Camp Camp: Where Fantasy Island Meets Lord of the Flies (Hardcover)

by Roger Bennett (Author), Jules Shell (Author)

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly
In his foreword, filmmaker Ivan Reitman writes, "Between the ages of seven and fifteen, going to summer camp was the most important influence in my life"; indeed, he launched his film career in 1979 with Meatballs, a movie inspired by his experiences at Camp White Pine in Haliburton, Ontario. In their latest, New York-based authors Bennett and Shell (co-creators of the similarly-themed Bar Mitzvah Disco) elicit more fond memories, photos, letters home and art projects from a long list of young writers, artists and entertainment industry pros, including Paul Feig, A.J. Jacobs, Rachel Sklar and David Wain. In a fitting scrap-book style, Bennett and Shell compile these communal camp memories, drawn from original interviews, and also include broader essays on chapter topics like "Camp Gastronomy," "Socials," "Camp Love" and "Visiting Day." Though most of the camps included here are in New York and Massachusetts, the subject matter of this colorful tribute-from Arrival Day to Last Night-will connect with anyone who looks back fondly on their camp experience (those who disliked camp, or never went, would probably do better renting Meatballs).
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Review
“If your parents shipped you off in a yellow bus for six weeks of mystery meat and color wars, you’ll love the new Camp Camp.”
—Rolling Stone

“Camp Camp is tapping into a larger yearning to revisit those days of cabin fever.”
–Newsweek

“Remember camp? Remember the bunk beds, the counselors, the bugs? If not, Camp Camp, with its 300 photos, will certainly refresh your memory.”
–USA Today

“From two Bar Mitzvah Disco authors comes this collection of vintage summer-camp stories and photos that offer a nostalgic trip down wedgie lane.”
–Entertainment Weekly

“This is the real stuff, going deeper than any VH1 '80s nostalgia trip or a squandered Saturday afternoon watching a cable rerun of ‘Meatballs,’”
–Washington Post

“a hilarious, touching study of awkward adolescence.”
–LA Times

"Camp Camp serves as a kind of summer yearbook, collecting fond and not-so-fond memories of bunkmates, first kisses, tie-dye T-shirts and bug juice.”
–New York Daily News

“Some experiences define a generation - the Greatest Generation endured World War II; the assassination of JFK and Woodstock are milestones for baby boomers. Generation X’s seminal event? Summer camp.”
–Boston Herald

“There are two kinds of people: Those who adored summer camp and those who were completely, inconsolably miserable. Whichever type you were, Camp Camp will stir up powerful memories… Bunkhouse pranks, counselor worship, god-awful talent shows, summer crushes - they're all here, both hilarious and wince-worthy.”
–Newsday

“Camp Camp… compiles campers' memories from the 1980s and early '90s -- and hilarious photos documenting the era's most cringe-inducing fashions and big hair.”
–Fort Worth Star-Telegram

“Bennett and Shell celebrate coming-of-age in the rarefied world of short sheeting and atomic wedgies, which parents paid for in exchange for a couple of weeks of summertime quiet. Lots of pictures and vignettes that might make you laugh until you– well, like someone put your hand in warm water.”
–Raleigh News and Observer



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Product Details

• Hardcover: 304 pages
• Publisher: Crown; 1 edition (May 20, 2008)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0307382621
• ISBN-13: 978-0307382627
• Product Dimensions: 9.6 x 7.7 x 0.9 inches
• Shipping Weight: 2.3 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars See all reviews (10 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #177,237 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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7 of 7 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Wedgies, color war, parents' day and almost too much more, June 2, 2008

By	Jesse Kornbluth "Head Butler" (New York) - See all my reviews (TOP 50 REVIEWER)    (REAL NAME)

The kid freaked out, ran off the bus. Much screaming from other kids --- it was time to leave. The kid's parents told their daughter they'd follow the bus --- a four-hour drive --- and if, at the destination, she still wanted to come home, they'd be right there for her. She agreed. Returned to the bus. It pulled out. The parents drove straight home.

The destination: sleepaway camp.

Which is described by the authors of this 300-page picture-and-text romp as "the definitive formative experience for our generation."

Ah....summer camp in the Reagan-blissed 1980s. If you were there, it's just far enough away that nostalgia can creep in. But then, I'm told, camps are eternal, each with a self-renewing culture that binds campers across generations.

"Camp was culture that had a place for everyone in it -- the beautiful and the athletic shone, but if you had neat handwriting, or were the king of the archery range, or were a masterful pianist, you could find your niche," says co-author Roger Bennett. "And camp is a place where everyone gets a second chance to be the kind of kid they always wanted to be. Everyone gets a fresh start to define themselves, free of the shackles of their hometown reputations. If you longed to be a raconteur, a ladies' man, a dodgeball expert, you could reinvent yourself with confidence."

Sounds appealing. But back up the train. Did the man say culture?

--- In their cabin, some girls found "somebody's ginormous box of winged maxi pads." On one, they wrote in red Sharpie, "Sara, this is your period speaking to you." They placed that maxipad --- "crotch-up" --- in a pair of Sara's undies in her cubby.

--- You know about "trucking"? You wait till a kid's asleep, then shine a flashlight on his head and yell "TRUCK" to wake him. "He would freak out, thinking he was in the middle of the highway."

And six varieties of wedgies, warm bowls of water for a sleeping camper's hand so he'll wet the bed, and much more. I can see why one of the authors recalls a correspondent saying, "Only the two summer months were in color and the rest of Jewish life was lived in black and white" --- the freedom from parental oppression is palpable as teen lust in these pages.

As for the Jewish reference, goyim are on notice: This book is heavily weighted toward the tribe. Tens of thousands of American camp vets sent photos and stories to the authors --- it's telling that the bully story is told by A.J. Jacobs, who went on to write The Year of Living Biblically. And for every Sloane Crossley, there seem to be a dozen Simmy Kunstavitzs. Did only Jews go to camp? (And did their parents all drive black Mercedes or Cadillacs?) For that matter, did the kids at Camp Tel Yehudah really write and perform a stage version of an Elie Wiesel Holocaust memoir... to the music of Billy Joel?

But some things are universal: Food fights. Color wars. Legendary counselors. Constipation. Teased hair. Two-day romances. Flag raising. Letters home. Day trips. Overnights. A camp show with a corny title, like "Puttin' on the Hits". And that heartbreaking ceremony on the last night: pushing mini-rafts dotted with lighted candles onto the pond.

All that and more is admirably covered here. And the images are yearbook quality: a collection of letters, pictures and souvenirs. Never change. See you next year. But, please, with better hair, okay, kids?

"Camp Camp" will be catnip for those who still have their camp t-shirts, go to reunions, send their kids where they went. If you never went to summer camp --- and I'm raising my hand here --- it's a shocker, an eye-opener on the scale of your first R-rated experience. Which, come to think of it, may have come a few years earlier for kids who went to camp.

3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars You MUST get this book!!, June 16, 2008

By	A reviewer (Florida, United States) - See all my reviews

Unlike the other reviewer, I spent 8 glorious years at Camp Akiba in the picturesque Poconos, and my only complaint about this book is that our camp isn't featured much. Despite this, I devoured every page of this wonderful trip down memory lane... from the big hair and big socks to the mix tapes to the rituals of Color War, Visiting Day, and floating our farewell candles on the lake. Every moment of the drama, the hysterical laughter, and the idea of "camping" in the materialistic 80's is captured and given the treatment it deserves. The strong sense of nostalgia that I think most campers have spills out on each page-- sometimes even in rainbow bubble letters-- and it is clear that this book was a labor of love. If you went to camp in the 80's, it is like spending a few hours with an old friend ...until that big bus pulls out of the parking lot and takes you back to reality. HIGHLY recommended!!

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Best job I've ever had., September 8, 2008

By	Stephen Thoemmes "All sins are just efforts t... (AZ, USA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

I've had the life lesson of being a camp counselor the year we landed on the moon. I was 18 and frankly didn't know what I was doing there. Soon it became a whole different world. The boys stayed with us for at least a week at a time in an isolated canyon north of Los Angeles. It wasn't just 'Lord of the Flies', but a bizarre comedy of naivete, wonder, longing, petty fights, and a situation where the loonies were definitely running the asylum.

Looking through this book everything that happened so long ago popped back into my head as if it were recent memory.

We had our cook, who smoked while stirring the huge pots of something. He was rumored to be a cop killer. His assistant looked like a Hells Angel, but much dirtier. They retained their jobs despite the random cases of food poisoning. Perhaps it was our abject fear of them.

The mid-summer septic tank "explosion". It forced the closure of 2 cabins and the double bunking of kids. Madness. The 'creek' flowed for the rest of the Summer. It may have been Mother Earth recoiling from our behavior.

The midnight swims after the campers were sound asleep, the stunning nights under the stars, being outdoors for 3 months. No TV, no iPods, no Walkmans, just the rare radio. Ahh.

Rumors kept us busier than middle-school girls. The whispers of trysts and the obvious romances, the commando raids into the kitchen to steal cigarettes, the cook and his mate teaching me the fine art of Bourbon drinking. That did wonders for my street cred. And, of course, the pranks pulled not on the campers but on each other.

Then came our education on the variety of backgrounds, characters, and families of our boys. All were under-privileged, most from broken homes, some with psychological deficits, that just baffled us, and the rest just dirt poor. One of my charges was a black youth from South East L.A. He couldn't read. So I would read letters that his mama wrote to him. I totally lost it when she taped a dime to one of her letters so that he had something to spend.

The saddest part was when the boys went home. I had the 12 & 13 year olds. It never failed, they all were bawling as they left. A surprising few continued to write letters to me for years.

This book's subtitle should have been the title, small quibble. I say this because the stunts we pulled or hazing that was inflicted, seemed to us unique. Now I learn they are universal. Oh man, the pranks. It is a wonder no one was seriously injured. One such activity was to raid the archery locker and shoot arrows at each other. Real arrows, real people targets. Wish I owned a camera back then. Better yet this book makes me wish that I had been a camper. Excellent book, die-laughing photos, and a great experience. Enjoy.