
Jonathan Lee’s thoughtful movie starts earlier and briefly deals with Goodman’s impoverished upbringing when his father took up with a mistress and abandoned his young family. Goodman found his ‘voice’ as student at City College where he was part of the anti World War 2 pacifists and when he first embraced Marxism. but as his literary executer is keen to point out he never became a Communist. After graduating he began writing for prestigious literary journals such as ‘Commentary’ and became part of a clique of New York Jewish Intellectuals. By the early 60’s his fame was such that we find him debating life with William F. Buckley and Stokey Carmichael on TV.
Goodman, a twice-married man with three children, was also unashamedly and openly gay, no mean feat in those days. He would spend the mornings at home avidity writing, then cruise the streets and the Piers of New York looking for some fun and company, but always making a point of getting home again by teatime. His close friends, and indeed his wife, acknowledged that he was driven by his sexuality, which featured prominently in his poetry and judging by the couple narrated in this film accounted for some of his very best pieces. One highly personal piece ends so poignantly by repeating several times ‘happiness is so touch and go.’
He had a brilliant mind and though highly intellectual possessed a remarkable talent for articulating his very forward thinking ideas and principles that others could and did grasp easily. Ned Rorem the Composer (who set some of Goodman’s poems to music) said that Goodman ‘never suffered fools gladly, unless they were physically attractive’. Not a bad principle at all! One can imagine when Goodman taught that he would have been a wonderful teacher, but that part of his career ended abruptly when he insisted that he had the right to fall in love with his students!
In 1967 his son Mathew died in an accident and very soon after that Goodman had his first heart attack, which was attributed to his profound grief. His boundless energy dried up and so did his once prolific writing, and in 1972 he died after his 3rd heart attack at only 62 years old.
One of the interviewees in the documentary commented of the great shame that Goodman’s work is unknown to such a vast majority that if they could access it would marvel at both the ideology and the prose. I have to say that this rather sensitive insight to a fascinating man has made me want to learn more (and I soon will thanks to Amazon). Paul Goodman may not have changed my life, but I am so very glad that he has enriched it for these past 89 minutes. So far.
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