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Sales Figures

A skillful new Broadway revival of Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman cannot overcome the flaws of this dated and stilted play

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Left to right: Philip Seymour Hoffman, Finn Wittrock, Andrew Garfield, Elizabeth Morton, Stephanie Janssen in Death of a Salesman, directed by Mike Nichols. (Brigitte Lacombe)
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Was I a “glutton for punishment”? That’s what Mary McCarthy called theatergoers who subjected themselves to plays she called “sadistic fantasies in realistic disguise.”

Mary McCarthy hated Death of a Salesman. I did, too.

So, I thought about her as I watched Mike Nichols’ revival of the 1949 iconic drama, currently at Broadway’s Ethel Barrymore Theatre, that critics have long called Arthur Miller’s masterpiece, his finest play, indeed, an American tragedy.

There was much to praise in Nichols’ rendition of Death. But despite his brilliant direction of a gifted cast, superb sets, lighting, and music, my aversion to this play could not be denied: Salesman is awful.

To begin with, Death of a Salesman is melodrama, not tragedy, as the old chestnut about the play asserts. Two men are discussing the play after a performance. “Such a pity!” one says to the other. “He had the wrong territory.”

The dialogue of this ostensibly timeless American saga is dated, clunky, and artificial. Consider the play’s emotional climax—long-suffering wife Linda’s impassioned defense of her husband, who has descended into suicidal dementia even before being fired. “Attention must be paid,” she says. And in case you missed it the first time, Linda repeats her shrill command: “Attention, attention must finally be paid to such a person.”

Who talks like that? No one. Who ever did?

The words ring false because they are false. And this artificiality underlies the play’s essential flaw—its absence of real characters. Willy Loman is, as Linda needs to remind the audience, a person. Or make that a Person. For as McCarthy wrote in Sights and Spectacles, 1937-1956, Willy is a “capitalized Human Being without being anyone.”

Although Willy seems to be Jewish, judging by his speech cadences, he could not be Jewish because as McCarthy observed, he had to be “America.” “Wholly conceptualized,” she wrote, the play is filled with stereotypes, with “cut-out figures.” Willy Loman is not a man, but a “type.”

Miller’s own stage directions make that clear. Willy’s mistress is called the Woman. Willy is called the Salesman.

Miller’s ambitions were obviously huge. By erasing Loman’s specificity as a human being—as a Jewish salesman—Miller undoubtedly thought he was creating something grander and more enduring. But as the Greeks surely should have taught us, tragedy is universal only when those experiencing it are seen as flawed individuals, not merely stand-ins for the “common man.” Miller’s desire to erase Loman’s specificity to give him universal resonance created an abstraction, or as the (Jewish) joke suggests, a salesman with rotten territory.

Miller, of course, was not the only writer of his era who sought such universal resonance in assimilation. The promotion of “humanist” politics was characteristic of many liberal and leftist Jewish writers of his generation. But just as McCarthy was astonished by the play’s popularity at the time, its endurance—its performance at every high school, college, and regional theater company, not to mention at least four revivals on Broadway—attests to the flatness of the dramatic earth around it, the relative paucity of great tragedy from American playwrights, then and now.

Most critics, of course, did not share McCarthy’s view. As the hosannas piled up, Miller became a celebrity, and his sense of his worth and work grew as well. In an interview with Christopher Bigsby in 1990, he compared Death—favorably—to King Lear. The problem with Lear, he says, is that the gloom is “unalleviated.” Setting aside “the beauty of the poetry,” Miller observes, “Lear is unredeemed; he really goes down in a sack, in a coal chute.”

McCarthy, too, compared Miller’s play to Lear. Both plays, after all, deal with “an old man, failing powers, thankless children and a grandiose dream of being”—as she put it—“well-liked.” But Lear was not just any old king. “He is Lear.”

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One can always find someone who calls attention to himself or herself by tearing down one of the most iconic plays in the American canon. Arthur Miller’s play will long outlast the puerile rant of this writer, whose scribbling will be long forgotten while Miller’s play thrills audiences for the foreseeable future.

rocky says:

Thank you for this excellent piece.

I encountered Death of a Salesman in high school, aged 15 or so. To my teacher & parents, A. Miller had the status of a secular saint, for his stance before HUAC, and I took the play very seriously.

Sadly, what I took from it was not compassion, but contempt, for the Willy Lomans of the world, and a determination to avoid their pathetic fate.

Willy is not just a cardboard Everyman, he is a cardboard Everysalesman. The substance of the play contradicts its overt message of respect for Willy (the message expressed so weirdly by his wife).

Ultimately, Miller promotes condescension towards ordinary American men working to build their lives and care for their families in the real world (a world he must have seen as ‘late capitalism’ or whatever).

Pernicious stuff, as well as bad drama. Thanks again.

Dick says:

I’m really puzzled over Miller’s dislike of SALESMAN. She says the dialog is stilted and the characters aren’t realistic. I could say the same of Strindberg, Chekhov and Ibsen. Indeed, I think all tragic theater since the Greeks demands a blending of naturalism with a kind of ceremonial urgency, where the underlying necessity of death is made to speak. Perhaps Miller thinks that tragedy is out of date.

don-eduardo says:

While there might be those who will find a description of the discredited Judith Miller as an honest, objective, non-ideological journalist laughable,
few can argue that she remains a crafty and somewhat cunning stylist of some repute.

Relieved of the journalistic ethic requirements of the New York Times (which in retrospect appear to be less rigorous than “This American Life”), Ms. Miller has purposefully drifted into the cultural realm where her right-wing leaning proclivities should be somewhat less damaging to the national conversation (reference her insightful coverage of the Bush administration’s conclusive proof of WMDs in Iraq).

While discrediting and dissing Arthur Miller was unquestionably common practice in the late 1940s and early 1950s at Jewish festival dinner parties where Judge Irving Kaufman and Irving Saypol may have been among the guests, as a nationally renowned left-winger Mary McCarthy would never be one of the invited gentile guests.

One does not need to possess Mike Deasey’s fertile imagination to see a contemporary Jewish festival dinner party where Ms. Miller was seated between William Krystal and David Mamet (neither of whom I believe would give a second thought to conspiring to fry Julius and Ethel), both of whom heartedly applauded Ms. Miller brilliant rhetorical device; to invoke a postwar a left-wing McCarthy to slam Arthur Miller with same stale charges that right-wing McCarthy-ites thrust at him sixty years ago.

It always saddens me to discover Ms. Miller’s byline in Tablet, rather than finding her in the Weekly Standard or the Washington Times where her brand of slanted but unacknowledged right-wing rhetoric festers and flourishes.

VHJM van Neerven says:

Dear Don Eduardo,

I read up some more on the author and that put me at ease. Thanks for pointing the way.

To me, this play, so often staged and played by my parents, who held it in high esteem, is of the genre made famous by Dutch playwright Herman Heijermans (e.g. “Op hoop van zegen,” 1900), Bert Brecht et al.. Thoroughly European and anti-capitalist, of course it is not to the liking of the modern liberal or conservative, with my stress on “modern.”

For the benefit of Rocky: it is not the play, nor its author, condescending to the working man. The forces behind the scene on stage do that. But of course, at 15, you cannot be aware of such depth and you do not listen to parents and teachers. I hope you’ve grown a bit since then and that you are wise enough to now transcend Ms. Miller’s (nomen est omen!) teenage passion for ‘the real.’ No play is about the real, but about truth. Anyone with the vaguest sense of theater ought to know that.

Respectfully yours,
VHJM van Neerven, וינז

VHJM van Neerven says:

P.S. My apologies; I meant to write:

“No play is about the real, all play is about truth.”

וינז

Shalom Freedman says:

‘Attention must be paid’ is a great line. So is ‘A man’s got to dream , boy, it comes with the territory’. Judith Miller’s opinion as she admits is a minority one. I believe that in this case the minority is wrong. ‘Death of a Salesman’ is no ‘Lear’ but it is, tragedy or not, a great American play.

shabbos goy says:

Its true, Willy Loman is no Ahmed Chalabi. Now there was a true salesman. I am sure Arthur Miller would be disappointed that the critic felt his masterpiece was not realistic in its use of dialogue. He might also have wished Ms Miller would have held her own reporting during the run up to the Iraq war to the high standards of truth telling she applies to a work of fiction.

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Sales Figures

A skillful new Broadway revival of Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman cannot overcome the flaws of this dated and stilted play