The actor made author express his thought about reviewers, arrogant succour act, the mania-led #MeToo movement, and why his ex-wives find him boring
Sean Penn saunters into a low-key eatery not far from his house and slips undetected into a seat at the back. It is a murky daylight in Malibu, 15 miles north of LA, and the actor appears in familiar, I-don’t-care guise: beat-up skin coat, brushfire mane( which, in light of the views he will air about female pride in Hollywood, I feel bound to report may be more vibrant than quality planned ), with the skittish force of a boy who has stood for too long next to very loud speakers. The 57 -year-old salutes me affably, to my stun: while Penn may be long admired for his acting, he is defamed for almost everything else. He is known to be irascible, short-tempered, long-winded, a soul who hollers at photographers and smokings on TV. And now he has written a lunatic fiction.” It’s the most recreation I’ve had professionally ,” he croaks and reclines back in his chair.
A few periods before our meeting, Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff has been the object of a full-page newspaper ad in which the publishers, instead cleverly, loped texts from the book’s worst reviews and questioned readers to make up their own thoughts. The fiction, which follows the adventures of its eponymous hero as he goes around selling septic tanks and slaughtering old-fashioned parties, is a parody of American consumer culture and the faith of epitome, and for weeks its excess ought to have gleefully documented. Penn writes as if every parole has been put through a thesaurus: for “face”, read” dermal mask “; for “quiet”, ” loitering concert of stillnes “; a soldier with good hearing has ” remarkable auditory augmentation efficiency “. So it goes on, until we reach:” Effervescence lived in her every cellular phrase, and she had spizzerinctum to spare .”
Cherrypicking these extravagances has provided us with a reasonably good chortle, but here’s the odd concept: taken as a whole, there is something fairly stimulating about Bob Honey, a hallucinatory upshot that stirs the novel at times nearly feel like a piece of performance art. Linger long enough in the world of Penn’s prose and one starts to lose all purchase on world, a kind of intelligence slip that Penn contends was intentional.” It was meant to be defying ,” he does.” Meant to have you stop-the-rhythm to go and look something up .” If he talks in a word overcast, it is because he prefers” to be understood by osmosis. If I’m being brief, I premise[ beings] will fill in, or if I am not being brief”- the much greater likelihood, on the evidence presented by our chat-” the tangents would be connected by the other person .” He hoped the book might work along similar lines.