THE GOLDEN AGE
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Maggie Gyllenhaal is catching her breath. “Sorry,” she says, and a mild sense of exertion is discernible in her speech. “I just ran up a bunch of stairs.” There’s banging in the background, a blessed pause, and another clatter of hammer or debris or domestic rearrangement. Maggie has the builders in — the Gyllenhaals moved into their new house, in Brooklyn, less than a week before our telephone conversation — and she is trying to find a room with a bit of peace and quiet. “There’s still a lot of work going on,” she tells The Rake. “Basically, it was a total wreck [when we bought it]. So we cleared out the ghost: that’s the way we put it. There was a kitchen here that the owner told us hadn’t been redone since 1974, which is older than me. I mean, it had a certificate of occupancy, but I think it really wasn’t safe. We had to redo all the electricity, almost all the plumbing. It’s the same thing we did with our first house, which is a great feeling: to take something that needs attention and give it the thought and care it needs.”
There is a renewed energy in Gyllenhaal’s voice: she has become animated by talk of the new home, and what it means for her, her husband, the actor Peter Sarsgaard, and their children, Ramona, 13, and Gloria Ray, seven. “We moved so we could walk our kids to school,” Maggie says, “which is kind of a life-changing thing, if you have kids. This house is very different [to our first]. It’s light and white, and I think it represents a change in us. I was pregnant with my first daughter when we bought that house and fixed it up, and we’re just so different now.”
Gyllenhaal has a thing for beginnings. Take, say, her opening scenes in three of the productions that have helped forge her reputation as one of Hollywood’s most courageous, indomitable and inquisitive actors. In the pilot episode of The Deuce, HBO’s dramatisation of the rise of the porn industry, Gyllenhaal’s Candy — from beneath a blonde wig, and with her lovable heart-shaped face glistening in the lights of Times Square — gives would-be pimp Rodney (played by Method Man) the brush-off with a monologue as funny as it is fearless:
“Nobody makes money off of my pussy but me. I’m gonna keep what I earn; I don’t need you, I don’t need anybody else to hold my fucking money for me. Now let me
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