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Agent provocateur

The Man Who Invented Rock Hudson The Pretty Boys and Dirty Deals of Henry Willson Robert Hofler Carroll & Graf: 468 pp., $26.95

November 06, 2005|John Rechy | John Rechy is the author of many novels; his most recent book is "Beneath the Skin: The Collected Essays."

ALMOST everyone in the underground world of gay bars in the 1950s knew Rock Hudson was gay. Even if he had not been unabashedly public in his cruising -- the Farmers Market at 2 a.m. -- he would have been suspect during those years of closetry simply because he was one of a stable of handsome (or "pretty") young men whom Henry Willson, a notorious and powerful agent, plucked out of everywhere and transformed into screen heartthrobs with unlikely names -- Guy, Tab, Rory, Troy.

None was more famous than Hudson. According to Robert Hofler's knowledgeable "The Man Who Invented Rock Hudson: The Pretty Boys and Dirty Deals of Henry Willson," Willson gave Hudson etiquette lessons at famous restaurants (forbidding him to gather up the dinner dishes), taught him how to speak seductively (by forcing him to scream with a sore throat), had his teeth straightened and supported him in style during a probationary period. Afterward, he lived luxuriously off Hudson's stardom and that of his other clients, until almost all fired him.

Legend holds that Willson had sex with all his discoveries. That is unlikely. Many were not gay (although some of those may well have been available), and others resisted his overtures. Still, Willson's fame was such that squads of hopeful young men, gay or not, were eager to accept his terms -- and definitely not because of his physical appearance. ("He had the silhouette of Alfred Hitchcock," remarked Race Gentry, one of Willson's finds.)

What remains astonishing about Hudson is that the rest of the world had to wait more than 30 years -- until the tragedy of AIDS -- to learn that this ultra-masculine romantic hero was gay. To achieve necessary concealment at a time when reputations were smashed by the merest rumors of homosexuality, Willson and studio heads reportedly resorted to hiring thugs to threaten potential blackmailers.

The studios also dictated rigorous public behavior, particularly for their gay stars. A cadre of young actresses accompanied them to Hollywood events, often as the purported objects of courtship; Terry Moore, Vera-Ellen, Natalie Wood and others were photographed with gay dates. Gossip columnist Louella Parsons announced spurious romances, including one between Willson and the nation's first daughter Margaret Truman. After hints of impending exposure, Hudson married Phyllis Gates, Willson's secretary.

Those protective subterfuges were occurring during the Red witch hunts, initiated by the House Un-American Activities Committee and continued by Sen. Joseph McCarthy, a campaign that began by exposing "Commies" and turned to exposing "queers" in government. It was a dangerous time, and one that Hofler evokes vividly. Even the FBI became involved in an investigation of Hudson's sex activities, despite the fact that bureau insiders suspected that their boss, J. Edgar Hoover, was a homosexual.

Exposure was not the only reason for hiding. Homosexual sex between consenting adults was punishable by years in prison. Men dancing with each other in clubs might be arrested for lewd conduct. A vice squad raid on an innocuous pajama party in the Los Angeles suburb of Walnut Park netted Arthur Gelien, who later became Tab Hunter.

Wily maneuvers (not dealt with in this book) sometimes thwarted such arrests. At a club in Topanga Canyon, lights flashing off and on warned same-sex couples on the dance floor to shift partners, whereupon gay men would dance with lesbians, a legal pairing. A pianist at a gay bar in Hollywood would try embarrassing the invaders by breaking into the "Wedding March" whenever a cop (in black) and a member of the Navy's shore patrol (in white) were spotted walking down the stairs together.

Hofler chronicles Willson's life of privilege, revealing the agent's paradoxical right-wing attitudes (he was dismayed by the Senate's censure of McCarthy) and his intrigues to obtain power -- conspiracies hatched in such fabled Hollywood nightclubs as Cafe Trocadero and the Mocambo. He describes, as well, the sexual antics of powerful studio heads: David O. Selznick searched magazines for pictures of pretty girls, whom Willson would then bring to him for private auditions. "There is no expense, as she is coming to Los Angeles in two weeks to visit her brother," he assured Selznick about one such liaison. Harry Cohn of Columbia had a passageway built connecting his office to the dressing rooms of his contract actresses. Darryl F. Zanuck of 20th Century-Fox stopped his workday at 4 p.m. for private "interviews" with would-be starlets. Unlike Willson's proteges, few of the aspirants thus auditioned by Selznick, Cohn and Zanuck ever appeared in movies.

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