Gandolfini Tribute

Guest Blogger: Leonard Pierce, author of If You Like the Sopranos…pens a tribute to the great actor James Gandolfini.

Dealing with the death of famous people is an emotionally thorny proposition.  No matter how much you might have cared for their work, you didn’t really know them, and it seems almost intrusive to mourn them the way you would a friend or a family member.  And, of course, death comes for us all, and most celebrities led perfectly comfortable lives, and most celebrities led perfectly comfortable lives and accomplished a great deal before their numbers were called, so it seems a little impertinent to call it a tragedy, or even a loss, when someone with an extensive body of work becomes an extensive body of work…

Then again, is it our fault that we live in a highly mediated age, or that we sometimes succumb to the relentless attempts by publicists and marketers to make some distant, faraway creative force seem like a part of our everyday life?  Are we really to blame if we accept the fact that in a fragmented world where we spend half our lives struggling to live through the other half, we occasionally embrace the removed idea of a person the way we do a real person, that we take the loss of a life that we have voluntarily made a part of our world as the same brunt blow we would a family member we never see, or a friend we barely remember?

Worse, too, when that death truly does come too soon.  We all dig our own graves today, but until the first scold whose idea of a good time is to shake their head in manufactured sadness at the habits that are going to kill everybody but them turns out to be immortal, we’re all digging to the same depth, if not at the same rate. Far too soon, we have been asked to cope with the heart attack death of James Gandolfini, the powerful actor most widely known for his role as conflicted mob boss Tony Soprano.  His death was an injury; for it to come so close to his birthday – he would have been just 52 today if he’d lived — is like a kick down a flight of stairs.

Gandolfini seemed like an unlikely figure to make it as an A-list actor, let alone to set off a revolutionary period in the medium of television.  His hulking frame, meaty visage, and thick accent seemed destined to mark him as a perennial character player, the filler of bit parts in the credit reel.  But when David Chase picked him to play the lead role in The Sopranos for HBO, he became the focal point not only of one of the finest crime dramas ever produced, but of a new era of TV drama that has already been detailed extensively in the plentiful eulogies of the last few months.  Once his career got rolling, Gandolfini didn’t shy away from playing heavies — a task for which he was both physically and psychically inclined — but he never allowed himself to be typecast.  He kept his eye open for work that was rewarding and interesting, and which demanded of him that he slip ever so slightly out of his comfort zone; it was surprising when he turned up as the hard-headed but war-averse General Miller in Armando Ianucci’s savage political satire In the Loop, but it was downright shocking when he showed up in Spike Jonze’s adaptation of the beloved children’s story Where the Wild Things Are.  What was no surprise, to those who had followed his career closely, was how well he acquitted himself in both roles. There were low points in his filmography, to be sure, but more than a reliable actor, he avoided the clay-foot syndrome that struck so many of his Sopranos cast members, becoming by most accounts a decent fellow, a supporter of independent film and breast cancer charities, and an advocate of respectful treatment of injured and PSTD-stricken veterans.  I never met Gandolfini, but I wrote a book about the show that made him famous, and that seems enough to feel his death personally.

Perhaps what makes us feel particular deaths so heavily is that on some level, however arbitrarily, we feel a special connection to these people:  we share their age, their build, their habits and hobbies, their enthusiasms and aesthetics, even above how much we feel transformed by their work.  Whatever the case, in their death, there is, as Dr. Melfi phrased it on The Sopranos, “pain and truth”, and we feel a deeper loss for it.  Happy birthday, Mr. Gandolfini, and rest in peace.

If You Like the Sopranos…

The best-loved crime family in America is just part of a grand tradition of mob movies, gangster flicks, great television dramas, and a sensibility that is part Sicily and part New Jersey.

If You Like the Sopranos… is the first book that starts with Tony and the gang in their humble homes in the Garden State and explores the astonishing amount of great films, TV shows, and other pop-culture wonders that any fan of the Sopranos will love. From The Godfather and Bonnie and Clyde to The Wire, to lesser-known noirs, Jimmy Cagney classics, contemporary HBO dramas, Martin Scorsese’s best work, and even the rock’n’roll that inspired the classic Sopranos soundtrack, this is the one book that every fan needs if he or she ever has to go on the lam.



Hal Leonard Performing Arts Publishing Group, the trade book division of Hal Leonard Corporations, publishes books on the performing arts under the imprints Hal Leonard Books, Backbeat Books, Amadeus Press, and Applause Theatre and Cinema Books.

Posted on September 18, 2013, in Film & TV and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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