The book: “Serling: The Rise and Twilight of TV’s Last Angry Man” by Gordon F. Sander.
The reviews: by Carlin Romano and Gene Grey.
Serling: TV’s Last Angry Man
BY CARLIN ROMANO
Published in the Albany Times Union, February 21, 1993
You are traveling through another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination.
That’s the signpost up ahead. Your next stop?
THE WORLD OF 1950s TELEVISION.
The man seated before you is Rodman Edward Serling, born on Christmas Day 1924 and fated to be the somber, haunting host and creator of “The Twilight Zone,” the most enduring, idiosyncratic classic in four decades of television.
Those tail-finned Buicks, passing outside his window indicate that the time is late in the Golden Age of Television, an era in which the volatile Rod Serling is a famous writer of live network theater. But the short, dark, preternaturally intense figure you are watchingâ€”a four-pack-a-day smoker said to write television scripts in four hours and destined to be the author of more than 200â€”is not the confident, oracular presence who will become familiar to millions, his hands clasped professorially before him.
For this man is angrier, nervier, more vulnerable to tragedy. A man whose ambition to be a serious writer, whose passion for morality in drama will clash with his own lust for fame and celebrity and the imperatives of an industry he helped to launch. A regrettable consequence of divided principles, but an inevitable one. Lesson to be learnedâ€”in “The Twilight…”
That is, in “Serling: The Rise and Twilight of Television’s Last Angry Man” by Gordon F. Sander (E.P. Dutton). Possibly the highest compliment one can pay Sander, a cultural journalist and scholar who has now produced the first major biography of one of TV’s immortalsâ€”a superb oneâ€”is that he manages to avoid Serling imitations himself. It’s not easy.
Instead, this Marymount Manhattan College teacher, who conducted more than 220 interviews in piecing together Serling’s fast and frenetic career, re-creates a Serling unfamiliar to many contemporary viewers who know the one-time “golden boy” of TV writing only for his provocative scripts, spooky lead-ins and sober narration on “Twilight Zone” reruns:
- The 5’4″ native and proud Jewish son of Binghamton, who never quite accepted either his Judaism or his height. (He converted to Unitarianism and wore elevator shoes for his “Twilight Zone” appearancesâ€”the camera cut him off mid-thigh because he wouldn’t permit himself to be filmed full-frame.)
- The ardent paratrooper and twice-wounded veteran of World War II battles in the Philippines who repeatedly drew on his war experiences in script after script.
- The star of late ’50s TV writing who became a savage opponent of McCarthyism, sponsor censorship of TV content and his own CBS network, leading the industry magazine Television Age to call him TV’s leading critic in 1961.
One distraught veteran of Hollywood success, winner of six consumed by a sense of being a has-been in the decade after “The Twilight Zone’s” cancellation, accepting every offer from game shows to corporate flecking, finally hawking Crest and Echo floor wax before dying during open-heart surgery at age 50.
World War II prompted the 18-year old Serling to enlist in the Army in the hope of becoming a paratrooper, triggering a long-standing attraction to daredevil activities. (In his early work years after the war, Serling earned extra money by testing parachutes.) According to just about every Serling friend that Sander talked us the would-be writer’s service in New Guinea and the Philippinesâ€”during which many in his outfit were killed and Serling watched one of his best friends decapitated by a food crate dropped from a cargo planeâ€”formed his character as did no other experience in his lifetime.
Serling broke into New York TV by writing broadcast plays that Sander describes as “Ibsenesque” in their social bite. “Patterns,” his 1955 indictment of corporate mentality, made Serling famous. “The Rack,” that same year, examined treason, torture and a prisoner of war’s psychology. “Requiem for a Heavyweight” (1956) studied a washed-up fighter. All three demonstrated a skill at probing moral ambiguities that made advertisers nervous.
By the end on the decade, Serling enjoyed national fame as one of Hollywood’s hottest writers, a well-tanned media star who lived in a nine-room house and drew huge fees for his work. But he was also respected for not fearing controversy. In 1954, he fired off an angry letter to the Cincinnati Inquirer, castigating it for supporting Sen. Joseph McCarthy. After “Patterns” won acclaim in 1955, the Wall Street Journal labeled him a Marxist.
But Serling kept up his criticisms of corporate interference in TV. He joined forces with Edward H. Morrow, fellow CBS rebel, in denouncing what he considered the runaway greed of the networks, backing Murrow’s blistering observation that “I can find nothing in the Bill of Rights or the Communications Act which says that they must increase their net profits each year, lest the Republic collapse.”
Serling’s anger turned to contempt in 1958 after “Playhouse 90” permitted the toning down of “A Town Has Turned to Dust,” an attempt to face racial prejudice head-on.
“A final note to any aspiring television writers,” he wrote in a magazine article. “Do westerns and make your horses gray, and if you have any burning desire to write of anything that has two sides to it, do a magazine piece on window cleaning.”
Serling’s five glory years producing “The Twilight Zone,” From 1959 to 1964, insulated him somewhat form the decline in serious TV drama. Increasingly presenting himself as a good network soldier, he managed to get his liberal social messages through largely unscathed on “The Twilight Zone,” often in his brief closing narrations.
Once Jim Aubrey became boss of CBS, Sander explains, Serling’s days were numbered. In the opinion of Buzz Kulik, onetime “Zone” director, Aubrey “changed the entire complexion of television, much for the worse. He was the one who killed live television because it was not financially remunerative compared with situation comedies.” Opposed to Serling’s auteur approach to TV, Aubrey eventually canceled “Twilight Zone” as well. In January 1964, only weeks after his 39th birthday: Serling learned that it would not he renewed for a sixth season.
“Unfortunately,” Sander writes, “Rod Serling never did really figure out whet he wanted to do with his life after the demise of “The Twilight Zone.”‘ He accepted almost every offer of work and damaged his earlier “statesmen of TV” image by agreeing to do embarrassing commercials.
Although a few good days remainedâ€”a brief term as president of the National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences and a short comeback in the early ’70s with “Night Gallery”â€”Sander’s account of the last 11 years of Serling’s life teems with humiliations: the one-time golden boy’s failures as a screen and TV writer, charges of plagiarism against him by several science-fiction writers, a widespread belief in the industry that he would sell his “Twilight Zone” persona to any bidder. On all these matters, Sander remains sympathetic but blunt.
The heart of “Serling,” in any case, is its kinescope of a rare TV writer who actually tried, for any time at all, to explore that place “between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge.”
The Binghamton Press & Sun-Bulletin of March 7, 1993 saddles Gene Grey’s heartfelt column with a double-take headline. Hint: “author”=”biographer”Gene Grey:
Serling Fans think author was too grim
“You’re not one of those people there who think (Rod) Serling is some sort of demigod, are you?” asked Gordon F. Sander, with the tone of a man who thinks he’s been somewhat abused.
Granted, he did not receive the cooperation of Rod Serling’s widow in writing Serling: The Rise and Twilight of Television’s Last Angry Man. (Dutton, $23)
He was referring to old Binghamton friends of the Twilight Zone creator when he was growing up here, and some members of the Rod Serling Foundation who at first cooperated with Sander and then pulled back when Carol Serling let it be known the book did not have her approval.
A Cornell University graduate who met Serling once briefly when the writer and his wife were dining at The Station restaurant in Ithaca, Sander says he has nothing but great respect and admiration for Serling, who died in June 1975.
It will give you some idea of where Sander is at by saying the question he asked in that brief encounter was whether Serling thought there was a “future for surreal television.” Sander said Serling answered at some length while “. . . Mrs. Serling scowled nearby.” (A proper reaction, I might suggest, for someone interrupting a dinner.)
The book has not been met with bonhomie by local Serling buffs, who detect a certain effort by Sander to paint a rather darker portrait than his local friends recall. Sander responds by noting the more than 220 sources he interviewed, but some of his points seem to have a petulant edge.
Did the fact that he slurped his coffee really suggest he craved attention, as Sander claims author Dominick Dunne thought? Or that he appropriated ideas, the only evidence being that once Serling settled a lawsuit out of court? And the one that really irks Serling’s friends, that he was a womanizer, when only one woman is referred to by name?
Or, in the words of Helen Foley. once Serling’s teacher, “So what?” What has that got to do with Serling’s career?
The impression I got from reading the book is that Sander tried to juice up the biography to make it more commercial. I will grant Sander’s considerable research and particularly his extensive video and film listings at the book’s end, which should prove invaluable to future television historians.
I do take exception, though, to Sander’s view that somehow Serling gave up on television, abandoning it for the more lucrative field of motion picture writing. It is true that a lot of his later projects didn’t get off the drawing board, but that is the rule, not the exception, in both television and movies.
It’s my impression, what with the turn to westerns, sitcoms, and detectives and away from live dramas and anthology programs like Playhouse 90, that television abandoned Serling.
To answer Sander’s question, no, I do not think Serling is a demigod. But having met and interviewed him a couple of times in his later years, l saw him as a hypnotic speaker, brimming with ideas, a political activist and a man who truly enjoyed coming back to his old hometown. He was also a man who died too soon.
Oh, if there is a second edition, I suggest the author correct his references to “West Falls Junior High School.” As far as anyone around here can determine, until it became West Middle School, it was always West Junior High.
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