Word: joe
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Dial-the-Radio. The trend away from packaged format continues, and the direction is toward talk, talk, talk. Joe Pyne, who gives his viewers a thrill by insulting guests, is running on 46 stations. David Susskind's discussion show hits 17 stations. William F. Buckley Jr., on 20 stations, commands one of the more intelligent talk shows. Los Angeles Mayor Sam Yorty is a regular chatterbox on local TV, joshing away with Pierre Salinger or George Jessel, and Comic Mort Sahl has found a Los Angeles TV soapbox from which to harangue an avid following with his prophecies...
...mean I recognized the goddam kid right away. He's my Jewish-Indian literary cousin Joe Hosea, the one who got thrown out of prep school in Bombay because the phonies thought he was trying to burn down the school. A very big deal. I mean all he did was drop a match in a pile of wood shavings in the carpentry shed. Then my literary aunt and uncle packed him off to military school. Way off in the Himalayas, for Chrissake...
Alienated. What really knocks me out about old Joe is he is a moron just like I was when I got the axe at Pencey Prep. I mean he's really irresponsible. My Aunt Nina wants him to be a Disraeli or something, but Joe's ambition is to be a khutmul Mao. If you must know, that's a person rich Hindus hire to lie in their beds at home while they go on holiday so the bedbugs will have somebody to bite. Joe's a terrific liar, so you never know when...
There's a lot of that Santha Rama Rau crud in the front of the book about old Joe's family and how they came to India from Poland or Lithuania and all. His mother is always telling Joe to tuck his goddam shirt in, but she's mostly wrapped up in all the swell work she's doing for the Bombay chapter of the Hadassah and worrying about her daughters marrying some Buddhist. His father-Sir Abraham for Chrissake-is a King's Counsel, a lawyer who's only interested in making money...
Please Be My Guru. The part of Clown on Fire that really kills me is Joe trying to find himself. I mean he looks all over India. That's because he's depressed as hell about life and how hard it is to make meaningful relationships with people! It knocks me out the way he's always asking people, "Will you be my guru?" I know it sounds like one of those windy New Yorker stories about sensitive teen-agers growing up in India wearing pith helmets instead of red hunting hats. But Joe is telling...