By Steven Suskin
04 Nov 2012
And so we started talking. He wanted to know all about me, of which there wasn't that much to tell. All along, I kept wondering what this out-of-place fellow was doing at this celebrity fete.
He wasn't a famous old actor, obviously. I quickly paged through all the old-time pros who were still alive and presumably in attendance; Abbott, Rodgers, Logan, Balanchine, Robbins, Atkinson. This guy was none of the above. Besides, he looked out of place and uncomfortable, like he clearly felt he didn't belong. Maybe he was some celebrity's father or grandfather? But no; his family wouldn't leave him eating alone like that. And besides, he didn't look like he was anyone's father. If he was someone, wouldn't he be surrounded by other celebrities and hangers-on?
As we sat there sawing into our food — our plates indicated that we had the same culinary taste, at Least — he responded to one of my questions that he felt out of place but must have been invited (aha!, he's one of the 132 honorees!) because of a play he'd written back during the Depression.
Wilder was already then, and remains now, surprisingly obscure. Our Town is performed frequently, and annually assigned to high school classes across the nation. But his life remains an underexplored mystery; the last biography came in 1983. So who was Thornton Wilder (1897-1974), the award-winning novelist who within six short years came up with both Our Town and The Skin of Our Teeth?
Penelope Niven does a masterful job of answering that question, over 800 or so pages, in Thornton Wilder: A Life [Harper]. Niven has a major advantage over prior biographers; Wilder's surviving sister Isabel kept a close hold on her brother's papers, work, and letters until her death in 1995. The story Niven tells is of a brilliant but intensely private soul.
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