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On Authors

Don’t judge a book by its cover, they say, and don’t

jump to conclusions about an author based on what you think you know

about him.

Two eye-opening books crossed my cluttered desk this past week and

both caught me by surprise. The first is a self-published autobiography

by Win Straube, the international trade entrepreneur and owner of

the Straube Center office complex in Pennington. Titled "I Don’t

Know Where I am Going But I an Enjoying the Ride," and improbably

featuring a surfer riding a monster wave on its cover, the book presented

itself as a pleasant but not terribly dramatic reminiscence of a septuagenarian

businessman.

With my alarm clock set for 6 a.m. on a deadline Monday, I started

browsing through the book at midnight, just to see what it was all

about. At 2:15 a.m. I finally put it down. It’s a page turner, especially

about life in Nazi Germany during World War II. And I will wait until

next week to tell more of this story.

The other book is A. Scott Berg’s "Kate Remembered," the extraordinary

remembrances of Katharine Hepburn that blossomed on the best seller

list within days of the actress’s death at the age of 96. "Oh,

I think I may have met Scott Berg," I said when I heard that U.S.

1’s Nicole Plett was interviewing him by phone in advance of his appearance

Monday, September 22, at Barnes & Noble (see page 24 for her account

of Berg and his book).

The memory began to take shape in my mind. Thirty-five years ago I

was a senior in the English department at Princeton, Berg was a sophomore

and not yet in the department. My meeting must have happened two years

later, when I was back in Princeton after a stint at Time magazine

and Berg was introduced to me on the front lawn of Nassau Hall, near

Stanhope Hall. He’s done his senior thesis on Max Perkins, someone

said, and he’s going to get it published. Sure enough, as I recalled

it, the book was soon published — "Max Perkins: Editor of

Genius" — and promptly became a bestseller and put the newly

minted alumnus, Berg, on the literary map.

I can assure you I was not the only recent English department alumnus

who felt a twinge of resentment at Berg’s success. At that time even

the authors that Perkins edited — Thomas Wolfe and Ernest Hemingway,

among others — were considered suspect by the venerable Princeton

English department to be "modern" writers. How could we know

if they were really any good?

My thesis, in contrast, covered the greats: Joseph Andrews, Emma,

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and Robert Penn Warren’s All

the King’s Men, the closest I came to a "modern" work. And

it worked: An otherwise miserable student, I got a 1 on the thesis

— the highest possible grade was a 1-plus. When the grades were

handed out, the English department seniors gathered at the Annex restaurant

to celebrate and commiserate. The other seniors didn’t believe me

when I told them my grade and literally made me show them the mark.

That was the end of my glory days. My thesis wasn’t headed for the

popular market, as the title alone suggested: "The Portrait and

the Frame: Narrative Distance and Point of View in Four Novels."

Two years later the department obviously had loosened up — Berg

was the proof. Imagine the resentment among the English seniors that

year.

That was my memory. Then I read Plett’s story and discovered that

only in my memory did Berg transform his thesis into an instant bestseller.

In fact, he had worked seven years (living at home with his parents

with no publisher’s contract for the first five years) in order to

become the overnight success of my memory.

So I buried my resentment and buried myself in Berg’s book. The serious

biographer proves himself as a celebrity journalist. "Kate Remembered,"

according to the author’s note, is supposed to be Hepburn’s remembrances

of people in her life more than Berg’s accounts of Hepburn. But Berg’s

tale of Warren Beatty wooing Hepburn to appear in a movie is every

bit as entertaining as Hepburn’s account of Howard Hughes wooing her

by landing a plane on a golf course and joining her for a few holes.

Seeing the big picture in even the smallest moment is surely the mark

of either a good biographer or celebrity journalist. Berg’s account

of his and Hepburn’s dinner party with Michael Jackson could have

been a cover story in People magazine.

And Berg’s rendering of the day Spencer Tracy died — with Hepburn

literally stepping aside so that Tracy’s wife could be at center stage

for the funeral and burial of her philandering husband — is riveting.

Unlike many celebrity journalists, Berg does not overestimate the

role he plays in his subject’s life: "As our conversations would

invariably turn to her past, I soon felt she was using me less as

a sounding board than as an anvil against which she could hammer some

of her emotions and beliefs."

Over on the campus, some kid might be concocting a senior thesis even

now about a biographer seeking the essence of 20th century culture.


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