We’re all familiar with the story, right? Willy Loman (Philip Seymour Hoffman) is a down-on-his-luck salesman who is trying to support his wife, Linda (Linda Emond). They have two adult sons, Biff (Andrew Garfield) and Happy (Finn Wittrock), both of whom happen to be staying with their parents at the start of the play. Willy and Biff have an estranged and complicated relationship, which provides never-ending stress for Linda.
Fathers and sons. Biff’s whole arc revolves around trying to not be like his father. He’s trying, somewhat desperately, to be his own man, disillusioned by the father whom he once idolized but has nevertheless let him down. He doesn’t want to end up like Willy, but he does want something from life – if only he could figure out what. Indeed, the most compelling and dramatically pyrotechnic moments in this Mike Nichols-directed production come when Hoffman (The Ides of March) and Garfield (The Social Network) spar. Hoffman’s Willy is like a child who doesn’t yet have the words to communicate his feelings, so he shouts and bellows to come across as strong. In reality, he’s moments away from breaking. As Biff, Garfield exudes confidence as he tries to reason with his father without doing irreparable damage to his psyche.
This causes all sorts of tsuris for the Loman matriarch, Linda. The impressive Linda Emond (The Intelligent Homosexual’s Guide to Capitalism and Socialism with a Key to the Scriptures) handles this layered role with aplomb. In lesser hands, Linda could be a dreadful Tammy Wynette song. Instead, Emond shows the anguishing struggle of standing by your man. (One telling stage direction for Linda reads: with infinite patience.) Emond’s Linda is strong (when she implores her sons, “attention must be paid!” you heed her call), and her final scene, the requiem in which she finds freedom, enriches the play’s powerful and tragic ending.
And yet the family strife isn’t nearly the totality of Death of a Salesman. In today’s age of Occupy Wall Street and the ubiquity of discussions about income inequality, Salesman, written in 1949 and set in the late 40s, seems fresh and ever-relevant. (According to the Bedford Introduction to Drama, “…Willy Loman…was intended to be a warning for Americans in the postwar period of the cost of growing wealth and affluence.” Sound like a warning we could use today?)
Willy Loman is just an ordinary man trying to make a living. He’s devoted to his family (in intention if not always in action) and works an honest job. Every day, he goes to work, he makes relationships and he tries to make the sale so that he can provide for Linda, Biff and Happy. Despite (or maybe because of) his work ethos, “The man who makes an appearance in the business world, the man who creates personal interest, is the man who gets ahead. Be liked and you will never want,” he can’t seem to get ahead. He sees the need for his skills decline as the expenses pile up. He is a salesman; that the only life he knows. And what used to put food on the table just doesn’t cut it. I’m loath to think about all the Willys out there today – honest, hard working people who’ve worked their whole lives and are still idling in neutral; who’ve seen whatever job security they had and whatever little nest egg they may have built (if any) be completely obliterated by the greedy, usurious and feckless practices that brought on our economic downturn.
To quote Linda: “I don’t say he’s a great man. Willy Loman never made a lot of money. His name was never in the paper. He’s not the finest character that ever lived. But he’s a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid. … Attention must be finally paid to such a person!” How true. Human beings – even if they aren’t million or billionaires who can line candidates’ campaign coffers, even if they are the 99% – deserve respect and attention.
Also of note: Brian Webb’s recreation of Jo Mielziner’s original scenic design. In Bedford, we learn that “Miller had originally conceived of a model of a man’s head as the stage setting. This technique was not used, but…the multilevel setting,…instead of portraying a cross-section of Willy’s head, presented a metaphor for a cross-section of his life. The audience was not looking in on just a living room…but on an entire house and an entire life.” Indeed, that’s the feeling we get when watching the house and all the life within it unravel. (I also like the “Made in the USA” notation on the show’s logo. Feels very then and now.)
To learn more about our economy (like what really happened with those too big to fail banks), read Rolling Stone contributing editor Matt Taibbi’s Griftopia: A Story of Bankers, Politicians and the Most Audacious Power Grab in American History, now available in paperback, and follow his Rolling Stone blog.