Book Review: “We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy…A Very Oral History”

Book Review: “We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy…A Very Oral History”
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We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy…A Very Oral History -- a book review by Roz Warren

It has taken the American entertainment industry far too long to realize what women have always known. We’re funny. And we’ve always been funny. We’ve come a long way from the 1950s, when the only well-known female comics were Joan Rivers and the late, great Phyllis Diller, to the current comedy scene that is, happily, dominated by women: Mindy Kaling, Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Wanda Sykes. Not to mention Rivers herself, still going strong at age 79. We’re here. We’re hilarious. And finally, America gets it. We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy … A Very Oral HistoryJournalist Yael Kohen takes a look at the changing role of the funny woman in "We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy…A Very Oral History" (Farrar, Straus and Giroux), which examines women comics and comedy writers, their context and their craft, over the past sixty years. There have been some excellent books about women’s comedy, such as the humor scholar Gina Barreca’s They Used to Call me Snow White, But I Drifted: Women’s Strategic Use of Humor (1991), and a number of recent bestselling memoirs penned by the comics themselves, such as Tina Fey’s Bossypants (2011) and Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (2011). But We Killed is the first real history of women in contemporary American comedy. If you care about women who “kill,” it will blow you away. Kohen interviewed 200 insiders. Comics, club owners, writers, agents, and powerhouses like Marcy Carsey, who produced both the Cosby Show and Roseanne. She queried them about every aspect of the business, then pulled the transcripts apart and reassembled them into a gabfest that’s both illuminating and entertaining. Want to know Robin Williams’s take on what a groundbreaker Whoopi Goldberg was? Curious about what Margaret Cho owes to Janeane Garofolo? Or what Roseanne owes to lesbian coffeehouses and the Unitarian Universalist church? You’ll find it here. It’s like listening in on a far-ranging and spirited conversation among articulate and opinionated insiders on a topic—comedy—about which they care deeply. They talk about each other. They talk about themselves. They talk about the times. They tell war stories. They dish. They kvell. They schmooze. A tough, vibrant, and exciting world emerges. We Killed isn’t a funny book. There are few quips, jokes, or one-liners. It’s a serious book about funny. Nor is it a scholarly work. There’s no index. (An index would have been helpful.) The need to entertain precedes the need to inform. Kohen isn’t an academic. But she’s a gifted reporter, with amazing access. She talked to everyone from Phyllis Diller to Chelsea Handler, about everyone from Merrill Markoe to Mo’Nique. If you have a favorite mainstream comic, she’s probably here—as well as plenty of funny women not yet on your radar. I’m a comedy nerd myself, and I learned a lot. Starting with Rivers and Diller and their world, Kohen takes us forward to the present day, including riffs on, among other things, Lily Tomlin and Laugh In, the Mary Tyler Moore Show, That Girl, Maude, the Carol Burnett Show, Second City, Roseanne and Ellen, Janeane Garofalo and the alternative comedy scene, Amy Poehler and the Upright Citizens Brigade, Kristen Wiig and Bridesmaids, and the game-changing significance of Chelsea Lately. Kohen lets the players speak for themselves, weaving their observations together with concise, illuminating commentary, so the book remains a fascinating journey rather than devolving into a free for all. While her subjects clearly feel a lot of respect for each other, they hold plenty of conflicting views. But Kohen’s editing remains even handed. When Roseanne gripes about how her sitcom’s producers kept trying to undermine her, she’s followed by the show’s producers and writers, who discuss how challenging she was to work with. Between the many different angles on each topic and Kohen’s cogent analysis, we learn not only what took place and when but we also gain some understanding of why things went down the way they did. Every woman of significance in the US comedy mainstream over the past six decades is covered—and usually heard from. (Comic performers not part of this mainstream, such as Kate Clinton, are, alas, left out.) We learn what part each played in the overall development of the genre, how she became famous, the challenges she faced, and how her peers felt about her. There’s lots of gossip, as well as some back stabbing. We also learn about the development of comedy performance, from traditional stand-up (one person, at a mike, on stage, with a spot, telling jokes) to looser and more fluid forms such as improv, conversational and observational comedy, and storytelling. The comedy world has changed, from a limited number of venues tightly controlled by (usually male) gatekeepers, to today’s Internet-driven, wide-open playing field. It becomes clear that the fewer bookers, agents, comedy-club owners, and other gatekeepers between a funny woman and her audience, the easier it is for her to reach that audience and thrive. This book’s readers, inspired to hit YouTube to check out comics new to them, will no doubt become part of this process. Several of the women here are true pioneers, who broke through boundaries and transformed comedy, sometimes at quite a personal cost. Joan Rivers beat the odds to become famous but was famously cast aside by Johnny Carson when she accepted a job that brought her into competition with him. And when Ellen DeGeneres, after much soul-searching, finally came out, she says, “[M]y nightmare, that if they found out I was gay I’d lose my career, came true.” Of course, Rivers has worked steadily to this day and DeGeneres quickly reinvented herself as a talk-show host. The bottom line? These women have both the chops and the drive to get where they want to go, despite setbacks. They also look out for each other. Saturday Night Live is a case in point. When the show first aired in 1975, it quickly earned the reputation of being a “boy’s club” inhospitable to women writers and performers (although its producer, Lorne Michaels, is universally praised for his early and strong support for funny women). John Belushi demanded that the women writers be fired and refused to act in sketches they wrote. The men in the writers’ room failed to feature female cast members, usually relegating them to supporting roles.“There was a pervasive attitude of sexism,” notes the SNL writer Ann Beatts. She and fellow-writer Rosie Shuster responded by making sure Gilda Radnor, Laraine Newman, and Jane Curtin received air time. Beatts notes that she and Shuster, feeling “a strong obligation to make sure that the women were well served… and were not left playing.. subsidiary roles,” and they wrote strong, feminist material for them. This set the tone, and things improved, although slowly. In recent years, the “comedy powerhouses” Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph, Rachel Dratch, and Kristen Wiig established, says Kohen, “the visibility and dominance of women on the show”—to the point where she describes the current SNL as a “girl’s club.” The struggle of female writers to make it into TV’s writers’ rooms mirrors the struggle of female performers to get stage time. At first, women writers were shut out. Treve Silverman was turned down by Carson because he believed “(t)he men would not feel comfortable.” Gail Parent was turned down for the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour because, she was told, “it’ll ruin the guys being able to curse.” But when women comic performers became popular and powerful enough to get their own sitcoms, they began hiring women writers. We Killed is a success story. A pop culture in which women weren’t encouraged to be funny has been transformed into one that embraces and empowers funny women. But, cautions Kohen, we aren’t yet living in a feminist comedy utopia: “Funny women continue to face challenges…. Out of 145 writers working across ten late-night shows, sixteen writers are women (five of them for Chelsea Lately); out of 24 writers on Saturday Night Live, six are women, and out of fourteen performers, four are female.” And speaking of feminist comedy utopias, the one problem I have with We Killed (besides that missing index) is that by choosing to limit its scope to mainstream performers, it leaves out women comics who have found success outside the mainstream. Kate Clinton is every bit as clever as Ellen DeGeneres, and could have achieved similar mainstream success, had she too been willing to shun political humor, hawk Cover Girl cosmetics, and remain closeted until after America fell in love with her. But, then she wouldn’t be Kate Clinton. Instead, she built a kick-ass comedy career entirely on her own terms—as have women such as Marsha Warfield, Marga Gomez, and Suzanne Westenhoefer. Adding their voices to this book would have produced a deeper and richer conversation. About twenty years ago, I published Revolutionary Laughter: The World of Women Comics (1995), a collection of profiles of and interviews with fifty women comedians, both in and out of the mainstream. Chasing down and interviewing these gifted performers, screening and transcribing hours of tape, and editing it all into a coherent whole resulted in a book I felt did justice to the topic. And, it was such a crazy amount of work that I vowed never do to do it again! While the book did extremely well for one published by a small feminist press, I was told by many folks that it would have done even better had I focused solely on mainstream comics and “left out all the lesbians.” I didn’t care. What mattered to me was that I’d written exactly the book I’d wanted to write. So, having been there, I don’t fault Kohen for writing the book she wanted to write, instead of the more inclusive, less mainstream survey I might have preferred. It matters more that We Killed is exactly the book she set out to write, and it’s a dazzler. (This essay first appeared in The Women’s Review of Books) [post_title] => Book Review: "We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy…A Very Oral History" [post_excerpt] => [post_status] => publish [comment_status] => open [ping_status] => closed [post_password] => [post_name] => we-killed-the-rise-of-women-in-american-comedya-very-oral-history [to_ping] => [pinged] => [post_modified] => 2021-09-30 22:59:10 [post_modified_gmt] => 2021-10-01 05:59:10 [post_content_filtered] => [post_parent] => 0 [guid] => https://www.humortimes.com/?p=18506 [menu_order] => 0 [post_type] => post [post_mime_type] => [comment_count] => 1 [filter] => raw )

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Publishers, Weakly: What the Penguin/Random House Merger Really Means

Publishers, Weakly: What the Penguin/Random House Merger Really Means
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Merger is just one more death rattle of the once thriving book publishing trade

[caption id="attachment_13443" align="alignright" width="165"]Michael Levin, What the Penguin/Random House Merger Really Means Michael Levin[/caption]
By Michael Levin
When I saw the word “synergies” applied to the proposed merger of publishing giants Penguin and Random House, I laughed out loud. “Synergies” is Wall Street-speak for “Let’s merge two failing companies, fire half the employees, run the resulting business more cheaply, suck out all the money we can as quickly as we can, and then leave the wounded, gasping beast that is the resulting company to die a miserable, public death.” Which is exactly why “synergies” best describes the merger of two of the biggest names in the publishing industry, which is wringing its hands over the immediate consequences of this deal, which really represents one more death rattle of the once thriving book publishing trade. Here’s what happens now: lots of editorial, marketing, and other jobs will vanish. Agents will have fewer places to sell books. Fewer books will be published. Authors will get even less money (if that’s even possible, since some publishers are paying zero advances whenever they can get away with it). And the pontificators will pontificate on what it all means to society (not much, since most of society has already given up on reading books). Here’s what happens next: the remaining major publishers will find it harder to compete, because the resulting publisher (Penguin House?) will be able to produce books more cheaply. So they’ll fire people, merge, fire more people, and eventually roll over and die. All because publishers never figured out how to deal with the Internet and how to sell books in a wired world. All because publishers considered themselves “special” and thought they could get away with selling products they didn’t market. All because publishers are English majors wearing Daddy’s work clothes and pretending to be business people, running their businesses on whim and gut feeling instead of figuring out what people want and giving it to them, the way smart businesses work. I have no pity for the fallen publishers. In Wall Street terms, there isn’t enough lipstick in the world to make these pigs kissable. They had the responsibility to shape society by providing it with books worth reading, to create a cultural legacy for our generation and generations to come. And instead, what did they give us? Ann Coulter, Navy SEALs, and Fifty Shades of Gray. The publishers will blame everyone in sight for their predicament, but this is a self-inflicted wound; what the Brits would call an “own goal.” You can’t run a successful business passively waiting for people (in this case, literary agents) to tell you what you should produce. You can’t run a successful business by throwing 10,000 strands of spaghetti (or 10,000 books a year, in Random House’s case) against the wall of public opinion and seeing what sticks. You can’t run a successful business selling information in the form of printed books by putting them on trucks to distant cities, hoping that booksellers (anyone who can fog a mirror, run a cash register and repeat the phrase, “We don’t have it but we could order it for you”) will actively work to sell your stuff to people. Bottom line: you can’t run a successful business when you are essentially competing with yourself. If Barnes & Noble doesn’t sell a Simon & Schuster book within three weeks, it sends the book back to Simon & Schuster, at Simon & Schuster’s expense, only to have that same space on the shelf filled with…wait for it…a different Simon & Schuster book. That’s not marketing. That’s masochism. A New York editor who worked at Penguin once told me that his boss called all the employees into a meeting and said, “If there’s any merger talk, you’ll hear about it from me and not from the New York Times.” A few days later, he was reading The New York Times on the subway on the way to work, and read that Penguin was merging with another publisher. Here we go again. If it weren’t for Fifty Shades of Gray, Random House (and Barnes & Noble, for that matter) would have been on life support. There would have been nothing left to merge. Penguin’s owner, Pearson LLC, is the smartest guy in the room, dumping off Penguin’s trade publishing on Bertlesmann, a German conglomerate which somehow still thinks it can make money selling books. And now a few thousand more publishing employees are going to leave the world of books and hit the bricks. So let the handwringing begin. The collapse of a once proud industry has taken a giant step forward. And there ain’t no synergies in that. New York Times best selling author and Shark Tank survivor Michael Levin runs www.BusinessGhost.com, and is a nationally acknowledged thought leader on the future of book publishing. [post_title] => Publishers, Weakly: What the Penguin/Random House Merger Really Means [post_excerpt] => [post_status] => publish [comment_status] => open [ping_status] => closed [post_password] => [post_name] => publishers-weakly-what-penguinrandom-house-merger-really-means [to_ping] => [pinged] => [post_modified] => 2022-07-22 11:17:26 [post_modified_gmt] => 2022-07-22 18:17:26 [post_content_filtered] => [post_parent] => 0 [guid] => https://www.humortimes.com/?p=13441 [menu_order] => 0 [post_type] => post [post_mime_type] => [comment_count] => 1 [filter] => raw )

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Fifty Shades of … OMG!

Fifty Shades of … OMG!
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    [post_content] => When I purchased my copy of “Fifty Shades of Grey,” the first book in the Fifty Shades trilogy, the cashier asked if I wanted a receipt. “Absolutely,“ I told her. “I’m reading the book for review, so I’ll be reimbursed.“

“I want YOUR job,” she said. laughing “This book is hot!”

It sure is, both in the sense that it’s full of steamy sex and that it’s a runaway bestseller. Penned by British first-time author E. L. James, who released it as an e-book, the trilogy sold so well that Vintage Books published a print edition, which became an instant best seller. The library system where I work owns 92 copies of the first book alone. Last time I checked the reserve list, there were 267 women waiting to read it.

Fifty Shades of GreyThe publisher calls this smut-drenched novel an “erotic romance.” If you ask me, erotica is just smut that’s putting on airs. Let’s call this book what it is. Porn.

Porn you can get at the local public library is something new. So is porn for women. (Men aren’t reading this book.) The “nice girls don’t” stigma attached to women reading smut has finally vanished. Women of all ages, educational levels and income brackets are buying this book, or unashamedly handing over their library cards and checking it out. Not to mention recommending it to their friends.

I cracked it open, curious, and was soon absorbed. Is the writing any good? Absolutely not. It’s romance writing at its worst, teaming with clichés, stereotypes and purple prose. But James is a good enough storyteller to grab your interest and keep the story moving. “He rises and strolls toward me, an amused appraising smile on his beautiful sculptured lips“ is, undeniably, a very bad sentence. But you’ll probably be too busy turning pages to care.

“Fifty Shades” starts out like a garden-variety romance. College student Anastasia Steele (who is, implausibly, a virgin) is both attracted to and repelled by drop-dead gorgeous twenty-seven year old billionaire Christian Grey after she interviews him for the school paper. They have nothing in common, yet become obsessed with each other. You think you know exactly where this is going. But then you hit the first sex scene. Not only is it extremely explicit, but it goes on for twelve pages. Page after page of “My nipples bear the delicious brunt of his deft fingers and lips, setting alight every single nerve ending, so that my whole body sings with sweet agony.” (And that’s one of the tamer sentences.)

It soon becomes clear that this particular romance isn’t as much about whether these two will overcome all obstacles to end up in each others arms, but whether Anastasia will agree to become Christian’s sadomasochistic sex slave, under the terms of a ten page contract (which is set forth in its entirety, starting on page 165.) Much of the book is devoted to negotiating this contract. Is whipping okay? How about bondage? Being suspended from the ceiling, Ana tells Christian, is definitely a deal-breaker. As they wrangle over clauses, Ana and Christian enjoy page after page of hot vanilla sex, as well as sexy billionaire pass times like commuting to Christian’s penthouse via helicopter and dining together in upscale restaurants. (After which they go back to his place, where he ties her hands with a very special necktie, rips her panties off and they go at it.)

Then it’s back to more contract negotiation.

Is “Fifty Shades” fun to read? Sure. It’s also absolutely ridiculous. And completely implausible. She’s about to graduate from college, and she’s still a virgin? She comes like gangbusters -- many times -- the first time she has sex? And after an impressively athletic all-out first-time boinking session, she doesn’t even get a urinary infection?

This is fantasyland for sure.

Will “Shades of Grey” turn YOU on? If the sentence “My breasts swell, and my nipples harden under his steady gaze.” intrigues you, I’d encourage you to pick up a copy. But I’ll also warn you that when the whipping starts, you may decide to bid farewell to Grey and Ana, and watch “Downton Abbey” instead.

A librarian friend of mine who is a porn aficionado wasn’t impressed. “It’s nothing special,” she shrugged. “I could definitely put it down.“ But women new to porn are flocking to “Fifty Shades.”

Why is “romantic erotica” suddenly taking off? We can thank the internet. In the pre-digital age, if James had submitted this weird mix of romance, explicit sadomasochistic sex and contract negotiation to a publisher, would they have touched it? Not a chance. By releasing it as an e-book, she could bypass the gatekeepers, go right to her audience (women) and give us what we want. (Hot spicy sex!)

This is a development that brings new meaning to the phrase “sisters are doing it for themselves.”

The only real surprise is that the first novel to bring porn to ordinary women in a big way doesn’t just contain really explicit sex, but really explicit sadomasochistic sex. I don’t think anyone saw that coming.

Will Anastasia submit to a lifetime of flogging in Christian’s “red room of pain?” Why on earth would she? Well he’s rich and accomplished and handsome and hot. But he’s also the kind of dude who shows you his dungeon on the first date. Even Ana, besotted, recognizes that Christian is bad boyfriend material. He’s a stalker and a control freak who seethes with jealous rage if she so much as mentions another man. But he can pilot a helicopter! And play melancholy songs on the piano! And, after beating her, he’s quick to tenderly soothe her aching tushie with baby oil. By the end of the book, when finally Ana invites Christian to seriously punish her, it’s clear that these two are made for each other. (Although my inner feminist couldn’t help but think: this is a happy ending?)

Am I hooked? Do I need to know whether Ana will end up suspended from the ceiling? Or what‘s up with those weird scars on Christian’s chest? Am I going to read “Fifty Shades Darker,“ the next book in the trilogy? I won’t buy it. But I just might put it on reserve at the library.

If I do, I’ll be number 157 on the waiting list.

This essay first appeared on www.womensvoicesforchange.org.


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New Novel Follows Man Looking for Love with Comic Help from Lucifer

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“The Devil Loves Disco” by Kevin Collins portrays a man unlucky in love who accepts help from the Devil himself to find Ms. Right

“The Devil Loves Disco” (ISBN 1456355139) by Kevin Collins is a comedic love story about Parker Cole, a man looking for love without realizing that it threatens his very soul. When Cole comes across the Devil, a comic character still stuck in the era of bell-bottom jeans and disco balls, he is offered “soul-free” help in finding love. Or so he thinks. [caption id="" align="alignleft" width="157" caption=""The Devil Loves Disco" by Kevin Collins"][/caption] As Cole plunges deeper into the world of romance presented to him by Satan himself, he comes to realize his prospect isn’t as genuine as she seems and that the Devil may have been spinning a sinister trap all along. Desperate to pursue the woman he truly wants, Cole is sued by the Devil in a court of the damned with a rigged jury and his soul on the line. Now he must defend himself against impossible odds to win the heart of the woman he wooed all by himself. “My writing has been described as comedy with a heart,” says Collins. “Bear in mind, I was rejected by one literary agent because he said my book was too funny. I really don’t see how that could be a problem, but that’s what he said.” Set in a modern day New York City, the novel chronicles Cole’s romantic escapades from a high-profile relationship with a serial widow to a courtroom complete with a rigged jury and a demonic plaintiff. As he struggles with his faith, Cole realizes it’s the only thing that might be able to save his soul. After trial, the story continues as Cole’s life is transformed forever. “The Devil Loves Disco” is available for sale online at Amazon.com and other channels. About the Author: Kevin Collins is a writer and computer programmer. A graduate of Texas Tech University, Collins now works for a large music, book and video wholesaler. In addition to writing, he enjoys cycling and disco music. He resides in Texas with his wife, Kris and their daughters, Alex and Sierra. [post_title] => New Novel Follows Man Looking for Love with Comic Help from Lucifer [post_excerpt] => [post_status] => publish [comment_status] => open [ping_status] => open [post_password] => [post_name] => novel-follows-man-looking-for-love-help-from-lucifer [to_ping] => [pinged] => [post_modified] => 2018-12-21 20:26:18 [post_modified_gmt] => 2018-12-22 04:26:18 [post_content_filtered] => [post_parent] => 0 [guid] => https://www.humortimes.com/?p=10084 [menu_order] => 0 [post_type] => post [post_mime_type] => [comment_count] => 0 [filter] => raw )

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An Indie Comedy and Humor Book Contest? Shirley You Jest!

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This first-ever indie book contest awards publicity-based prizes

LOS ANGELES, CA – The Shirley You Jest! Book Awards upholds the belief that laughter can cure what ails ya. Presented by Liz D Publicity & Promotions, the SYJ! contest honors books by self-published and traditionally published independent authors that "deliver the funny.” The competition is open to fiction and non-fiction books that contain strong comedic and humorous elements. Both digital and print titles with 2011 and 2012 copyright dates are accepted, June 1 - August 1, 2012. SYJ!’s panel of first round and finalist judges consists of well-read authors, humor writers, bloggers and book clubbers. Judging criteria include the quality of “the funny,” story structure, literary content and writing style. On National Author’s Day (November 1, 2012), Shirley Awards will be presented to the top two entries in each fiction and non-fiction category. Winners receive exposure from SYJ! prize sponsors, such as author interviews, book reviews and social media mentions. The list of participating US, Canadian and UK prize sponsors include: Humor Times, Underground Book Reviews, Book Guys, Great Minds Think Aloud Literary Community, Morgen Bailey’s Writing Blog, Author Groupie, A Cup of Coffee and a Good Book, All Fooked Up, The Paperback Pursuer, Indie Author News, Mercurial Musings, The Humor Columnist, WriteHook, The Lenny and John Show, Conversations LIVE Radio and Conversations Magazine. Entry fee is $50. For contest details and official entry form, visit www.shirley-you-jest.net.
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