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had a flair for cultivating older men, he had an impeccable ear for self-
promotion and slanting his stories for maximum advantage. Fortu-
nately, his relationship with Brackett gave him entrée to an elegant
theater crowd that gathered at the Algonquin and, helped by Brackett’s
influential contacts, Dean found television work and an agent. In the
summer of 1952, he auditioned for, and was accepted into, the
prestigious Actors Studio. Once again, the Dean mystique has distort-
ed the facts to fit the legend: he never appeared in a studio production
and his fellow members remembered him only as a vague presence,
uncommunicative and sullen.
From a purely practical point of view, Dean’s casual morals gave
him one advantage over his struggling contemporaries. He was not
averse to peddling his sexual favors to further his career, and his first
real break came from his seduction of Lemuel Ayers, a successful
businessman who invested money in the theater, and helped secure
the aspiring actor a role in a forthcoming Broadway play called See
the Jaguar. The play folded after four performances, but 1954
brought him The Immoralist, adapted from André Gide’s novel, in
which he played the North African street Arab whose sexual charisma
torments a male married writer struggling with homosexual tenden-
cies. Dean’s own sexual charisma was potent, and his performance
attracted notice, praise, and Hollywood. By the end of the following
year, 1955, he had starred in East of Eden for Elia Kazan—mentor to
Montgomery Clift and Brando—and, under Nicholas Ray’s direction,
became the idolized voice of a generation as the Rebel Without
a Cause.
Many writers have attributed James Dean’s winning combina-
tion of vulnerability and bravado to his mother’s early death; certain-
ly, he seemed aware of this psychic wound without being able rectify
it. ‘‘Must I always be miserable?’’ he wrote to a girlfriend. ‘‘I try so
hard to make people reject me. Why?’’ Following his Broadway
success, he abandoned his gay friends, as if in revenge for all the
kindness they had proffered, and when he was cast in East of Eden, he
broke away from his loyal patron, Rogers Brackett, then fallen on
hard times. When a mutual friend upbraided him for his callousness,
his response was, ‘‘I though it was the john who paid, not the whore.’’
But to others, Dean seemed unaffected by success. He was chimeri-
cal, yet remarkably astute in judging how far (and with whom) he
could take his misbehavior. This trait fostered his Jekyll-and-Hyde
image—sweet and sensitive on the one hand, callous, sadistic, and
rude on the other.
The actor’s arrival in Hollywood presented a problem for studio
publicists unsure how to market this unknown, uncooperative com-
modity. They chose to focus on inflating Dean’s sparse Broadway
credentials, presenting him as the New York theater actor making
good in Hollywood. In New York, Dean had been notorious for
skulking sullenly in a corner at parties and throwing tantrums and,
although he could be perfectly delightful given sufficient motivation,
he was not motivated to appease the publicists. What were taken for
Dean’s Actors Studio affectations—his ill-kempt appearance, slouching,
and mumbling—was actually his deliberate attempt to deflate Holly-
wood bombast and pretension. The reigning queens of Hollywood
gossip, Louella Parsons and Hedda Hopper, both took umbrage at
Dean’s behavior. His disdain for Hollywood was so overt that, before
East of Eden was even complete, he had managed to set much of the
entertainment press squarely against him. East of Eden, however,
made a huge impact, won Dean an Academy Award nomination and
launched him into the stratospheric stardom that was confirmed later
the same year with the success of Rebel Without a Cause. In both
films, the young actor played complex adolescents, alienated from the
values of the adult world around them—tormented, haunted by an
extraordinarily mature recognition of pain that comes from being
misunderstood and needing to be loved. The animal quality he
brought to conveying anguish and frustration struck a chord in the
collective psyche of 1950s American youth, and his almost immedi-
ate iconic status softened the scorn of journalists. His on-screen
charisma brought forgiveness for his off-screen contemptuousness,
and his uncouth mannerisms were suddenly accorded the indulgence
shown a naughty and precocious child.
Stardom only exacerbated Dean’s schizoid nature, which, para-
doxically, he knew to be central to his appeal. When a young Dennis
Hopper quizzed him about his persona, he replied, ‘‘. . . in this hand
I’m holding Marlon Brando, saying, ‘Fuck you!’ and in the other
hand, saying, ‘Please forgive me,’ is Montgomery Clift. ‘Please
forgive me.’ ‘Fuck you!’ And somewhere in between is James
Dean.’’ But while playing the enfant terrible for the press, he reacted
to his overnight fame with naïve wonder, standing in front of the
theater unnoticed in his glasses and watching the long queues forming
for East of Eden with delight. That was Dean’s sweet side. He
exorcised his demons through speed, buying first a horse, then a
Triumph motorcycle, an MG, and a Porsche in short order. He
delighted in scaring his friends with his reckless driving. Stories of
Dean playing daredevil on his motorcycle (which he called his
‘‘murdercycle’’) are legion. Racing became his passion, and he
managed to place in several events. His antics so alarmed the studios
that a ‘‘no-ride’’ clause was written into his contract for fear that he
would be killed or disfigured in the middle of shooting.
With the shooting of Rebel completed, he made his third film,
co-starring with Rock Hudson and Elizabeth Taylor in Giant. As Jet
Rink, the graceless farm laborer who strikes oil and becomes a
millionaire, Dean was able to play to type for the first half of the film,
but was seriously too young to meet the challenge of the second half
in which Rink has become a dissipated, middle-aged tycoon. None-
theless, he collected a second Oscar nomination—but was no longer
alive to hear the announcement. On September 30, 1955, almost
immediately after the completion of filming, James Dean and a
mechanic embarked for a race in Salinas in the actor’s new Porsche
Spyder. Fate, in the form of a Ford, struck the tiny car head-on,
breaking Dean’s neck. He was dead at 24 years old.
Part of James Dean’s enduring allure rests in the fact that he was
dead before his two biggest films were complete. His legacy as an
artist and a man is continually debated. Was he gay or straight? Self-
destructive or merely reckless? Perhaps he didn’t know himself, but
doom hung about him like a shroud, and it came as no surprise to
many of his colleagues when they learned of his fatal accident. Elia
Kazan, upon hearing the news, sighed ‘‘That figures.’’ After his
death, his friend Leonard Rosenman commented, ‘‘Jimmy’s main
attraction was his almost pathological vulnerability to hurt and
rejection. This required enormous defenses on his part to cover it up,
even on the most superficial level. Hence the leather-garbed motorcy-
cle rider, the tough kid having to reassure himself at every turn of the
way by subjecting himself to superhuman tests of survival, the last of
which he failed.’’ Whether Dean had a death wish or simply met with
an unfortunate accident will continue to be batted around for eternity;
there are as many who will attest to his self-destructiveness as to his
hope for the future. So, was it mere bravado or a sense of fatalism that
made him remark to his friend and future biographer John Gilmore:
‘‘You remember the movie Bogie made—Knock on Any Door—and
the line, ‘Live fast, die young, have a good-looking corpse?’ Shit,