Michael Moore

I was never “big” on Michael Moore. From the time he burst on the scene in connection with his General Motors documentary Roger and Me, I was very turned off by Michael Moore. For the most part I liked his point of view when it came to corporate American and some of the other things he was saying and doing, but I did not like him. I thought he was over the top on many issues, shrill, just plain wrong about some things, and more. Other things that turned me off were his appearance; the way he slouched; the goofy-looking baseball hat he wore lopsided with his long, messy hair coming out on all sides; the sloppy, rumpled dungaree outfit; the sneakers; the glasses he wore—almost everything about him galled me. Gradually, over the years I warmed up to him a bit, but just a bit. I always admired his documentary films but practically nothing else including his several books.

Michael Moore has a new book out, Here Comes Trouble. It’s more than 400 pages, and I read it last weekend in just a few sittings. The best way for me to describe the book is to quote from the publisher’s inside-flap copy, which is something I never do because it is always self-serving and very often not accurate. But here’s what whoever wrote the flap copy to Here Comes Trouble said:

Michael Moore—Oscar-winning filmmaker, bestselling author, the nation’s unofficial provocateur laureate—is back, this time taking on an entirely new role, that of his own meta-Forrest Gump.

Smashing the autobiographical mold, he presents twenty-four far-ranging, irreverent, and stranger-than-fiction vignettes from his own early life. One moment he's an eleven-year-old boy lost in the Senate and found by Bobby Kennedy; and in the next, he's inside the Bitburg cemetery with a dazed and confused Ronald Reagan. At the age of seventeen, he goes to get a snack one day and ends up on the national news—creating a firestorm that helps eliminate racial discrimination at private clubs all across America. He begins his first underground newspaper in fourth grade; sixteen years later, the police are raiding the printing office of his latest publication—and the U.S. Congress steps in and takes up his fight. On top of all that, he becomes one of the youngest elected officials in the country at age eighteen—but not before planning a hilarious "dry-run" escape to Canada with his stoner friends just in case they get drafted to go to Vietnam. Fast-forwarding to 2003, he stuns the world from the Oscar stage by uttering the words, “We live in fictitious times . . . with a fictitious president" in place of the usual “I’d like to thank the Academy.”

And none of that even comes close to the night the friendly priest at the seminary decides to show him how to perform his own exorcism.

All of this is the stuff of great fiction—but every one of these stories is real. Before Michael Moore became the Oscar-winning filmmaker and all-around rabble-rouser and thorn-in-the-side of corporate and right-wing America, there was the guy who had an uncanny knack for just showing up where history was being made. You will be stunned and surprised to meet the Michael Moore you never knew.

Capturing the zeitgeist of the past fifty years, yet deeply personal and unflinchingly honest, HERE COMES TROUBLE takes readers on an unforgettable, take-no-prisoners ride through the life and times of Michael Moore. Alternately funny, eye-opening, and moving, it's a book he has been writing—and living—his entire life.

 Well, Michael Moore’s new book delivers on that promise. The book does indeed “smash the autobiographical mold” and did at times stun me. I was surprised to meet the Michael Moore I never knew. After reading Here Comes Trouble, I realized that Michael Moore has a big heart. Michael Moore loves this Country. Michael Moore is very intelligent. Michael Moore is right about a lot of things. Michael Moore is, in my opinion, still wrong about other things. Michael Moore is misunderstood by many, and a large part of that may be his own fault.

Michael Moore’s book deserves to be read. I did what every school kid is told not to do, and that is to judge a book by its cover. I judged Michael Moore by what I saw, the “cover,” and not by the content, what is inside the man. My mistake. My loss. Sorry, Michael.

"The Tree" is Free

In the preface to my most recent book, Charity Case (Exeter Press, 2011), I wrote, “I have been writing all my life. Well, at least from about age four, a couple of years before I actually learned to write. My grandmother, Nanny—whom you have already met if you’ve read The Tree Nobody Wanted: A Christmas Story—told me that when I was about four I would ask for some paper and a pencil. The paper had to have lines on it. I would spend an hour or more making tiny marks on it from left to right, neatly staying on the lines. She said every couple of minutes I would stop and look off into space as if thinking about what to write next. Then I would resume ‘writing’ again. Nanny told me I did not simply write squiggly lines or scribbles on the paper the way a four-year-old would do, but I also made tiny drawings on the lines—a kind of hieroglyphics—so if it was a story about a canary, I would draw something that resembled a bird and color it yellow with a Crayola crayon. Writing about a boat, I would draw a boat; a big house, something that looked very much like a grand house. . . . I loved to ‘write’ my stories, and Nanny loved to hear me and watch me as I ‘read’ them to her.”

A few years ago, I decided to leave my film and television career—as a producer and script writer—and the business I had built (Commonwealth Films, Inc.) for the last thirty-plus years and spend all my time writing. I felt it was fitting to write the story about the Christmas that this wonderful woman and I spent when I was a small boy living with her in Brooklyn. The result was a very small book, The Tree Nobody Wanted (Exeter Press, 2007). To my total surprise, it became one of those overnight sensations one hears about. Reviewers liked it; the media had nice things to say about it; I signed books in bookstores and set records for sales; and I received hundreds of letters from readers of all ages and from all over the country, telling me how much they liked the book. One common thread that ran through all of the letters and comments was that it touched people’s hearts. Those comments touched my heart, as did the success of that book and the response to it (which you can see a sampling of on my website, tommccannbooks.com). A great many people all over this country have already read the book, but I want more people to read it. I am more interested in having more people read it than I am with selling more copies. So, I will soon be putting the book up on this blog so everyone who wants to read it can read it at no cost. I hope you do, and I hope that you will tell other people about it. If you think you’d like to have the hardcover book itself, either for yourself or as a gift for a friend or relative, you can order copies through tommccannbooks.com at a 50 percent reduction from the published price. (The fulfillment people at Exeter Press will charge $7.50 a copy instead of $14.95 if you identify yourself as a reader of my “Real People” blog.) A Kindle edition will soon be available from Amazon, at $1.99, and wherever digital books are sold. A CD-ROM version is also available from Exeter Press, again for the 50 percent discount rate of $7.50.

Call It What It Is

One of the things I always liked about the sports world was that a player, a coach, or a manager always had several numbers attached to his or her name. Those numbers usually determined his value to the team and often his future with the team. In the case of baseball there are batting averages, runs batted in, home runs, errors, and more. A pitcher has the all-important earned run average, among other statistics such as the number of games won or lost in a season and the record of how he’s done against every batter over the course of a career. The manager of the team is judged by the standing of his team at the end of the season and often by some of the decisions made during the season. When it came time for a player, a coach, or a manager to have his services terminated, or for a player to be traded or cut from the team, there was no question about why it was being done. And it was called what it was—a firing. 

Not so in the business world where I spent Act One of my career. People were always being fired. But if it was someone at the top, it was never called that. He was given a “face save” or a “fig leaf” to cover the fact that he was being forced out. The man being fired (and they were always men in those days) was usually given the chance to resign. He might cite health reasons or say he wanted to spend more time with his family or some other lie. Sometimes he was “kicked upstairs”: If he was president of the company, he was made chairman of the board or vice chairman with no executive powers. He was given an office on another floor that was known as “death row” and allowed to keep his secretary, telephone, and club memberships. Often he was paid for the full term of his contract and even carried on the payroll until his “normal” retirement date years away. I saw a lot of this and even participated in handling a couple of them with the fired executive. They were always bitter and felt wronged despite the fact that they were given money and a face saver. Management also got to save face and avoid having to explain the reasons for the dismissal.

So, down through the years I really liked the honesty of the sports world. However, even that is changing these days.

In Boston we recently had the case of Terry “Tito” Francona, the manager of the Boston Red Sox. Even people who are not baseball fans knew that over the course of September the Red Sox had a “meltdown,” blew a large lead in their division which would have guaranteed them a playoff spot—and were eliminated on the last day of their regular season. A couple of days later, on September 30, Francona held an early evening press conference and announced that he was leaving the team after talking with the ownership that morning, saying, “. . . I felt like it was time for a new voice here. . . .” He repeated the “new voice” phrase several times. Then, at one point toward the end of a very long press conference, which must have been stressful and which he handled with clarity, patience, and sometimes even humor, Tito said, “To be honest with you, I don’t know, or I am not sure how much support there was from ownership. I don’t know that I felt real comfortable. You’ve got to be all-in in this job.” That comment clearly was not in the script, and a short time later the Red Sox front office held its own press conference and said nice things about Tito and his contribution to the team over the eight years he had been in the job. That record is indeed impressive with two world Championships—the one in 2004 was the first time in 86 years. The second came in 2007. But when asked about Tito’s comment about support from ownership, Red Sox president Larry Lucchino said, “I was actually puzzled by that comment.” 

A lot of the fans I heard on sports talk radio felt that Francona was a “scapegoat”; that the ownership “meddled” in baseball decisions and had no right to. Some insiders that talk show hosts called said that the principal owner, John Henry, was unhappy with Francona for the past couple of years because Tito refused to pay more attention to managing the team by a numbers approach Henry has been fascinated with for several years. The theory is that John Henry used the September meltdown as an excuse to get rid of Francona. 

That could be right either in whole or in part. John Henry is accustomed to winning. He wanted his team to win, and they didn’t. He wanted a manager who paid more attention to numbers. John Henry is a businessman; the Red Sox organization is a business. When the team wins, it is good for business; when they lose, it is bad for business. The fans who are critical of letting Francona go must remember that Henry is the owner; he has invested a lot of money in the team itself; the players; and the ballpark. John Henry has a right to be heard and listened to. He has the right to have the kind of a manager who can bring him more wins, more pennants, and more World Series titles. The Red Sox are his team.

Henry was able to afford to buy the principal interest in the team because he has made a lot of money over the last three or four decades. I am no authority on how he made the money, but I do know it had to do primarily with commodity markets and his knowledge of how to play and win in those markets. If there is any business that is all about “numbers,” it is the commodity markets. Some people have used the word “genius” to describe Henry’s skill at making money in those markets. When he came to the Red Sox, he took some risks and began to diversify the organization into other areas, from English soccer to race cars. In 2003 he hired a man named Bill James, who is senior adviser/baseball operations for the Red Sox. Bill James is a sixty-something baseball writer, historian, and statistician. The Red Sox hired him not for his skills as a writer and historian but rather for his knowledge of baseball statistics and his theories. James scientifically analyzes and studies baseball statistical data in an attempt to determine why teams win and lose. For a better understanding of how this works, read Moneyball, the bestseller by Michael Lewis, or go see the film based on the book, now in theaters. It is the story of Billy Beane, GM of the Oakland Athletics, who began applying some of these same statistical principles to running his low-budget, low-placed team in the late 1990s and was rewarded with astonishing results.  Incidentally, the word is that John Henry tried to hire Billy Beane in 2003 or 2004 to be the Red Sox GM, so that says something about Mr. Henry’s regard for the scientific numbers approach. But he is also smart enough to know that baseball, like business, is not just about numbers.

It is probably a safe bet that when Henry was running his commodity business with legendary results, he had a “theory” and it certainly involved numbers. If he wants to run his Red Sox business the same way, that is his business. If he wants to have a voice in how the baseball operations are run, again that is his business, and he has every right to do so without being accused of “meddling.”  A lot of people are saying things like that and worse. They are saying that the ownership should have nothing to do with the baseball operations. That argument reminds me that for decades the owners of some of our major newspapers and magazines have told their critics that they have nothing to do with the editorial policy or content or the hiring or firing of the people responsible for those areas. That is, in my opinion, nonsense. Why would anyone want to own a newspaper, magazine, television network, or baseball team if he or she could not have some voice in how things are run, which ultimately affects the profit or loss of his investment. 

Mr. Henry and his partners have every right to do what they did about Terry Francona and anything or anyone else concerning the Red Sox. I only wish they had called it what it was—a firing. To have done that would have enhanced management and ownership’s credibility. Notice I said “enhanced,” because the front office already enjoys a lot of credibility with the fans, the sports press, and I believe with the Red Sox players. I feel it was a mistake to call it Francona’s decision. I also have a feeling that Terry Francona would have been happier to say, “The ownership does not want me around next year,” instead of what he said.