The first half of David Dalton's acclaimed biography of James Dean is by no means perfect, nor accurate, yet for the most part is actually quite good. When focused enough, Dalton paints a vidid impression of who James Dean might have been, and what his life was life during his too brief twenty four years on this earth. Unfortunately, "James Dean, the Mutant King: A Biography" reveals more about the author than it does its subject matter.
On a positive note, David Dalton utilized plenty of research and had interviewed (or had access to interviews with) a wide collection of family, friends, girlfriends, lovers, work associates. This resulted in a compelling portrait of James Dean: the orphaned child of the midwest who found his home in the arts and achieved great heights before tragically losing his life on September 30, 1955 on the road in California. The author's educated prose (at its best) gets under your skin and consciousness to the point where you find yourself enjoying "James Dean, the Mutant King: A Biography" without understanding why.
...but then, David Dalton breaks his own spell. Perhaps in an effort to impress, the author insisted on flexing his pretentious, literary muscles by quoting ancient, old and modern literature on constant basis in order to further explain a point or a philosophy. The author quotes fragments from poems, plays, essays, songs and books from legendary writers to obscure writers to members of a James Dean fan club. It's one thing for a biographer to use selective quotation to emphasize an aspect of a subject matter, it's another thing when a biographer uses such an abundance of quotations from other writers that one wonders if the biographer is either too lazy, or too incompetent to write words of his own.
The last quarter of "James Dean, the Mutant King: A Biography" is a complete disaster. Whatever good David Dalton provided in the book is wiped away clean with his choice of closing his James Dean biography with over 30 pages of excruciatingly dull ramblings and quotations involving the cult of James Dean that lives on past his death. The author gets so lost with his fascination of the James Dean fan clubs and cults and merchandising that he seemed to have forgotten what his book was about. Proving the point, the author makes sure to include a detailed James Dean "Discography" in the closing pages...a full list of all film soundtrack released as well as tribute songs made to James Dean after his death. Um...WHAT?
Worse, there are the errors. Nothing gets my cow more than a non-fiction book that is sloppily written, edited and fact-checked. The mistakes in "James Dean, the Mutant King: A Biography" are sometimes forgivable, sometimes glaring. Stunt driver Bill Hickman befriended James Dean while working on GIANT as a dialect coach? Nope. Did not happen. James Dean actually meeting his hero Montgomery Clift? When? Because there is zero evidence of such. How bout James Dean liking Elvis Presley's music...in 1955?? How bout some fact-checking people?! David Dalton casually throws out these random false tidbits as if he knew what he was talking about it, which he clearly did not. Makes me question the whole book's validity.
"James Dean, the Mutant King: A Biography" shows that in the end, and despite good intentions, a biographer can lose his (or her) way in an attempt to reach far and wide in order to fully understand their subject matter to the fullest extent. What WAS good in David Dalton's writing worked wonders, yet what was bad and unforgivable were the author's hubris and insanity, which drove the book in too many distant directions and too often inspired me to leap out of a moving car and do something else with my time.