POSITIVELY 4th STREET
The Lives and Times of Joan Baez, Bob Dylan,
Mimi Baez Farina and Richard Farina
By David Hajdu
Readers looking for a nostalgia trip in Positively 4th Street - a sunny return visit to Greenwich Village in the early '60s, with its coffeehouses and folkies and poetry readings - will be surprised if not disappointed. David Hajdu is far too clear-minded and honest a writer to serve up sentimental pabulum. Instead, he has written a book about ambition and image-making, the central passage of which is to be found in his account of Bob Dylan's "first major work of imagination - his own persona."
Hajdu writes:
"Performers had always changed their names and adopted professional images that diverged from their biographies. Indeed, transformation has always been part of the American idea: in the New World, anyone can become a new person. The irony of Robert Zimmerman's metamorphosis into Bob Dylan lies in the application of so much illusion and artifice in the name of truth and authenticity. Archie Leach and Norma Jean Baker became Cary Grant and Marilyn Monroe when they went into show business; but folk [music] was supposed to be neither business nor show. Embraced as an alternative to mainstream commercial entertainment by a generation that considered itself smarter and more serious than its predecessors, the folk movement propagated an aesthetic of veracity. It ostensibly celebrated the rural and the natural, the untrained, the unspoiled - the pure. . . . Folk would accommodate [ambitious middle-class kids] and their ambitions, no matter who they really were, as long as they could create the illusion of artlessness, and Bob did so giftedly."
So too did Joan Baez, with whom Dylan had a prolonged affair that paid handsome dividends for his career, and so did Richard Farina, who systematically -- if not outright schemingly -- "capitalized on his personal associations for self-advancement." Though none was a child of privilege, all came from reasonably comfortable circumstances yet found it in their interests to fictionalize their middle-class histories (as Dylan and Farina did) or simply ignore them (as Baez did). In order to accommodate the "folk aesthetic," which by the late '50s was becoming popular among "young people seeking their own identity in the shadow of the World War II generation," they reinvented themselves as faithful to the "antihero mythos -- a sense of the music as the property of outcasts, drawn in part from the idiom's romantic portrayal of bad men and underdogs, murderers hanged, lovers scorned, and in part from the mystique surrounding folk characters such as Woody Guthrie, the hobo roustabout, and Leadbelly, an ex-convict."
Baez came first. She was still a teenager when, in 1958, she began singing in the coffeehouses that were springing up around Boston, but she had an adult's drive and purposefulness. Blessed with a distinctive voice -- "a ringing mezzo-soprano with an unusually forceful vibrato" -- she quickly learned how to project "an air of regality or ethereality"; she also learned how to sing other singers' songs, copying their arrangements, intonations and interpretations, and picking up a number of rivals, if not enemies, along the way. She developed an "image," in her own words, "of innocence and purity," and she "took that image very seriously," playing it for all it was worth in her singleminded campaign to become Queen of Folk: "I remember thinking, when people compared me and my image to the Virgin Mary, 'That sounds good to me. Hey -- that took her pretty far.' "
But the shamelessness of her ambition was nothing by contrast to Farin~a's. Smart, charming, likeable, handsome, forceful, charismatic, he got to Cornell in the 1950s and quickly established a literary reputation. He "cultivated relationships with faculty members and fellow students who he thought could help realize his literary dreams." Among the former was Herbert Gold, and among the latter was Thomas Pynchon, who remained his friend thereafter; Pynchon's contributions to this book -- he communicated with Hajdu via fax -- are perceptive, affectionate, and uniformly engaging.
Part of Farina’s problem was that he had too many talents and didn't seem to know which to develop. When, in 1963, he married Baez's younger sister, Mimi, herself a gifted guitarist and singer, he veered off into a strange musical career of his own, but his real gift was for writing, as the publication in 1966 of his only novel, Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me, made plain.
Farina died in a motorcycle accident days after the book came out. His death, like Buddy Holly's and Jimmy Dean's, was instantly romanticized and remains so to this day, but it is difficult to become infatuated with the Farina mythology after reading Hajdu's account of his life and career. This is not to say that Hajdu is unsympathetic to Farina -- quite to the contrary, he finds much to like in him, not least that "he revelled in the act of living" -- but that the evidence Hajdu presents tends to convict him on his own. As Farina began to court Mimi Baez, her sister Joan saw him as "a glory-hungry bluebeard who had to be stopped before he hurt the whole Baez family." Though she later revised that view, there seems ample reason -- "Guess what?" he shouted to a friend. "I'm going to marry Joan Baez's sister!" -- to believe that Joan was the prize he had his eyes on, and that Mimi, who seems to have loved him absolutely, was yet another person to be used in the furtherance of his ambitions.
Obviously the most accomplished of the four people at the centre of Hajdu's tale is Dylan, and also the most enigmatic. Though Hajdu does write about the evolution of his music, his principal focus is on Dylan's relationship with Baez. It seems to have been a singular mixture of personal affection, sexual attraction, and mutual exploitation. Dylan was little known but passionately ambitious when, in 1961, Farina told him that Baez could be "your ticket, man," and added with transcendent cynicism: "All you need to do, man, is start screwing Joan Baez." Two years later the two appeared together at the Monterey Folk Festival in California, she invited him to visit her house nearby in the Carmel Highlands, and by that summer they were having an affair.
To what extent Dylan entered it in Farina’s spirit and to what extent genuine feelings and desires were involved presumably never will be known. Dylan didn't talk to Hajdu; and Baez, though she did, can speak only for her own emotions. There can be no doubt, though, that once they began appearing together in public, once she began singing his songs, once their romance became an item for folkie gossip and wish-projection, Dylan's career took off. Though one would like to think that Dylan's motives were decent as well as opportunistic, he certainly would not be the first person to use the casting couch for career advantage. He admitted as much when he told his biographer Robert Shelton, "I rode on Joan, man. You know? I'm not proud of it."
All in all, not a pretty picture. Whether this orgy of backscratching, sabotaging and coattail-riding produced enough music and literature of merit to justify how it was created and promoted is no doubt in the ears of the listener and the eyes of the beholder. As one who can scarcely remember Farina’s novel, who cannot abide the sound of Joan Baez's voice (not to mention her infantile politics), and who regards Dylan as wildly overrated, I obviously have my own opinions. But that is not the point of this book, or at least does not seem so to me. Positively 4th Street is about the real world in which "art" often gets made, a world where cynicism and exploitation and self-dramatization are as commonplace as they are in the supposedly less exalted world that the rest of us inhabit. It is also a book about the self-delusion of the '60s counterculture, in which middle-class ambition and self-interest played at least as large a role as peace and love and flowers.