Now in paperback with a new epilogue and expanded discography—the acclaimed biography of enigmatic poet, singer-songwriter, novelist, and Zen Buddhist, Leonard Cohen.
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Known as the "Prince of Bummers," Leonard Cohen is a multi-talented poet, singer-songwriter, novelist, and Zen Buddhist whose career has spanned more than forty years and inspired countless other artists. In this critically acclaimed biography originally published in 1996 by Pantheon Books, Ira Nadel draws on extensive interviews with Cohen, as well as excerpts from his unpublished letters, journals, notebooks, songs, and other writings, to offer a full portrait of this enigmatic man and his artistic career. A new concluding chapter brings Cohen's story up-to-date, including the release of the albums Dear Heather, Ten New Songs, The Essential Leonard Cohen, and Blue Alert, as well as the publication of Book of Longing and the screening of the documentary film Leonard Cohen, I'm Your Man.
- 1. The Root of the Chord
- 2. Life in a Golden Coffin
- 3. Passion Without Flesh
- 4. Molecules Dancing in the Mountains
- 5. Hopelessly Hollywood
- 6. Cocktails in the Shaving Kit
- 7. Black Photograph
- 8. Ain't No Cure for Love
- 9. Trumpets and a Curtain of Razor Blades
- 10. Tibetan Desire
- 11. New Scripture
- 12. Plastic Algebra
- 13. My Secret Life
The enigma of Leonard Cohen: a well-tailored bohemian, an infamous lover who lives alone, a singer whose voice resides in the basement of song, a Jew who practices Zen. Attempting to unravel this mystery has taken me to Los Angeles, New York, Nashville, Montreal, and the island of Hydra, retracing his steps. Cohen has been patient throughout this process, even when I posed a question the publisher insisted I ask: could this be called an authorized biography? Cohen paused and then thoughtfully said, "tolerated," adding an instant later, "benignly tolerated." Such understatement disguises the remarkable assistance he and those close to him have provided for my work. In some small way, this account is an acknowledgment of their trust.
Cohen has been called "part wolf and part angel"; "the grocer of despair"; the "poet laureate of pessimism"; and, more colloquially, the "prince of bummers." His early albums supported this view, morbidly described as "music to slit your wrists by." After listening to Leonard Cohen, one woman exclaimed, "Thank God Sylvia Plath never tried to sing!" His later work shifted this view and his most recent albums have been called celebratory and, in a moment of rashness, optimistic. But his stylish, self-regarding abjection is present in virtually all that he writes, exhibiting a "moody amorousness," a narcissistic eroticism that has only enhanced his appeal. Cohen has always felt gloomy but, as he has said, his gloom is probably no more intense than anyone else's. "There is a confusion between depression and seriousness. I happen to like the mode of seriousness. It's peaceful and relaxing to me to be serious." Nietzsche sums up the paradox:" In punishment there is so much that is festive."
Cohen had early success, a poet maudit whose gloomy anthems helped define a lingering literary adolescence. But his success has always been a qualified one; his records were critically lauded but sold unspectacularly, his books were controversial though largely unread. In the mid-eighties his work underwent a commercial resurgence as younger artists recognized their debt to him. A 1991 tribute album entitled I'm Your Fan featured a series of alternative bands, and the 1995 tribute album Tower of Song followed.
The title of this book, Various Positions, originates in Cohen's favorite album, released in 1984, but it is also a philosophical statement, reflecting a dictum offered by Cohen's Zen master, Joshu Sasaki Roshi: "A Zen man has no attachments." To fix a position, to hold a singular point of view for a lifetime, is antithetical to Zen because there are no absolutes in the Zen world. The only absolute is change; all is transition. The only thing that lasts and the only reality in Zen is the pure and unattached self, which one must constantly seek to uncover. To do so, however, requires discipline.
Whether writing three pages a day, as Cohen's London landlady insisted he do in 1959, or laboring over song lyrics, which often take him years to complete, discipline is the source of Cohen's success. Everything he writes must be worked over until it yields the truth. "Last thought best thought," he has said, inverting the weight usually given to a first, spontaneous thought." I am formal, uptight, agonized most of the time," he told an interviewer in 1993. "I have to do a lot of undressing before I can get to the truth; I'm not a spontaneous, visceral kind of chap."
As part of the process of artistic discovery, Cohen preserves his work in all of its stages. His collection of notes, papers, journals, drafts, memoirs, and letters form a lasting record of his work. Such an archive, he explains, is "at the very center of the thing. I see the work floating on the material."The published songs or poems are "just the Beacon, the designation—somehow the signal for an investigation of the entire work.... The archive is the mountain, and the published work the volcano."
He views his archive as the unhewn rock cited in the Bible: "the thing you place on the altar, the ark, whatever the thing is that's hammered, that's ornamented, that's careful, but the platform has got to be unhewn rock, and it's got to be there, and it's got to be solid." His progress is noted in the increments of a miniaturist, each draft inching toward its goal. Through the work, Cohen's life is seen, its small victories and continual setbacks. For better or worse, Cohen has retained every record of himself.
"Keeping things was the only thing I had a sense of," Cohen has said:
I didn't have a sense of who I was, or where I was going, or what the world was like, what women were like. The only thing I had a sense of is that I'm going to document this little life.... I never said I was a great poet; never once did I suggest I was anything more than a minor poet and a songster and whatever it is. Let some other people make the designations. I only said that I got it here. It's all here.... I did do what I set out to do which was to document my trip without any judgment on it. But my trip is here. There is no question about it.
Art holds a unity that history does not, and for Cohen, there is no separation between music and writing. This embodies the Judaic tradition of the unity of the Written Law with the Oral Law; they are inseparable, the Oral Law sometimes interpreted as the soul of the Written Law. Their revelations are contemporaneous.
In his life, Cohen has sought to witness, touch, and experience beauty at close quarters. The irony of this desire, however, is that once he touches it, it evaporates.The many he has loved, he has left.When he has obtained beauty, he has abandoned it, feeling that it entrapped him. As he writes in an unpublished novel, "what I admire in the morning I despise by sundown. I change between glutton and renunciation." This has meant numerous broken love affairs; but it has also meant the endurance of his aesthetic. Out of the depression and despair comes the will to create.
But Cohen has always exhibited an undercurrent of self-mocking humor. "I like to include a permission to laugh with most of my work," he remarked in 1992. "I've always thought I was a comic voice." But the humor doesn't undercut the essential seriousness of his work. "Each book represents for me a different kind of crisis," he explained early in his career. He has dealt with such crises ritualistically, initially through poetry and later with novels, psalms, and narrative songs. His small but faithful audience recognizes him as an almost pastoral figure, providing a form of spiritual guidance. His music is eclectic: a mix of Mediterranean rhythms, folk ballads, country and western, blues, jazz, and gospel, a flexible, mournful idiom that constantly reshapes itself.
At the core of Leonard Cohen's appeal is a poetics of survival, a means of confronting and transcending the darkness of the self. Aiding his own survival has been a twenty-five-year involvement with Zen Buddhism. Judaism initiated Cohen's spiritual quest, but Buddhism has provided direction. Its process of liberation through suffering "has led me to wherever I am." The importance of self-understanding in Zen has been its great attraction for him:
I want no attachments. I want to begin again. I think I love you, but I love the idea of a clean slate more ... the temptation of discipline makes me ruthless.
Cohen repeats this manifesto in his poems, songs, and fiction, and enacts it in his personal life. The passage summarizes Cohen's ongoing dilemma: how to be true to another as well as to himself.
Every biography is, of course, incomplete; it can only approximate moments that represent the life of its subject. But most of Cohen's artistic energy has gone toward approximating those moments, too, providing the biographer with some clues to the mystery of Leonard Cohen:
Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape.... He can love the shapes of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.