G
ORDON
T
HOMPSON
J
AMES
B
ALDWIN
came alive as never be-
fore in Karen Thorsen’s documentary
James Baldwin: The Price Of The
Ticket
, first released in 1990 and rereleased
on its 25th anniversary in a newly restored
print. Doubly enhanced by the collaboration
of the late Maya Angelou, who provided
live readings of Baldwin’s work and acted
as scholar–advisor for the original film, this
refurbished and brightened version of the
documentary fleshes out Baldwin’s tactile
characteristics in a manner rarely captured
by any of his literary biographers. Here his
fey appearance—gay affect, clipped vocal
mannerisms, and mincing steps—warms
the heart.
A voiceover of Baldwin’s social and po-
litical wisdom accompanies the opening
credits that lead directly to scenes from
Baldwin’s funeral service at St. John the Di-
vine in Morningside Heights, beside Co-
lumbia University. The
cathedral’s magnificent, tower-
ing ceiling competes with large
African drums set at the foot of
the altar sending majestic per-
cussive proclamations echoing
off the walls. This sublime dis-
sonance is enhanced by the
clergy in high liturgical garb
moving between the celebrants
toward the African-attired per-
cussionists. The celebratory
though subdued mood of the
congregation also contrasted
with the vision of Baldwin’s
mother, inconsolably contorted
though held in check by griev-
ing relatives.
Thorsen whisks us away from this ex-
traordinary cacophony associated with his
death back to Baldwin’s early years. With
the assistance of historical footage inter-
spersed with enactments and commentary
from then living writers, the film touches
down on Baldwin’s birthplace in Harlem on
Park Avenue, offering a vision of his intimi-
dating father and the 135th Street library,
where he assiduously taught himself world
literature. We learn again that he began to
write creatively from at least the age of
eight, that P.S. 24 was his grammar school,
and Central Holiness Church of Harlem his
spiritual foundation.
While I enjoyed these memories, the film
also revealed aspects of Baldwin’s body to
which I had paid very little attention.
Though I had met him once, I did not recall
how short he was: a small, lower body
topped by a boyish chest and shoulders
upon which rested a formidable head. His
wide, otherwise notable nose is overshad-
owed by his inescapably wide, bulging
eyes. The well-recognized wrinkles of his
forehead are shown to deepen over time,
producing those ever-present, intensely
etched horizontal furrows that, in turn, in-
tersect with increasingly pronounced verti-
cal creases that plunge down to just above
the bridge of his nose. These features speak
to his state of deep contemplation that
seemed almost perpetual. Overall, I was
taken by Baldwin’s lithe physicality as jux-
taposed against his sharp jeremiads.
Suddenly, a familiar African-American
trope slices the air as Baldwin reveals that
once a waitress refused to serve him, explic-
itly attributing her decision to his color, thus
triggering a crisis in his early psychic life.
The full impact of Jim Crow appears to
have entered his consciousness at that mo-
ment, rocking his basic sense of self. The
many similar slights that would follow in
the wake of this epiphany Baldwin would
later, during his time in France and Turkey,
“vomit up.”
From Paris to Algiers, to Turkey, and to
the south of France, viewers witness the
great drinker and smoker, indeed the iconic
wielder of cigarettes: here Bette Davis had
nothing on Baldwin. Scenes of international
locales divert us as Baldwin makes his way
from place to place, affording spectators a
view of his positions on a range of topics—
his compassion for the French Algerian un-
derclass and his appreciation of traditional
Turkish culture, for example. Clearly, Bald-
win’s reasons for travel were not those of a
tourist; unfamiliar places helped him to see
himself more clearly.
The film focuses on a number of his nov-
els, such as
Giovanni’s Room, Go Tell It on
the Mountain, Another Country,
and
If
Beale Street Could Talk
, along with his play
Blues for Mister Charlie
. Baldwin may
have sharpened his craft prior to writing
these powerful books while working as a
book reviewer. He indicates that most of the
volumes he reviewed were about race rela-
tions—scholarship, one might say, that al-
lowed him to explore such issues more
broadly than he otherwise might have even
while honing his writing skills.
The choice of Maya Angelou to narrate
portions of Baldwin’s works—her melliflu-
ent tones heard throughout—ratchets up the
historical significance of this film im-
mensely. Also featured is writer and poet
Amiri Baraka, who offers searing political
and social commentary and a summation of
Baldwin’s life and politics. We’re reminded
of the enormous impact that the assassina-
tions of Martin Luther King, Jr., Medgar
Evers, Robert Kennedy, and Malcolm X had
on Baldwin’s artistic sensibility. In light of
these volatile issues and
events, Baldwin challenged,
not necessarily self-avowed
racists, but liberal Ameri-
cans who were blind to their
paternalism and ignorance
in the face of black oppres-
sion. To paraphrase one
commentator, Baldwin was
“telling white America what
it means to be black.” The
film reveals that Baldwin
remained tuned in to his
need to shine a light on
black life and assist those
of good faith with an inter-
est in eradicating racial
oppression.
I cannot recall another documentary on a
black writer that contained such breadth and
resonance. Scenes of Baldwin asleep, in his
underwear, walking down the street, talking
to children, visiting bars, etc.—his resplen-
dent soul always down-to-earth—were lov-
ingly and delicately recorded in this film. A
deeply humble man, he never strove for
anything that would take him above the dig-
nity of his mother, despite his celebrity sta-
tus. For this reason, one might wonder at
the pomp and circumstance at the Cathedral
of St. John the Divine in celebration of his
passing. He was a man of the people, work-
ing in the vineyard to speak the truth as he
knew it.
Gordon Thompson is professor of English
and African American Studies at City Col-
lege of New York.
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