Why Arthur Miller Matters to Me
Arthur Miller taught me that tragedy isn't reserved for kings and heroes—it's the story of anyone who refuses to compromise their sense of dignity.
I first encountered Miller through Death of a Salesman in my early twenties, when I was beginning to understand how capitalist success metrics can hollow out human meaning. Willy Loman's desperate clinging to the American Dream—even as it destroys him—felt painfully familiar. Here was someone arguing that the system we're told to aspire toward might be fundamentally broken, that success itself might be a kind of failure.
What draws me to Miller is his insistence that individual choices have social dimensions and social forces have personal consequences. Unlike absurdist playwrights who present life as meaningless, Miller argues we're responsible for our choices and their effects on others. His plays ask: What do we owe each other? When does pursuing individual success become betrayal of community? How do we maintain integrity under social pressure?
Miller also understood that tragedy emerges from the gap between who we are and who we think we should be. His characters destroy themselves trying to embody ideals—the successful salesman, the perfect son, the faithful citizen—that reality won't support. This resonates with my experience across cultures: we're all performing roles that don't quite fit, struggling with the dissonance between authentic self and social expectation.
About Arthur Miller
Born in 1915 in Harlem to a prosperous Jewish family, Miller's childhood prosperity ended with the 1929 crash. His father's business failure showed him how quickly the American Dream could become nightmare. He worked odd jobs to pay for college at the University of Michigan, where he began writing plays.
His breakthrough came with All My Sons (1947), followed by his masterpiece Death of a Salesman (1949), which won the Pulitzer Prize. The Crucible (1953), ostensibly about Salem witch trials, indicted McCarthyism's anti-communist hysteria. When Miller refused to name names before the House Un-American Activities Committee, he was convicted of contempt of Congress (later overturned)—proving his belief that individual conscience matters more than social pressure.
His marriage to Marilyn Monroe (1956-1961) made him tabloid fodder, but he continued producing serious work: A View from the Bridge, After the Fall, The Price. He died in 2005, having witnessed both the height of American optimism and its various betrayals. His work remains the defining chronicle of 20th-century American consciousness.
Miller opens with this provocative claim: politics begins when you feel separated from power, from society's direction, from the collective will. If you're perfectly integrated into the system, you have no reason to engage politically. Only alienation—the sense that things are wrong and you're outside the consensus—motivates political action. This validates dissent: if you feel alienated, you're not broken; you're experiencing the precondition for meaningful politics. Don't pathologize your distance from dominant narratives.