, giving one's all was what Judy Garland had done, and Judy was dead, burned out, at the age of forty-seven. So increasingly Barbra withheld parts of herself, leaving her audiences always wanting more. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, emotionally or strategically, since it kept people coming back. But it did make some people nostalgic for that young singer who'd so fearlessly exposed the empty place in the middle of her heart every time she got up to sing.
Of course, Streisand had always been made of stronger stuff than Garland. From the time she was very young, Barbra had seen and heard things beyond the range of mere mortals; she had understood her own specialness. "I have visions in my head," she said, looking back and trying to explain the unexplainable-the drive that had always propelled her forward. "I hear music. I dream."
She had needed to be great-great enough to transcend the boring, the quotidian, the desultory Brooklyn afternoons. That was why she had started to climb and what would keep her scaling the heights. In her striving, there was a message, and it said, "Keep on." If Garland was the G.o.ddess of self-destruction and vulnerability, Streisand was the diva of self-confidence and strength-as well as of a certain kind of magic, one that can elevate the everyday and transform even an ordinary kid into a star.
"Her performances astound, arouse, fulfill," Jerry Robbins had declared. Watching Barbra move across the stage in Funny Girl, he had glimpsed potential still untapped. "She is still forming. There is more to come, things will change, something will happen. The next is not going to be like the last."
Sitting there in her duplex penthouse, with showtime looming, Barbra cast one last glance over the treetops of Central Park and pulled herself away from the window.
Down on the street, a car waited to take her to the theater. Stony-faced, Barbra rushed past the fans who waited, as always, along the curb. Suddenly one young man shouted, "Keep on daring to dream, Barbra!"
For once Barbra stopped. Somehow the words had penetrated the invisible armor she always wore in public. For the first time that her fans could recall, their heroine turned to look at them. They were surprised to see a little smile blooming on her face. "You can count on that," Barbra said.
Then she got into the car and sped away.
Acknowledgments
Although I had enjoyed the work of Barbra Streisand in the past, I certainly didn't consider myself a fan when my editor suggested her as the subject of my next book. To be honest, I didn't really understand Streisand's ma.s.sive appeal-why she was such a big deal to so many. What I knew about her at that point consisted mostly of The Way We Were and Yentl-which, as it turned out, would be far beyond the scope of my study.
So, being a Streisand novice, I embarked on a quest to discover everything I could about her first years in s...o...b..z: her nightclub performances, her television appearances, her singles, her alb.u.ms. Fortunately, I didn't have to re-create the wheel. There have been dozens of Streisand biographies, several of them excellent, and my use of them is cited in the notes. Even when some of their fundamental a.s.sumptions were wrong-Ray Stark being opposed to Streisand's casting in Funny Girl, for example-I was grateful that previous authors had snared interviews with key figures who have since pa.s.sed on. I was also very lucky to have the help and advice of several Streisand veterans who were far more knowledgeable of the lady's career than I was at the time. My grat.i.tude especially goes to Christopher Nickens.
Still, the kind of crash course I needed to take in Streisandiana wasn't going to be easy. Fortunately, most of Streisand's early television spots are now online. Even the audio of some of her nightclub performances-at the hungry i, for example-is available. What's truly remarkable is the fact that much of this critical primary material has been gathered under one umbrella, the exceptional Barbra-Archives.com, run by the exacting Matt Howe. On day one, I bookmarked Matt's site; rarely did a period of time go by that I didn't visit once, twice, or more times a day. At the height of writing the book, I just left the site open on my desktop because I was constantly checking something. I could not have written this book without the Barbra Archives. My thanks to Matt not only for his phenomenal work online, but also for answering the many questions I lobbed his way. Also helpful were other excellent Streisand websites, including but not limited to the All About Barbra fanzine site, Barbra Timeless, Barbra News, and Streisand's own website.
I was also aided by a bootleg copy of the DVD Just for the Record, which had been intended to supplement Streisand's CD of the same name but was never actually released. So much early material is included on this DVD that I could easily contrast, for example, the way Streisand sang "Cry Me a River" on The Dinah Sh.o.r.e Show with the way she sang it on Ed Sullivan, or see how she responded to Groucho Marx as compared to Johnny Carson. (A special thank-you to the source who provided me with a copy, who asked to remain nameless.)
The digitization of newspapers also gave my research the kind of authority I could only have dreamed about when I first started writing biographies in the mid-1990s. There's no need anymore to make vague statements about what the columnists were saying at any particular time. Now I've got virtually every single column written by Earl Wilson, Dorothy Kilgallen, Walter Winch.e.l.l, Hedda Hopper, and hundreds of others. With this technology in place for the Streisand project, I could pinpoint when contracts were signed, when singles were released, when alb.u.ms started climbing the charts, when rumors started, and when publicity changed course.
But, as always, the most important sources were the collections of personal papers of some of my subject's most important collaborators. At the top of the list, of course, is the Jerome Robbins Collection in the Jerome Robbins Dance Division of the New York Public Library, but nearly as important are the Bob Fosse Collection and the Robert Merrill Collection at the Library of Congress. Also, the collections of David Merrick (Library of Congress); Herbert Ross and Roddy McDowall (Howard Gotlieb Archival Research Center); Sidney Skolsky, Jane Ardmore, Jack Hirshberg, Hedda Hopper (Margaret Herrick Library); Lainie Kazan, Jo Mielziner, Thomas Higgins (for Joe and Evelyn Layton), Leland Hayward, Richard Lewine, and Abe Burrows (New York Public Library for the Performing Arts) were also helpful. All collections are fully cited in the notes.
I'd also like to single out a few archivists who provided special a.s.sistance: Mark Horowitz at the Music Division of the Library of Congress; Barbara Hall at the Margaret Herrick Library of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences; Jeremy Megraw at the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts; and J. C. Johnson at the Howard Gotlieb Archival Research Center at Boston University.
I must also note the extraordinary collection of Lou Papalas, whose careful preservation of so much Streisand memorabilia-from magazines to costumes to photographs to scripts-has truly been a labor of love. I am especially grateful to Lou for allowing me to see many of Streisand's original contracts.
Personal interviews with those who were actually there-friends, lovers, colleagues, publicists, managers, fans-provide the human perspective in this book. I am grateful to everyone who shared their stories, insights, and memorabilia, not just on Streisand but also on the times of the early 1960s: Bob Schulenberg, who is truly blessed with the gift of total recall; Barry Dennen; Don Softness; Phyllis Diller; Orson Bean; Ted Rozar; Kaye Ballard; Lainie Kazan; Suzanne Merrill; Janet Matz; d.i.c.k Gautier; Sammy Sh.o.r.e; Paul Dooley; Carole Gister; Bob Avian; Linda Gerard; Stuart Lippner; Adam Pollock, partner of Terry Leong; and several others-friends, family, and colleagues of Streisand, Elliott Gould, Diana Kind, Marty Erlichman, Ray Stark, and others-who asked that their ident.i.ties be kept anonymous. There were more of these people than usual on this book, given my subject's well-known dislike of biographies. All are extremely reliable sources.
I was particularly fortunate to have interviewed Arthur Laurents on a couple of previous occasions, although his pa.s.sing meant I was not able to ask a handful of follow-up questions. Still, what he'd shared earlier about his work with Streisand proved invaluable to this book. I was also blessed to be good friends with the late Tucker Fleming and the late Charles Williamson who, as intimates of Judy Garland, had shared with me Garland's impressions of working with Streisand.
Also paramount to my study were the dozens of men and women I spoke with who were there to see Streisand perform in New York, Detroit, San Francisco, and elsewhere, or who were friends of her a.s.sociates, or who worked with journalists who interviewed her, or who bought the alb.u.ms when they first came out, or who were in New York gay bars watching her when she appeared on PM East back in 1962. Given the structure of this book, I have not always used their names in the actual narrative, though many can be found in the notes. To these lifelong fans, I am deeply grateful for helping me to understand the pa.s.sion that has followed Streisand ever since she first appeared on the scene and that has lifted her to the lofty heights she enjoys today.
Thanks also to my friends and colleagues who provided connections, advice, information, and other help or material: Clark Bason, Tom Judson, Steven Brinberg, Mitch Villari, Jeremy Kinser, Wayne Lawson, Tim Teeman, and Michael Childers.
My original editor, George Hodgman, was the true Streisand fan behind this project right from the start; his imprint remains on every page. My current editor, Andrea Schulz, provided keen insight and a much-needed steadying hand. Johnathan Wilber was a help at every turn and made things happen. Michaela Sullivan designed a beautiful cover. David Hough, once again, brought his sharp eye and keen ear to the ma.n.u.script. My agent, Malaga Baldi, was, as always, indomitable. And my first and best critic will always be my husband, Dr. Tim Huber. My grat.i.tude to all.
Finally, thanks to Barbra Joan Streisand, for not throwing up any roadblocks and for making me finally understand why she really was, and remains, such a big deal.
Notes
Abbreviations
AMPAS = Margaret Herrick Library for the Performing Arts, Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences
BFC = Bob Fosse/Gwen Verdon Collection
JRC = Jerome Robbins Collection
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