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Unmasking Frank Lloyd Wright

November 29, 1987|GARRY ABRAMS | Times Staff Writer

Somewhere out there Frank Lloyd Wright may be laughing.

At least Brendan Gill hopes so.

Gill would hate it if the ghost of that titan of architecture, who died in 1959 at age 92, is moping around the Great Beyond--simply because Gill's new biography paints Wright as a lying, profligate, ruthless, egocentric genius.

It certainly would be uncharacteristic, Gill says, noting fondly that embarrassment was one of the few things that did not come easily to his friend Wright.

"He didn't fear any future biography," Gills says as he slouches in a chair on a Beverly Hills hotel sun deck, discussing Wright's maddening elusiveness. "He seems not to have feared the fact that his own autobiography was a tissue of lies from beginning to end and that he was sure to be found out. Again and again in real life he was found out and he would never say anything except, 'Well, there you are.' . . . A liar who once challenged just goes on to something else is a hard man to pin down."

Some facts about Wright are beyond dispute, however. On a mundane level he is credited with such innovations as the carport. But Wright's fame generally is attributed to his adventurous, iconoclastic design spirit that created such unconventional buildings as New York's Guggenheim Museum. Houses designed by Wright--many are in Oak Park, Ill., where he practiced through the early years of this century--are maintained by owners as shrines to the architect. And it is widely suspected that Wright was the basis for the hero in Ayn Rand's monumental novel about an architect, "The Fountainhead."

Tourist Attractions

In short, Wright is a cult figure and, according to Gill, otherwise unremarkable towns can count on attracting tourists if they boast a Wright-designed building.

Gill has just published "Many Masks," a densely worded and illustrated account of Wright's long life, a life that produced uncounted monuments--and plans for monuments--to Wright's design vision.

It also was a life that produced a hard core of mystery.

Despite all the documentation of Wright's career, the testimonials of his friends, lovers, wives, enemies and disciples, Wright remains an enigma, Gill says.

"The greater you are, then the more essentially unknowable you are. Early on in the process of writing the book I decided that 'Many Masks' was the only appropriate title," he says. "I could provide a description of, and some documentation for, a variety of masks but I was very leery of attempting a psychobiography. . . . There just isn't enough known about anybody's inner life."

When it came to lying, Gill says cheerfully, Wright started early, shaving two years off his age by changing his birth date from 1867 to 1869. This is but one indication of Wright's obsession with image as detailed by Gill.

Almost shameless in his showmanship, Wright, a Wisconsin "rube" who became a sophisticate almost overnight, dressed with flair, often wearing a cape and a jaunty hat, according to Gill's biography. And he sought publicity the way hounds chase rabbits, Gill says. When he wasn't in the headlines because of a scandal such as abandoning his first wife and six children for another woman, Wright was busy building his legend by giving press conferences and courting reporters, including Gill.

Yet even in this he was a paradox. He often complained about having his picture taken and then would pose until the photographer was practically ready to drop, Gill writes.

For whatever reasons, that's the way it was with Wright, who was constantly inventing facts about himself--possibly including his name, too--says Gill.

Gill, 73, is perhaps best known as a former theater critic for the New Yorker magazine and for his book about that periodical, "Here at the New Yorker." He now writes a column on architecture for the magazine.

Gill is satisfied that the word genius is as close as he can come to understanding Wright, who he met and was charmed by in the architect's old age.

"Everybody makes a great puzzle out of where did Shakespeare come from and how could he possibly have written about kings and noblemen since he himself was from so circumscribed a background," Gill says. "That's perfectly nonsensical. If you're a genius you can do anything. . . . Frank was unbelievably well self-educated. He had read everything at a very early age and yet he was a poor student, a dropout. . . . America in the 19th Century was full of remarkable eccentrics and Frank passes for a very good example of an authentic American genius-eccentric."

Clearly, Gill is willing to forgive many of Wright's shortcomings.

"What I do feel strongly about is that Frank's apparent excesses--his wildness, his lying, his ruthlessness, his ransacking people (for money, ideas, love, adoration)--are also characteristics of many of us," he says. "But we don't get into history unless we start murdering people and getting into the tabloids. Dentists and truck drivers are much more troubled people in many cases than the great people."

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