WASHINGTON — With its Simon & Garfunkel soundtrack, mordant dialogue, and bursts of sexual tension, ‘‘The Graduate’’ was a generational touchstone, launching the movie career of Dustin Hoffman, earning director Mike Nichols an Oscar, and turning a character’s one-word piece of career advice — ‘‘plastics’’ — into a punchline.
Based on a novel by Charles Webb, the 1967 film foreshadowed Hollywood’s turn toward a more youthful audience and made more than $100 million at the box office, drawing rave reviews for its story of a disaffected college graduate (Hoffman) who is seduced by a married woman (Anne Bancroft) and falls in love with her daughter (Katharine Ross).
But for all its success, Mr. Webb largely distanced himself from ‘‘The Graduate,’’ which featured a Buck Henry and Calder Willingham screenplay that lifted much of the dialogue from his book. ‘‘It’s something that I cannot shake,’’ he once said of the novel. ‘‘It has defined my whole life. I just want to run away.’’
Mr. Webb, who became famous but not wealthy from ‘‘The Graduate,’’ went on to write a slew of additional novels while championing an antimaterialist philosophy and living in poverty. He and his wife, Eve, gave away most of their possessions and worked odd jobs, moving between campgrounds, trailer parks, nudist colonies, and a Motel 6 before settling in England.
‘‘Millions and millions were made from ‘The Graduate,’ and here I am,’’ Mr. Webb told the BBC in 2006, amid a flurry of news coverage about his dire financial straits. ‘‘Searching around for a couple of quid to buy my sandwich — people love that.’’
He was 81 when he died June 16 at a hospital in Eastbourne, England, more than a decade after publishing ‘‘Home School,’’ a sequel to ‘‘The Graduate’’ that helped him pay off some of his debts. The novel was dedicated to his friend Jack Malvern, a journalist for the Times of London who confirmed Mr. Webb’s death and said the cause was related to a blood condition.
Mr. Webb was 24 when ‘‘The Graduate’’ was published in 1963. Like its protagonist, Benjamin Braddock, he had grown up in the Los Angeles suburbs and graduated from a small Eastern college — though he insisted his character’s affair with an older woman, the Mrs. Robinson character played by Bancroft, was not autobiographical.
‘‘It was an aberrant fantasy of mine that popped out,’’ he told Britain’s Observer newspaper in 2005. ‘‘I was at home after college, like the character in the film. My father was a doctor and had couples over to the house to play bridge. There was a wife of one of the doctors who came over and at the sight of her my fantasy life became supercharged.’’
In part, Mr. Webb said, he wrote ‘‘The Graduate’’ to impress his mother, who was always reading. ‘‘But it didn’t work’’ — his parents disapproved of their son’s literary ambitions, at least until the movie became a hit — and Mr. Webb struggled to find his niche as an author, living for a time in Hollywood with his wife, a model for the Elaine Robinson character whom Benjamin falls for in the novel.
‘‘We thought there was a great fraternity waiting for us,’’ he later told The Washington Post. ‘‘There wasn’t.’’ Disenchanted, he gave away his tickets to ‘‘The Graduate’s’’ premiere, then returned the keys to his $35,000 Los Angeles bungalow soon after buying it. Owning the house, Mr. Webb later told People magazine, ‘‘was just unexplainably oppressive.’’
He had sold the movie rights to his novel for a flat fee of $20,000 and never shared in the film’s profits or in the proceeds from subsequent stage adaptations. He donated the book’s copyright to the Anti-Defamation League and went on to sell or donate nearly everything else he had as well, including art by Robert Rauschenberg and Andy Warhol, a $65,000 home in the Berkshires, and another house outside New York City.
For a time, he and his family lived in a ’68 Volkswagen bus, crisscrossing the country and parking wherever they could. The Webbs home-schooled their two children and, although they divorced in the early 1980s — in protest of the institution of marriage — remained together, supporting themselves by washing dishes, cleaning houses, picking fruit, clerking at Kmart and presiding over a nudist camp in New Jersey.
‘‘In all fairness, I think Charles and I have gone overboard — because of our upbringing,’’ his partner and former wife, the daughter of prep-school teachers, told the Associated Press in 1992. ‘‘It was devoid of goals or any ideal of doing something for society. We were taught that the only contribution anybody could make was to make money.’’
Charles Richard Webb was born in San Francisco on June 9, 1939, and grew up in Pasadena, Calif., where his father worked as a heart specialist.
Mr. Webb was sent to boarding school and studied history and literature at Williams College, then an all-male school in Massachusetts, where he received a bachelor’s degree in 1961. While in school he met Eve Rudd, a student at nearby Bennington College.
They married in 1962 and soon sold off their wedding gifts, horrifying family members. (Eve, an artist, later changed her name to Fred, explaining that she aimed to express solidarity with a support group for men with low self-esteem.)
Mr. Webb wrote ‘‘The Graduate’’ with help from a Williams College creative writing grant, and apparently found a publishing house with help from his mother. She knew a top editor at New American Library, Arabel Porter, who suggested the manuscript to a colleague, Edward Burlingame. He was shocked by what he read.
‘‘I couldn’t believe my eyes,’’ Burlingame said in a phone interview. ‘‘It was absolutely terrific.”
Critics were less enthusiastic.
‘‘’The Graduate’ is a fictional failure,’’ wrote New York Times book critic Orville Prescott. ‘‘It raises questions about the psychological motivation of its hero and makes no effort to answer them.’’ Still, he wrote, Mr. Webb had ‘‘created a character whose blunders and follies just might become as widely discussed as those of J.D. Salinger’s Holden Caulfield.’’
Prescott’s review attracted the attention of Lawrence Turman, then a 36-year-old producer who optioned the movie rights for $1,000 and convinced Nichols to direct.
Mr. Webb took little credit for the movie’s success. He hired a lawyer to block the words ‘‘by the author of ‘The Graduate’’’ from appearing on the cover of his next book, which he considered ‘‘exploitative’’ marketing. Few of his later novels drew critical attention, although ‘‘The Marriage of a Young Stockbroker’’ (1970) was adapted into a movie the next year starring Richard Benjamin.
By 2000, Mr. Webb had immigrated to England. He broke his long publishing drought with ‘‘New Cardiff’’ (2001), about an English artist recovering from heartbreak, which was adapted into the movie ‘‘Hope Springs’’ (2003) starring Colin Firth, Heather Graham and Minnie Driver.
Although the book received strong reviews, Mr. Webb said he increasingly struggled to care for Fred, who was diagnosed with clinical depression. He was near eviction when he published ‘‘Home School’’ (2007), which followed his ‘‘Graduate’’ characters into the mid-1970s.
Fred died last year, according to the Times. They had two sons: John and David Webb.