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‘Badly composed, out of focus and technically incompetent’, or ‘a sad poem sucked out ofthe heart of America’ …which of these more accurately describes RobertFrank’s book The Americans ?TRANSCRIPT
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‘Badly composed, out of focus and technically incompetent’, or ‘a sad poem sucked out of the heart of America’ …which of these more accurately describes Robert
Frank’s book The Americans?
Teresa Cos
For decades critics have struggled to describe and understand Robert Frank’s book The
Americans, dissecting it from all the possible perspectives, such is the the enormous
impact this masterpiece continues to exert in contemporary history of photography. But it
comes to a point in which words seem to be inconclusive, as The Americans is such a
personal statement of one’s view of the world, that it is impossible to reduce it to
definitions. “A strange subliminal feeling is generated by the book because of this lack of
clear, rational - that is verbal - equivalent” (Cook 1982).
The Americans certainly is not “technically incompetent”, as we know that Frank, before
he set out on his journey through America, was a successful commercial photographer,
working for the most important magazines of that time such as Vogue and Fortune. There
is purpose and design behind the style of The Americans. Frank himself wrote that his
intention was “to produce an authentic contemporary document; the visual impact should
be such as will nullify explanation” (Frank 1958 ). Nor it is just “a sad poem”, as Kerouac
describes it in the introduction of the first American edition of the book. Kerouac himself
at a certain point seems to have no more words and just cries out “ The humour, the
sadness, the EVERYTHING-ness and American-ness of these pictures!”.
What makes The Americans a stand-alone work that inspired an entire generation of
photographers, such as Garry Winogrand and Lee Friedlander, is exactly this perfect
balance of opposite values: hope and sadness, intention and instinct and the clear choice
of a style able to give a sense of this duality of feelings. The book is so carefully
composed that it “can be recognised as an Anatomy which deftly dissects America, organ
by organ” (Cook 1986). Each photograph has such a specific place within the sequence
that just the thought of altering feels detrimental. At the same time the photographs are
linked to one another through so many different layers of significance that each time we
leaf through the book again, with the constant rhythm of the single page spread that
almost feels like a breath, we have the impression of being lost. “Frank’s ability to build a
series of single unrelated images to a crescendo of unnerving feelings is perhaps the
most masterful aspect of the book” (Cook 1986).
A clear example of this ability to evoke uncertain feelings through what it seems to be a
logical juxtaposition of images, is the sequence of five photographs that ends the central
section of the book. In “U.S. 91, leaving Blackfoot, Idaho” (Fig. 1) Frank depicts two
young men in the interior of a car (actually his own - Frank picked them up from the street
while they were hitchhiking and let them drive) staring determinedly towards their
journey. This shot is followed by “St. Petersburg, Florida” (Fig. 2), which shows a group of
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elderly people in the foreground sitting back-to-back on benches and in the background “is
a streaking car—perhaps one carrying the Idaho youth—off to new horizons and
possibilities” (Cotkin 1985). The next shot, “Covered Car—Long Beach, California” (Fig. 3)
functions as a break, and demands contemplation. The car, covered in a white sheet that
reflects a blinding sun, stands still, immobile in the middle of the composition with the
palm tree shadow highlighting its symmetry. It is the only picture in the book in which
Frank lets the sun so sharply shape his subject. When we turn the page and see the next
shot, “U.S. 66, Arizona” (Fig. 4), we need to take a deep breath as we recognise the
image; the covered body of an accident victim mirrors the covered body of the car,
standing in the exact same central position. At this point we realise that the previous
three pictures used the subject of the car just as a formal reference, when in fact it
represents the great metaphor of life and death. “U.S. 285, New Mexico” (Fig. 5)
completes this circle by returning the viewer to the image of the road, restoring hope and
freedom, whilst retaining a sense of immense solitude and danger.
As a metaphorical foray into the pictorial representation of the Beat idiom, these
photographs capture much. They suggest freedom but always link it with death. We
are only alive to the endless possibilities of life when we are in the passing lane,
traveling fast, faster, faster. And yet, as we seek to avoid the rootedness of old age
and inertia, the time of non-discovery, we must always beware of that other car, the
car of death, immobility, old age, coming toward us as we speed into the passing
lane (Cotkin 1985).
In trying to justify this sense of frustration, sadness and, using Walker Evans’ words
“irony and detachment” that we perceive throughout the book, critics relate mainly to two
aspects of Frank’s biography. The first is the fact that Robert Frank was not an American.
As a European immigrant Frank carried cultural baggage throughout his journey, pointing
out all the contradictions to be found in such a young country, lacking in self-awareness
and incapable of self-criticism. That would in part explain the reason why in the first
instance the book was fervently repudiated by American critics.
As Americans we could not read it. What was depicted as crass was seen as social
commentary. Where the book points to class distinctions, we read economics.
Where Frank deals with pointed description, we see metaphors. And when Frank
explicitly doles out sarcasm, especially when he speaks to our littleness, we misread
him entirely because we are little, just as we are provincial and parochial. We are
backwards, barbaric, uneducated, but mainly uncultured. We are ill at ease in our
environment, we wear uniforms and costumes with dead seriousness, we mimic
Europeans without knowing why. We are reported to be classless, yet we draw
severe racial and economic distinctions. We are reach, yet we have needless
poverty. We pretend to sophistication, yet are spiritually impoverished (Cook 1982).
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The second aspect that relates Frank’s biography to The Americans powerful style and
ambiguity of content is the fact that he was deeply involved in the artistic environment he
was surrounded by in New York, and which he well knew: the Beat movement and the
Abstract Expressionist. Just one year after the French publication of The Americans Frank
started his career as a film director with the short film Pull My Daisy, in which he depicted
the Beat Generation using the same sort of spontaneity and improvisation that
characterised the Ginsberg and Kerouac movement. The Americans is “the visual
equivalent of the stream-of-consciousness writing of the 1950s American ‘Beat’
writers” (Badger 2004).
Frank was, moreover, the existential photographer par excellence. He said that he
had always had a "feeling of being outride." Photography allowed him to remain
outside; his art required no communication or connections with others: "I wouldn't
have to talk with anyone. . . . You're just an observer." Frank was the photographer
on the move, seizing the moment through an "instantaneous reaction to oneself."His
vision was self-professedly personal and emphasised feeling rather than
ratiocination. Like the Beats, Frank was not rooted to any one place, just as he was
not connected to any of his subjects; he was embarked upon a frenetic, nationwide
quest for self and subject (Cotkin 1985).
Here Cotkin adequately explains the first reaction of the American public to Frank’s
images of America. One writer, for example, has said that Frank “produced pictures that
look as if a kid had taken them while eating a Popsicle and then had them developed and
printed at the corner drugstore” (Papageorge 1981). It was not a criticism of the subject
matter. America simply didn’t have to be shown in this light, rough, grainy, careless and
lacking in composition. Gas stations, cemeteries, barber chairs, statues, political posters,
parked cars were all subjects already present in Walker Evans’ book American
Photographs, which Frank used as an “iconographical sourcebook for his own
pictures” (Papageorge 1981). But Frank had completely transformed what Evans had
done. Compared to the perfectly composed and carefully exposed large format pictures of
Evans, Frank’s photographs appeared almost improvised, “they had a sense of immediate
discovery about them, as if Frank’s passionate regard had compelled the world to return
him its most sorrowful truths” (Papageorge in Winogrand, G. 1977, Public Relations).
Truth. Probably this is what still strikes us so much about Frank’s book The Americans,
beyond all the possible interpretations. To return to the previous assumption, it is not just
the rough and immediate style or the careful choice of the subject which makes The
Americans so revealing of a country, but the intense antagonistic feelings that it is able to
raise. It works as a mirror for the contradictions of the country itself. Frank the European
immigrant, travelling without presumption or arrogance dynamically captures postwar
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America with its imagery of alienation, loneliness, mass culture forms and racial issues.
“Robert Frank’s fine flatulent black joke on American politics can be read as either farce or
anguished protest. It is possible that Frank himself was not sure which he
meant” (Szarkowski 1973). Frank justifies himself only once in the statement he wrote
shortly after the French publication of the book, explaining that is impossible for a
photographer to have an indifferent attitude towards life and that “criticism can come out
of love. It is important to see what is invisible to others—perhaps the look of hope or the
look of sadness” (Frank 1958 t). Again, hope and sadness, the two different sides of the
same coin.
After the publication of the American edition of The Americans Frank isolated himself
from the spotlight, trying to run from all the attention that his book was receiving and
reluctant to answer any questions regarding The Americans. Frank turned instead to a
career as a respected film director, returning from time to time to photography,
concentrating himself on the only thing he believed an artist can do: to look for the truth.
I think that truth, once you find it, is slippery like a fish. It’s hard to know, hard to
grasp. But there is no other motivation. You really want to express something that
reveals the truth as you know it. So when Mr. Hearst sends me to Kansas City,
America, I don’t want to be a journalist, I want to be myself, and express what I feel
about things (Frank 1996).
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Figures
Fig. 1: “U.S. 91, leaving Blackfoot, Idaho”
Fig. 2: “St. Petersburg, Florida”
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Fig. 3: “Covered Car—Long Beach, California
Fig. 4: “U.S. 66, Arizona”
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Fig. 5: “U.S. 285, New mexico”
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