Clint Eastwood
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Mystic River, Flags of Our Fathers—
it pushes audiences to think about
difficult, sometimes uncomfortable
issues. Set in South Africa amid the
fall of apartheid, Invictus is the true
story of Nelson Mandela’s release
from prison and his determined plan
to use World Cup rugby as a path to
racial harmony.
“I’m always trying to tackle subjects
that tax me and make me think,” Eastwood says. “The brain has to be exercised the same as the rest of the body.”
With a nod to Walt Kowalski, the Gran
Torino character whose lifelong racism gives way to understanding and
compassion, Eastwood believes “the
never-too-old-to-learn philosophy” is
a rich topic at this stage in life.
At every age, Eastwood has chal-
lenged himself to learn and grow. Born
in San Francisco in 1930, he watched
his father struggle through the De-
pression and World War II as a sales-
man and steelworker while the family
crisscrossed California, a one-wheeled
trailer loaded with their belongings in
tow. Eastwood was soon working hard
himself, first playing piano for free
meals at an Oakland nightclub while
in high school, and later as a lumber-
jack and firefighter, before becoming
an actor. An Army stint in the Korean
War was a formative part of a full
American experience that included a
two-year term as mayor of Carmel and
associations with Republican political
candidates, even while his steadfast
libertarian views led him eventually
to decry the Iraq war. Along the way,
Eastwood became a father of seven
children by five women. “You come to
realize that marriage is not just about
love,” he says of his current happy mar-
riage of 14 years to former TV reporter
Dina Ruiz, 35 years his junior. “It’s
about like as well.”
Today Eastwood is the picture of
understated dignity. He doesn’t dress
up his conversation with pretenses or
self-aggrandizement, and he sticks to
clean, spare observations and choice
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clips of wisdom. “Follow what you
think,” he says. “You want to do some-
thing? Just do it the best you can,
whatever that is. I’m not saying every-
one makes a phenomenal thing. But
you can fail on your own terms.”
Above all, Eastwood appears to
savor life. “You don’t have to rush
down the hill,” he says. “You can walk
down.” And despite unimaginable
success, he does not confuse his fame
or fortune with meaning.
“He’s someone who never gets
wrapped up in himself,” Freeman says.
Eastwood’s ability to stay grounded
may come from his many high-flying
interests outside show biz. He pilots
helicopters, speaks fluent Italian, and
is an accomplished jazz pianist and
composer. He’s also refreshingly low-
tech. “You see a couple in a restaurant,
and both of them will be texting at the
table,” he says. “Don’t people talk any-
more?” As he sees it, “the main thing
is not how long you’re on the planet,
but the quality you have while you’re
here. That was always the only thing
that really mattered.”
A statement like that could be read
as an epilogue, but Eastwood clearly
wants to keep working. “My dad was
always talking about retiring and sit-
ting next to a stream with a couple of
beers in his hand,” he says. “Sounds
like a commercial, but [retirement]
is not for me.” Eastwood exercises
vigorously every day and stays up till
midnight many nights reading scripts
and fine-tuning his material. He’s
already working on his next movie,
the supernatural thriller Hereafter.
And Invictus is an early front-runner
for an Oscar nod this year.
Of course, if he were in it only for
the awards, he could have quit ages
ago. “The reason I don’t retire is that
I learn something new every day,”
Eastwood says. There is humility in
his voice, and perhaps a bit of wonder.
“It’s about expanding, constantly
pushing yourself.” He challenges
audiences by challenging himself—
and inspires us all in the process. ;
David Hochman writes frequently for The
New York Times, Parade, and TV Guide.
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Music on Vinyl
to the bathroom.” On my favorite
album, Electric Light Orchestra’s
Eldorado, Jeff Lynne ends Side One on
a chord progression that is left unresolved until Side Two.
Your Song
In my world, digital and vinyl have
found a way to coexist: when I’m on
the subway, or walking on a bustling
city sidewalk, the slightly shrill digital
music flowing through my earbuds
seems appropriate. At home, however—where I’m bathed in the warmth
of family and familiar surroundings—
the sounds from my old record player
seem to float from room to room, filling every corner with aural incense.
“Vinyl will never be mainstream
again, but it’s a growing niche,” says
Michael Fremer, senior contributing
editor for Stereophile magazine. (He
owns 15,000 vinyl records.) “When a
former vinyl listener reconnects, he
or she says, ‘I remember that sound.
That’s what I’m missing!’ And a new
generation is discovering that vinyl
sounds better and represents tunes
sequenced as the artist wishes, rather
than as a series of random events.
“I doubt kids will look back in 50
years and say, ‘I remember when I
downloaded that!’ The forward-looking
young people are going for vinyl editions of their important music.”
The End
Those of us who fell for the Great Lie
will never fully recover. My distraught
friend from the used-record store is
right: we’ll spend the rest of our days
trying to re-create our old collections,
Ancient Mariners roaming the earth,
our MP3 players slung about our
necks like albatrosses.
But there will be the inevitable reunions with long-lost LP friends, the
rush of anticipation when the needle
hits that groove, and the exquisite
moment when the music plays, warm
and full, punctuated with the pops and
crackles of passing time. ;