Williams had an often chary relationship with Hollywood, made vivid through the genius of Elia Kazan and tamped with threat by the censors perched on their shoulders. It is no secret that the visionary poet-dramatist of The Glass Menagerie and A Streetcar Named Desire led a life suffused with danger, tenderness, excess, mystery, decadence, wealth, squalor, love, lust and as many more contradictory attributes as one might possibly conjure on a humid night in the Garden District of New Orleans. The singular achievement of John Lahr’s magisterial book, Tennessee Williams: Mad Pilgrimage Of The Flesh is that it’s one bewitching writer’s journey into the lives – public and private – of another.
EXCLUSIVE: Literary biographies tend to be either too literary or too biographical: so artful as to be ruined by artifice or so bogged down in minutiae they’re a challenge to pleasure.
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