The actor turned author speaks his intellect about critics, insolent succour piece, the mania-led #MeToo action, and why his ex-wives find him boring
Sean Penn moves into a low-key eatery not far from his house and slides undetected into a seat at the back. It is a misty day in Malibu, 15 miles north of LA, and the actor appears in familiar, I-don’t-care guise: beat-up leather casing, brushfire fuzz( which, in light of the views he will air about female egotism in Hollywood, I feel bound to report may be more vibrant than sort planned ), with the skittish energy of a mortal who has stood for too long next to very loud loudspeakers. The 57 -year-old responds me affably, to my surprise: while Penn may be long admired for his acting, he is disparaged for almost everything else. He is known to be irascible, short-tempered, long-winded, a husband who yells at photographers and fumes on TV. And now he has written a lunatic novel.” It’s the most fun I’ve had professionally ,” he squawks and bends back in his chair.
A few periods before our fit, Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff was the subject of a full-page newspaper ad in which the publishers, preferably cleverly, moved strings from the book’s worst reviews and requested readers to make up their own recollections. The tale, which follows the escapades of its eponymous hero as he goes around selling septic tanks and assassinating old people, is a satire of American consumer culture and the religion of persona, and for weeks its excess have been gleefully documented. Penn writes as if every statement has been put through a thesaurus: for “face”, spoke” dermal disguise “; for “quiet”, ” lingering concert of silence “; a man with good hearing has ” extraordinary auditory augmentation efficiency “. So it goes on, until we are to achieve:” Effervescence lived in her every cellular expres, and she had spizzerinctum to spare .”
Cherrypicking these follies has provided us with a moderately good titter, but here’s the odd thing: taken as a whole, there is something quite stimulating about Bob Honey, a hallucinatory effect that realizes the novel at times nearly looks a lot like a piece of achievement prowes. Linger long enough in the nations of the world of Penn’s prose and one starts to lose all buy on actuality, a sort of mentality slip that Penn contends was intentional.” It was meant to be challenging ,” he says.” Meant to have you stop-the-rhythm to go and look something up .” If he talks in a word fog, it is because he favors” to be understood by osmosis. If I’m being brief, I presume[ parties] will fill in, or if I am not being brief”- the far greater likelihood, on the evidence of our chat-” the tangents would be connected by the other person .” He hoped the book might work along same lines.