This next book on my list of survivors is an oddity, a novel that wasn’t meant to be one. In the late 1940’s author Graham Greene and film-maker Carol Reed were looking for a new project. Their previous collaboration–The Fallen Idol, based on a Green short story–had been a great success. They wanted to follow up with another film and Greene had the germ of a story in mind. What was needed was to turn that idea into a screenplay. But as Greene explains in the preface, he did not want to finish creating his story in the “dull shorthand of a script.” He had to write it as a prose story first. Once the novel version was done, Greene and Reed reworked it into a script, making a number of changes in the process.
The film version of The Third Man is on many lists of the greatest movies of all time. To understand why, you need only read Roger Ebert’s 1996 review. Directed by Reed with cinematography by Robert Krasker, it stars Orson Welles, Joseph Cotten, Alida Valli and Trevor Howard. Music for the film was written and performed by zither musician Anton Karas. We have to credit Carol Reed for putting it all together, for insisting on shooting on location in postwar Vienna, for discovering Anton Karas playing in a beer hall and hiring him to create the sound track, for working with Krasker to create the expressionistic visuals, for allowing Welles to add one of the film’s best monologs, and for insisting on a less happy ending than the one Greene had proposed. But credit Greene for accepting and approving Reed’s ideas, and of course for the fact that his story, the one presented in the novel version, was where it all began.
My project here, as I stated long ago when I started it, is to write something about each of the twenty or so novels that remain to me after the great purge, the day when I reduced my personal library from thirty-two feet of shelf space to just over four feet. When it recently came time for me to write about this particular book, my first reaction was dismay. What had I kept this thing? What on earth would I have to say about it? I realized after a while that I hadn’t kept the book just for itself. Instead, I had kept it as a symbol or stand-in for a whole complex of associations and ideas. For one thing, since the novel and movie versions are inseparable, the novel will always call up the most memorable aspects of the film, and that includes the presence of Orson Welles, a towering figure whose performance in The Third Man is one of the best of his career.
More importantly, perhaps, is the moral vision of the novel, the kind of vision that is seen in many of Greene’s books. It starts with the awareness that some very bad things are going on in the world. Those who are aware of the evil are of three main types. First there are the perpetrators, who see their personal benefit as far more important than the damage and suffering that their actions cause. Second there are the innocents, who are sure that by having a clear understanding and getting to the bottom of things, the evil can be ended. Third, there are the world-weary, the not-so-innocent, those who have learned that only certain small evils can ever really be ended and that the illusion of clarity can so easily mask complicity. In The Third Man, the American hero starts off in the second group and is dragged, ever so reluctantly, into the third.
For me there are important ideas here about personal morality, about the American identity, and about the relation of the United States to the rest of the world. In the U.S. we still like to go on and on about how we won World War 2. People who really lose a war can sometimes learn something from it. They might, for example, learn to be more careful: that a combination of greed, irrational fear, massive ignorance and buoyant optimism is a recipe for toxicity and self-destruction. Winners, though, learn very little. They believe that their own greed, fear and ignorance are non-problems. They remain optimistic and on the lookout for easy answers.
Another Graham Greene novel, The Quiet American, very clearly prefigures the whole disastrous American adventure in Vietnam. It was published in 1955 and tells of a young American CIA operative in Vietnam in the 1950’s who believes that he understands just what that country needs. He is perhaps well-intentioned, but his actions lead only to the deaths of many innocent people and to his own. A Hollywood movie based on the book was released in 1958. Predictably, the young American in the film has no connection with the CIA and his actions are all heroic victories over evil communist forces. On the romantic side, he rescues a beautiful young Vietnamese woman from a sordid affair with an older man, and the two live happily ever after. The young American was played by Audie Murphy and the Vietnamese woman by Italian actress Giorgia Moll. Greene was angry about seeing his story turned upside down and called it “a complete travesty.” Fortunately for us all, another movie version, a very good one, was made in 2002. It stars Michael Caine, Brendan Fraser, and Do Thi Hai Yen.
One last piece of all this is that Graham Greene is very closely associated with another of my favorite authors. In the great family tree of literature, John le Carré is a direct descendent of Greene, starting from a very similar moral vision and taking it to new levels of complexity and ambiguity.
So there you have it. This is what Greene’s rough draft for a seventy-year-old black and white movie means to me. It’s a good story that was made into a great film…and that resonates far beyond itself.