{"id":68640,"date":"2014-04-11T13:03:27","date_gmt":"2014-04-11T17:03:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=68640"},"modified":"2014-10-31T18:11:12","modified_gmt":"2014-10-31T22:11:12","slug":"the-big-book","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2014\/04\/11\/the-big-book\/","title":{"rendered":"The Big Book"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>On photographer W. Eugene Smith\u2019s unseen opus.<\/em><\/p>\n<script>\/* <![CDATA[ *\/ portfolio_slideshow.slideshows[672] = {\"timeout\":\"4000\",\"autoplay\":\"false\",\"trans\":\"fade\",\"loop\":\"true\",\"speed\":\"400\",\"nowrap\":\"true\"}; \/* ]]> *\/<\/script><div id=\"slideshow-wrapper672\" class=\"slideshow-wrapper clearfix portfolio-slideshow-centered\">\n<div id=\"slideshow-nav672\" class=\"slideshow-nav\">\n\t<a class=\"pause\" style=\"display:none\" href=\"javascript:void(0);\">Pause<\/a>\n\t<a class=\"play\" href=\"javascript:void(0);\">Play<\/a>\n\t<a class=\"restart\" style=\"display:none\" href=\"javascript: void(0);\">Play<\/a>\n\t<a class=\"slideshow-prev\" href=\"javascript: void(0);\">Prev<\/a>\n\t<span class=\"sep\">|<\/span>\n\t<a class=\"slideshow-next\" href=\"javascript: void(0);\">Next<\/a>\n\t<span class=\"slideshow-info672 slideshow-info\"><\/span>\n<\/div><!-- .slideshow-nav -->\n<div id=\"portfolio-slideshow672\" class=\"portfolio-slideshow\" 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class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n\n\t\n\t\t\t<p class=\"slideshow-caption\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n\t\n\t\t\t<div class=\"slideshow-description\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n<\/div><\/div><!--#slideshow-wrapper-->\n<p>On September 2, 1958, W. Eugene Smith\u2019s passport was stamped at the airport in Geneva, Switzerland. Hired by General Dynamics, he was there to photograph the United Nations Conference on Peaceful Uses of Atomic Energy, known as \u201cAtoms for Peace.\u201d He was to be paid $2,500 for two weeks of work (about $20,000 in 2014 money), plus a $20 per diem. Commercial work wasn\u2019t Smith\u2019s preference, but he needed the money. He needed some distance from New York, too.<\/p>\n<p>A week later, on September 9, Smith\u2019s long-awaited extended essay on the city of Pittsburgh hit newsstands in <i>Popular Photography<\/i>\u2019s Photography Annual 1959. It was the culmination of a three-and-a-half-year odyssey that began with a three-week assignment and led to 22,000 exposed negatives, two thousand of which he said were \u201cvalid\u201d for his essay. He staked his reputation on the work, evoking Joyce, Faulkner, Tennessee Williams, and Beethoven, among others, as influences for the \u201clayers\u201d intended in his Pittsburgh layouts. Two consecutive Guggenheim fellowships (the first one coinciding with his friend Robert Frank\u2019s fellowship for the work that became <i>The Americans<\/i>) further raised expectations. After turning down $20,000 from both <i>Life<\/i> and <i>Look <\/i>magazines when they would not agree to his demands for editorial control, <i>Popular Photography <\/i>offered to put thirty-six pages of their Annual 1959 at his disposal for $3,500. Smith accepted.<\/p>\n<p>Now the anticipated magnum opus was set to arrive. But rather than stick around to toast his achievement, Smith jetted to Geneva. He had anticipated a Pittsburgh flameout earlier that summer, in a letter to his uncle, Jesse Caplinger: \u201cThe seemingly eternal, certainly infernal Pittsburgh project\u2014the sagging, losing effort to make the first of its publication forms so right in measure to the standards I had set for it \u2026 it is a failure.\u201d Later, he wrote his friend Ansel Adams to \u201capologize\u201d for \u201cthe debacle of Pittsburgh as printed.\u201d <!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Smith wasn\u2019t the only one who disapproved. Less than a week after the Annual appeared, the influential photographer and editor Minor White wrote a letter to John Morris, the executive editor of Magnum, Smith\u2019s agency at the time, to complain about the waste of prime space given to the Pittsburgh spread. \u201cGene doesn\u2019t have proper training in layout,\u201d White wrote. Jacob Deschin, writing in the <i>New York Times<\/i>, was more charitable, calling the Pittsburgh essay a \u201cpersonal triumph\u201d for Smith and an \u201cintensely personalized, deeply felt document.\u201d He wrote, \u201cMr. Smith uses layout as an additional means of communicating his impressions of the city\u2019s varied facets, its human and physical qualities \u2026 The approach is poetic, evoking the city\u2019s character, the atmosphere of its everyday life, recalling the past and pointing up some of the bright signs of the future.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>But Deschin also cited the spread\u2019s challenges: \u201cSome readers may object to the details of the layout, such as the use of small pictures, rather than fewer and larger.\u201d Smith had crammed eighty-eight images into thirty-six pages, along with a not insignificant amount of text. Additionally, the trim size of the Photography Annual was 8.5&#8243; x 11&#8243;, compared to 11&#8243; x 14&#8243; at <i>Life<\/i>, where Smith had spent the last twelve years. His desire for meditative visual sequences had outstripped the available format.<\/p>\n<p>In Pittsburgh, Smith had met a young avant-garde filmmaker named Stan Brakhage, who had been hired to make a film commemorating the city\u2019s bicentennial. The two hit it off instantly. Each admired the other\u2019s dedication and belief in the power of seeing, which, they both thought, was so often tainted by commercial pressures, popular culture, and human fears. Brakhage used Smith\u2019s stills in his cut of the film (a cut never released and unavailable today; another director finished the film), and his cinematic philosophies spurred new ideas for Smith\u2019s Pittsburgh layouts.<\/p>\n<p>In Geneva, Smith shared a chalet with Brakhage, who was also there to document \u201cAtoms for Peace.\u201d They attended the conference by day and shared Scotch and conversation in the chalet by night. The thirty-nine-year-old Smith craved the fertile, boundless, uncompromising engagement offered by twenty-five-year-old Brakhage, who, in 1958, had completed the film <i>Anticipation of the Night<\/i>, which he\u2019d considered ending with the scene of his own suicide, a thought that would have thrilled Smith.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s at this point that the biographical enterprise falls short; the true impact of the relationship between Smith and Brakhage can only be speculated. In June of 2003, I interviewed Carole Thomas, Smith\u2019s girlfriend with whom he shared his Sixth Avenue loft from 1959 to 1968. She told me that \u201cGene was intrigued by this avant-garde filmmaker\u201d but couldn\u2019t recall his name.<\/p>\n<p>A few years later, my colleague Dan Partridge found a few minutes of recorded sound, among Smith\u2019s 4,500 hours of loft tapes, in which Smith can be heard reading from a 1963 writing by Brakhage: \u201cHow many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of \u2018Green\u2019?\u201d I called Carole Thomas. She confirmed that the filmmaker had been Brakhage. A quick Google searched revealed that he had passed away earlier that year. Damn it. I reached out to Brakhage\u2019s first wife, Jane Wodening, and to his widow, Marilyn Brakhage, both of whom confirmed the friendship between Smith and Brakhage but could not recall much else. Years passed. I moved on to other areas of research. Then last year, a copy of a May 1970 letter from Brakhage to Smith was found in the Brakhage archive in Boulder, Colorado, and the original was found in the Smith archive in Tucson, Arizona. The letter, signed only \u201cStan\u201d and mostly a rave about Smith\u2019s 1969 Aperture monograph, included this line:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Wonderful how clearly your face comes to me the instant I type your name &#8212; your face \u2026 its particular intensity: and then I have a shift of backgrounds including the kitchen in that damn Swiss chalet, the nightmarish Atoms For Peace circus, and then most happily your loft in N. Y. &#8212; your face remaining a constant thru all this, weathering these scenes with an etch of grace: see, I\u2019ve almost got a motion picture portrait out of these memories.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>In connecting dots between Smith and Brakhage, that\u2019s all that I\u2019ve found. But I believe that much about Smith\u2019s next large-scale project can be gleaned from this small amount of information.<\/p>\n<p>Smith returned from Switzerland embarrassed by Pittsburgh but emboldened to go even further with his ideas for sequencing still images. He embarked on a two-volume, 350-page retrospective book that eventually contained 450 photographs spanning his career to that point. It became known, properly, as \u201cthe Big Book.\u201d It could also have been called \u201cthe unpublishable book,\u201d the dummy, or maquette, of which was accessible only in Smith\u2019s archive until an extraordinary <a title=\"The Big Book\" href=\"https:\/\/utpress.utexas.edu\/index.php\/books\/smibig\" target=\"_blank\">facsimile of it<\/a> was published last year by the University of Texas Press and the Center for Creative Photography at the University of Arizona.<\/p>\n<p>Brakhage felt that words deadened the senses; the majority of his films are silent. Smith had strangled his Pittsburgh layout with overwrought text (\u201cSteeple and microscope \u2013 how will they flourish in common?\u201d); <i>The Big Book<\/i> contains no text. It opens with tender pictures of children, including Smith\u2019s own, and closes with brutal images of carnage on the front lines of World War II, an arc Brakhage would have admired. In between there are some two dozen of his iconic images from <i>Life<\/i> magazine, and many more that are rarely, if ever, published in Smith monographs, including some of the most abstract and ephemeral work of his career, all woven together with no concern for chronology, subject, or theme. Images from the photo essays \u201cCountry Doctor\u201d and \u201c<a title=\"Nurse Midwife | The Paris Review\" href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2013\/01\/30\/southern-holiday-part-1\/\">Nurse Midwife<\/a>,\u201d for example, aren\u2019t confined to discrete sections. Journalism was thrown out the window. There was also no concern for making commodities of individual photographs, a growing trend in the art world at that time. What matters most in <i>The Big Book <\/i>are shapes and rhythms, patterns of tones, and an underlying sense of the foibles of human culture\u2014the hungry, blind march toward death, often at the political and economic hands of fellow humans. These are all ideas Smith and Brakhage would have discussed over Scotch during those long nights in the Swiss chalet. <i>The Big Book<\/i> represents Smith\u2019s most fully formed ideas for layout. Unrestrained by the strictures of print journalism, rejuvenated by Brakhage, Smith produced what would be the pinnacle of his sequential aesthetic.<\/p>\n<p>The achievement owes much to Carole Thomas, who wandered into Smith\u2019s life as a soft-spoken, eager, and brilliant art student in 1959 and stayed for nine years. Only seventeen years old, she already had a background in theater design, which made her the perfect partner for Smith, who often claimed theater was his most important influence, not photography. Thomas absorbed Smith\u2019s impassioned aesthetics and adopted his dedication to <em>The Big Book<\/em>. She became the thoughtful sounding board he needed in order to finish projects at this stage of his life. On the voluminous tape recordings Smith made in his loft, he and Thomas can be heard discussing layouts for <em>The Big Book<\/em> for many hours; her aptitude is clear. She also became a masterful darkroom printer in her own right. She was integral to Smith achieving the most audacious product of his career. It would be her unseen opus, too.<\/p>\n<p>A half century after Smith finished his two-volume maquette, the Center for Creative Photography and University of Texas Press made a bold, complicated decision to publish a facsimile of the surviving original, rather than redesigning a new book based on it, by inserting pristine reproductions of Smith\u2019s images in place of the maquette\u2019s Agfa Copyrapid reproductions (essentially fifty-year-old photocopies of Smith\u2019s original prints) that weren\u2019t meant for publication. A third volume includes thumbnails of all 450 images made from Smith\u2019s original prints, or negatives when his prints weren\u2019t available, proving that they could have done what they chose not to do. You can hear cynics decrying, I want to see Smith\u2019s vaunted printing technique represented here, not glorified photocopies, and certainly not for $185!<i> <\/i>But the right decision was made. This version gives life to an archival object, offering an opportunity to get as close to the work of Smith and Thomas as possible (short of holding the original maquette in our hands). Despite his facility, Smith was never about the precious print anyway. It was another of his contradictions. He was more about effort than outcomes.<\/p>\n<p><em><a title=\"Sam Stephenson | The Paris Review\" href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/search?q=sam+stephenson&amp;refinement=blog&amp;disp_type=Blog\">Sam Stephenson<\/a> is a writer working on a biography of W. Eugene Smith for Farrar, Straus and Giroux.\u00a0 He is also a partner in the documentary company <a title=\"Rock Fish Stew\" href=\"http:\/\/rockfishstew.org\/\" target=\"_blank\">Rock Fish Stew Institute of Literature and Materials<\/a>, based in Durham, North Carolina.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Excerpt from The Big Book<em> by W. Eugene Smith (Copyright \u00a9 The Arizona Board of Regents, University of Arizona, Center for Creative Photography; photographs \u00a9 2013 The Heirs of W. Eugene Smith) used by permission of the <a title=\"The University of Texas Press\" href=\"www.utexaspress.com\" target=\"_blank\">University of Texas Press<\/a>.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On photographer W. Eugene Smith\u2019s unseen opus. On September 2, 1958, W. Eugene Smith\u2019s passport was stamped at the airport in Geneva, Switzerland. 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