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Funny Man! But Oy - What a Sad Childhood, January 22, 2001
I really enjoyed this book, but it describes a very "bittersweet" life. Jackie overcame tremendous odds - an impoverished childhood, headed by an overbearing father who insisted that his son become only a Rabbi - and forget the comedy shtick. But Jackie couldn't; and even though he became a Rabbi, he soon cast that off to pursue what he was naturally good at - making people laugh. And there are plenty of laughs in this book. In particular, I praise him for standing by the sense of humor he developed and believed in; even when he was told too many times that he was "too Jewish for the Gentiles". He proved that everyone came to love his jokes, and to accept him. I give Jackie credit for having the Chutzpah to really let us into his life - even though some of it wasn't pretty. But - don't let me distress you too much - if you want to laugh: get this book!
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Failure begetting Success, October 11, 2007
Jackie Mason "failed" as a Rabbi, then "failed" to get established as a Comedian as popular as Jan Murray, Alan King, Myron Cohen, et. al.; business ventures didn't work out. He was advised to "lose the accent".
Today's entertainment world does allow "controversial", more "liberal-minded" stars to make it, though in Jackie's time a proper decorum was the rule for any approach. His honesty would not allow him to modify his act, this virtue was underlined with an impulsiveness that might send him back to Clubs across the tracks, i.e., his (pause) "finger pointing" performance on the Ed Sullivan Show. Here he was, where Jack Benny, Jackie Gleason stood, the huge CBS Theatre positioning its' magic spotlight on his countenance bespeaking "I made it"; then capturing a livid Ed Sullivan going to commercial.
In recent years, Jackie has included more political humor in his act, but because it's more Conservative-minded, again he chooses the roughly paved sidestreets. This book is about a time when "Borsht Belt" jokes involving stereotyping were somehow acceptable.
Even when Jackie is riding high, and resonates will all generations, we still find some very tired material: even the fine routine about the Astronaut harangued by his Wife because he chose to travel alone, might only bring a mild chuckle. These bits are fun to read even today despite their obvious antiquity.
Back-cover quotes by celebrities are amusing, though offensive in one case.
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The Blessings of Perfect Timing, October 30, 2002
Every comedian who is worth a farthing knows the importance of timing, but Jackie Mason is the master. The only trouble he had with it was the timing of reaching the level of success he desired--that took thirty years (and ten million beats, mugs, and gestures) longer than he thought and deserved. Raised in a rabbinical family, first in Sheboygan (What part of Russia is that? he was later asked) and the Lower East Side, Jackie rebelled. His true talent, he knew, was in laughter production. From the corner candy store to being the best joke telling but worst dish carrying busboy in the Catskills until his first years as a rabbi, he insisted that the comedy business was a mere sideline. After his father's death he abandoned the rabbinate and became a full-time comedian, leading to a California gig which itself led to a Steve Allen show appearance which led to recordings which led to what he thought would be the success he craved--but then came a misunderstanding with Ed Sullivan (he says it was a thumb, not a finger) and a stay in a sort lounge-only-act Coventry that led him to despair. Las Vegas, Atlantic City, and second-rate Miami hotels were steady work, but it wasn't IT. Failed business ventures, plays, and movies didn't help--and troubles with Sr. Sinatra led to beatings, guns firing though his window, and a car he was riding in being forced off the road. (He denies any Sinatra culpabilty, but once said on stage that he couldn't identify the gunman, but did hear someone singing dooby-dooby-doo fleeing the scene.) Then came a one-man show in L.A. It was so well received that it moved to Broadway. Critical acceptance at last. It was then Jackie knew he made it. Perfect timing.
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