Review: Surprise Lessons From John Lithgow’s ‘Stories by Heart’


You wouldn’t guess that from the opening of “Haircut,” in which a professionally logorrheic barber entertains a new customer with tales of life in his two-bit town. There’s this practical joker, you see, and this gal who won’t give him the time of day and this doctor she likes and so on. But the story soon asserts itself, or rather insinuates itself, as a scathing indictment of good-old-boy-ism: the barely civilized tradition of men playing tricks on one another and arranging nasty traps (including marriage) for women.

That’s all in the Lardner, but Mr. Lithgow adds another emotional channel by showing us how the barber, himself a good old boy, is implicated in the nastiness he pretends only to describe. An astonishing collection of laughs — whinnies, giggles, squeals, snorts, heaves — gradually colors the narrative, until this seemingly harmless man becomes, in effect, not just a witness to savagery, but also an accessory.

The seemingly harmless man I mean is the one in Lardner’s story, but the same thought applies to the quite real man who plays him. The ease with which Mr. Lithgow inhabits the character, merely untucking his shirt to suggest a barber’s smock, hints at the way all effective storytellers are complicit in their stories.

So there is a touch of pathos in learning, from Mr. Lithgow’s personal patter, that he first got to know “Haircut” when his father read it to him and his siblings during their peripatetic childhood. Arthur Lithgow, himself a man of the theater, with a “plummy voice and husky smell,” spent his life teaching and acting and opening Shakespeare festivals around the Midwest, moving often to stay one step ahead of ruination.


In “Stories by Heart” Mr. Lithgow reads — and embodies — works by Ring Lardner and P.G. Wodehouse. Credit Sara Krulwich/The New York Times

With however much love the younger Lithgow daubs the memory — and “Stories by Heart” is in essence a son’s tribute — he cannot quite overpaint the other colors of that exciting life, just as the barber cannot help revealing more than he intends.

And then in the second act, as the fiction gets lighter, the memoir gets darker. We now learn more about Arthur Lithgow at the end of his life, when depression almost completed the job disease had started. Seeking to raise Arthur’s spirits as he hovered on the threshold of his final illness (he died in 2004), John Lithgow started reading aloud to his father the same stories his father had once read aloud to him.

The one that turned the key to the elder Lithgow’s mood was the Wodehouse, and if it doesn’t turn the key to yours, you are not susceptible to British literary humor. Like all of Wodehouse’s best tales, “Uncle Fred Flits By” is utter nonsense, a tightly plotted farce made of thin air.

In this one, the first of a series published from 1935 to 1961, readers are introduced to a nervous Londoner named Pongo Twistleton, whose orderly life is disarrayed by the visit of his peremptory and mischievous uncle Fred from the country. A day trip to Fred’s ancestral home — now a suburban development of semidetached houses — leads to all kinds of impostures and adventures involving an unhappy young woman, her disapproving parents, her “pink” fiancé and a conspiratorial parrot.

Wodehouse isn’t as easy to read aloud as Lardner, but Mr. Lithgow takes a great deal of pleasure in mapping sentences whose verbs are barely in earshot of their subjects. And he revels in Dadaist assemblages like this one: “I know if someone came to me and said ‘Jelly this eel!’ I should be nonplused.” Yet the Wodehouse, for all its airy wit, is not about nothing: It too is a story of deception, only in this case the kind that delivers delicious comeuppance to the puffed-up and slow-witted.

And what could feel more current, more worthwhile, in the first cold days of 2018 than that? The imagination, Mr. Lithgow wants us to know, is a powerful weapon if we don’t let it go dull.

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