When he was 16, Hoffman was given a collection of American plays. It included Death of a Salesman. "I'd never read a play, so I read that play and I had a kind of small breakdown," he said. "I would walk around just suddenly bursting into tears every once in a while."
There are certain plays that stay in the mind. More than that, there are plays that change the direction of people's lives. Death of a Salesman is such a work. Tony Kushner saw his own mother play Linda Loman in a Louisiana community theater production of the play and later recalled that it was at that moment that he decided he wanted to be a playwright.
John Guare's father, a member of the American Legion who had seen Miller listed in Red Channels as a subversive, took his son to see the same play. It was only then that Guare discovered his father had once been a salesman. He never spoke of it again. "What was it that so transfixed my father that it compelled this vice-chairman of Americanism not only to break his vows of battling the forces of international Communism and see this story by this man in Red Channels, but also risk taking his kid to it? What was he trying to tell me? To this day, Death of a Salesman remains the most mysterious play I've ever read or seen." It was a play, however, that for a moment opened a door, previously closed, between father and son.
In England, a teenage Harold Pinter was taken to the play by his parents because they had heard that a Jewish play was coming to town. It was an evening he never forgot, later becoming a good friend of his fellow playwright. In prewar Rhodesia, a young Doris Lessing read the play and thought it spoke to her and her times. When she finally saw it on stage on moving to London, it "shocked and electrified, as it had done on the page."
When David Mamet, who would write a stunning play about salesmen, saw it he confessed to Miller that "you have written the story of my father and me," only to be told that many others had told him the same, a Chinese woman explaining that it was the story of her mother and herself.
It is 60 years since Miller wrote Death of a Salesman in a small cabin he had built himself in the Connecticut hills. As he wrote, there were no tears, only laughter at Willy Loman's contradictions. The night I sat beside him, he laughed all over again, as did the audience, until the curtain fell. Then, in the stunned silence that invariably follows this play (which Miller said was about a love affair—between a father and son and between both of them and an America in which they desperately wish to believe), there comes the sound of barely stifled sobs as a connection is made between this failed salesman and those who watch, according him the attention he once craved and which his wife, Linda, demands for him.
Christopher Bigsby is a British literary analyst and novelist, with more than 40 books to his credit. He is currently a professor of American studies at the University of East Anglia in Norwich, U.K.