The actor turned author speaks his thinker about pundits, insolent aid design, the mania-led # MeToo movement, and why his ex-wives find him boring
Sean Penn saunters into a low-key restaurant 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 semblance: beat-up leather jacket, brushfire “hairs-breadth”( 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 jumpy force of a soul who has stood for too long next to very loud orators. The 57 -year-old reacts me affably, to my amaze: while Penn may be long admired for his acting, he is defamed for almost everything else. He is known to be pugnacious, short-tempered, long-winded, a boy who outcries at photographers and smokes on Tv. And now he has written a lunatic romance.” It’s the most fun I’ve had professionally ,” he croaks and leanings back in his chair.
A few epoches before our join, Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff was the subject of a full-page newspaper ad in which the publishers, preferably cleverly, moved ways from the book’s worst reviews and questioned readers to make up their own heads. The fiction, which follows the adventures of its eponymous hero as he goes around exchanging septic tank and murdering old parties, is a satire of American shopper culture and the cult of persona, and for weeks its plethoras have been gleefully documented. Penn writes as if every parole has been put through a thesaurus: for “face”, read” dermal concealment “; for “quiet”, ” linger concert of stillnes “; a boy with good hearing has ” astonishing auditory augmentation economy “. So it goes on, until we reach:” Effervescence lived in her every cellular saying, and she had spizzerinctum to spare .”
Cherrypicking these exaggerations provides us with a moderately good laugh, but here’s the curious happening: taken as a whole, there is something quite thrilling about Bob Honey, a hallucinatory effect that establishes the novel at times almost feel like a piece of action art. Linger long enough in the world of Penn’s prose and one starts to lose all purchase on reality, a sort of brain slide that Penn insists 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 prefers” to be understood by osmosis. If I’m being summary, I premise[ beings] will fill in, or if I am not being brief”- the far greater likelihood, on the evidence of our chit-chat-” the tangents would be connected by the other person .” He hoped the book might work along similar lines.