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The Man Who Saw A Ghost The Life and Work of Henry Fonda
The Man Who Saw A Ghost The Life and Work of Henry Fonda
The Man Who Saw A Ghost The Life and Work of Henry Fonda
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McKinney, Devin.
The man who saw a ghost : the life and work of Henry Fonda /
Devin McKinney.—1st ed.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-250-00841-1 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-250-01776-5 (e-book)
1. Fonda, Henry, 1905–1982. 2. Motion picture actors and
actresses—United States—Biography. I. Title.
PN2287.F558M35 2012
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Springfield, 1839
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To play his Lincoln, Ford wants that jack-legged young actor from
Omaha. Henry Fonda has spent the last few years in Hollywood qui-
etly making himself remarkable. Career-advancing intervals of roman-
tic comedy and rural hokum have been cut with a handful of harsh
performances: a mountaineer in The Trail of the Lonesome Pine (1936);
an ex-con in You Only Live Once (1937), first of the Bonnie and Clyde
movies; an aristocrat in the plantation weeper Jezebel (1938), sweating
feverishly as he carried Bette Davis to an Oscar; and brother Frank in
Jesse James (1939), in which all Fonda had to do to steal the picture
from Tyrone Power was spit a stream of tobacco juice and glare over
his mustache.
Fonda has leaped past his competition, and past himself. He’s one of
Hollywood’s biggest near-stars and most protean support players; he’s
shown tensile strength on the screen, and a gift for charismatic silence.
He’s handsome and healthy, but when the climax comes, he dies elo-
quently, memorably.
So he seems fated to play the sixteenth president. The two have had
a long association: At the age of twenty, Fonda toured the Midwest
with a Lincoln impersonator, portraying Lincoln’s secretary in a sketch
he wrote himself. He estimates he has already read most of the Lincoln
books that exist. And there was that scene in his very first film, The
Farmer Takes a Wife—a brief encounter between the Fonda character
and a prepubescent John Wilkes Booth. In terms of the story, the meet-
ing between Booth and Fonda’s river rat in an 1850s canal town had
no function. But in the context created by Young Mr. Lincoln four years
later, it was a clear case of foreshadowing.
Fonda cannot claim surprise at being asked to play Lincoln: As early
as 1935, he was named in Hollywood columns as the next Abe of the
screen. But when John Ford calls, rational Fonda resists. Playing
Lincoln’s secretary is one thing, but the man himself? “It’s like playing
Jesus,” he says.
Ford, a stout, fleshy, hard-drinking Irish-American, is already famed
for his dark glasses and floppy hat, his briar pipe and profanity. He is
keenly aware of his personal power and developing legend, and he
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America. Ages later, we hear a muffled dialogue behind it, questions the
film can’t ask itself but which we can scarcely avoid: Could these patri-
otic clichés and Americanist homilies ever be true? Despite the massa-
cres, slave ships, burnings, lynchings?
Young Mr. Lincoln is an act of empathy and of imagining. It is also
a myth, or even a fairy tale. Let us imagine, it asks, that these homilies
are true, that this man is just that good, and that America once offered
such a man the opportunity to steer it. Let us imagine that Lincoln’s
goodness will enable him to save the innocents and expose the truth.
Let us imagine that, by placing a complex character at the center of
simple events, we can imply the complexity of this country and its his-
tory. Let us imagine that we can raise a few bloodied specters of the
American past, and, in the realm of myth, if nowhere else, purify them.
Let us imagine: That’s the process that enables myth, and it’s the
mythic hero that enables the process. In Young Mr. Lincoln’s act of imag-
ining, all the unspoken truths of our bloody history will flow through
Lincoln, as mud through a river. He will take in the poison of violence,
absorb hatred and pain, die for our sins, and live in our myths forever as
a ghost of righteousness and rebuke.
And as Ford and Fonda portray him, he’ll walk, talk, sit, think,
speak, and spit with the resolve of one who has seen it all coming—one
who knows, as other men and women simply do not.
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Fonda carries these details in every gesture and expression, his bearing as
elemental as the film’s lowering skies. There is something about how he
lures the Lincoln out of himself that enables him to speak and move like
an unseen watcher, an omnipotent witness. That something is the deep
silence of one who will never surrender that last part of himself—the
part that digests information and emotion, and produces empathetic
vision from a private place.
Everything in Young Mr. Lincoln depends on this tension between the
public figure and the private man, the servant who offers everything and
the individual who relinquishes nothing. It all depends on this tension
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being felt but not discussed, and being felt immediately, at Lincoln’s first
appearance on a clapboard porch on a dusty afternoon. A pompous at-
torney addresses a cluster of earnest countrymen. Someone named Abe,
familiar to the locals, is introduced as a candidate for the legislature. The
attorney steps aside with a flourish. Cut to a figure reclining in the
shade—a man with a private smile and a gift for dramatic timing, who
eases himself to fullness and steps into the sun.
“Gentlemen—and fellow citizens . . . I presume y’all know who I am.”
It’s dizzying. How often does myth take flesh before our eyes? Seldom
have movies achieved, through makeup or miracle, so arresting a combi-
nation of attributes as this, so bizarre and fixating a meld of physical
actor and imaginative essence. The face is Lincoln’s; the voice is Fonda’s.
The body moves with the proper languid resolve, looking just as
Lincoln’s would have, had it ever been caught on moving film.
We witness a fusing of faces, and of fates. Lincoln starts to speak;
Fonda starts to exist. The one steps into destiny, the other into movie
myth. And to both we can only say, Yes, this is how it was supposed
to be.
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Part of the magic of Fonda’s portrayal is that at the same time he speaks
for Lincoln, he asks Lincoln to speak for him. Each uses the other to
express his own sadness and conflict; two spirits war within the imper-
turbable costume that to us appears filled out by one integrated body.
What is the sadness? What is the conflict? Primal scenes are both in-
adequate and irresistible; myth couldn’t do without them. So the Lamar
Trotti screenplay founds itself on not just one primal scene, but two—
the near lynching on the prison stairs, and a young woman’s death.
That woman was Ann Rutledge, Abe’s first love, whom he met upon
moving to New Salem, Illinois, in 1831. Her father, a tavern owner,
was young Lincoln’s employer; one of her forefathers had signed the
Declaration of Independence. Ann had ambitions beyond New Salem,
and planned to attend a women’s college. She saw Lincoln’s potential
and encouraged him toward the law. Abe was besotted with her, and
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they were engaged. Then, in August of 1835, she took sick and died
from what was called “brain fever” but was probably typhoid.
The story was first embellished by Herndon, Lincoln’s law partner
and first important biographer, and has been a wrangling point of histo-
rians. “He mourned her loss with such intensity of grief that his friends
feared for his reason,” Carl Schurz wrote in 1905. “A highly dubious
business,” Gore Vidal called the story some eighty years later. Melodra-
matics aside, there is sufficient evidence that Ann’s death left a deep void
in Lincoln. He was already given to long despondencies, not surprising
given the poverty of his childhood and the deaths he’d witnessed, start-
ing with both parents and an older sister.
In Young Mr. Lincoln, Abe and Ann have just one scene together.
Fonda presents Lincoln as a serious young man, though callow in his
coonskin cap, and Ann is Ford’s model of supportive American woman-
hood. The two stroll beside the flowing Sangamon, nearly bursting with
anticipation of the future and each other, but the exchange is infused
with sadness. Already we have the sense of things too fine and fleeting
to last.
Abe tosses a stone in the river. A dissolve turns the concentric ripples
of springtime water into jagged pieces of ice dragging past the San-
gamon’s banks in deepest winter. Ann Rutledge is dead—gone, just that
fast—and Abe lays flowers at her grave. From the natural world of
springtime, we go to a studio set of simulated winter. The transition from
love, youth, and yearning to chill, death, and snowy ground is pure in-
stinctive mysticism. It’s what religion tries to make sense of, and what
art, in its highest moments, may capture.
Douglas L. Wilson writes of the “symbolic significance” that Ann’s
sudden death had for Lincoln. That symbol was the grave. A Lincoln
neighbor told Herndon, “I never seen a man mourn for a companion
more than he did for her he made a remark one day when it was rain-
ing that he could not bare the idea of its raining on her Grave that was
the time the community said he was crazy he was not crazy but he was
very disponding a long time.” Wilson finds this convincing evidence of
“Lincoln’s emotional fixation on Ann’s grave.”
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Not just the grave but also what it represents: the obligations left by
the dead upon the living. In Young Mr. Lincoln, Abe stands a stick on the
frozen ground over Ann’s grave and offers a proposition. He will let
the stick fall, and if in falling it points to the grave, he will fulfill Ann’s
dream of his destiny and become a lawyer. If it points away, he will stay
a shop clerk.
Abe wonders, when the stick points to the grave, if it was more he or
Ann who influenced its direction. It doesn’t matter: The stick has two
ends, and Abe knows that if one points at the grave, the other points
back at him. He and the ghost are one.
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