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JEAN SHEPHERD truths and fictions (part 2)

 

Continuing parts of the John Wingate interview of Shep on 9/18/73 (CD of interview provided by Shep enthusiast Gary.)

A call-in listener says: “When you were in World War II.”

Shep: “I was not. I was in the Korean War.”

Listener: “In the Korean War?”

Shep: That is correct.”

Shepherd has claimed this more than once. However, we have copies of his World War II service papers, including this one indicating his discharge on 16 December, 1944:

(Taken from http://www.flicklives.com)

Another caller asks about the story he told of a German submarine off the coast of Florida when he was in service there. So wasn’t he in World War II? Shep says he never told a story about a sub. (But see my transcript of his “Swamp Radar” story published in my Shep’s Army, and listen to it on the brassfiglagee website, dated 6/20/64.)

Maybe he forgot he’d told the sub story? But his insisting that he was not in World War II, but in the Korean War, was probably an attempt to make himself seem younger than he really was. He was consciously not telling the truth. It’s far easier to gather info now about truths/fictions  than it was a few decades ago–we have the magnificent Internet, which includes such great Shep sources as http://www.flicklives.com.

(Much more on true/fiction to come.)

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JEAN SHEPHERD–and KEN NORDINE

Word jazz artist Ken Nordine has died. Because of his work’s relationship to Jean Shepherd’s radio improvisations, lo these many years ago I contacted him and I believe we spoke for a few minutes by phone. Unfortunately, neither my physical archives of papers, tapes, and CDs, nor my crumbling memory can locate a damn thing we said. I vaguely recall (I think) that Nordine was familiar with and appreciative of Shepherd’s work. I encountered his obituary this morning in the New York Times:

Googling reveals lots more. For Shepherd enthusiasts especially, his work is worth pursuing.


By Christopher Borrelli
Chicago Tribune

For those unfamiliar with “Word Jazz”: Imagine the silkiest voice delivering light Beat poetry over an aural landscape of piano tinkling and ringing phones and plops and echoes and hums, seeming to meander so far into Nordine’s subconscious that (through the miracle of tape) he has sonorous, trance-inducing discussions with his own thoughts.

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By Rick Kogan Chicago Tribune (TNS)  Feb 16, 2019

….What you will discover is the voice of Ken Nordine, one of the few people in the history of radio to use the medium to its fullest potential, rather than as a forum for blather, confrontation, inanities and noisy nonsense. He made a kind of vocal music as the voice of thousands of commercials and as the force behind a new art form he created and called “word jazz.”

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Also part of NYT obit, Nordine is quoted that the goal of his poetry

was to “make people think about their thinking

and feel about their feeling,

but even more important to think about their feeling

and feel about their thinking.”

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JEAN SHEPHERD—my I, LIBERTINE affair (part 2)

For years, only the full-color paperback was generally known of—I discovered the hardcover when I searched the title and bought it online. I also encountered and bought the English paperback and English hardcover, both provocative in monochrome hardback and full-color paperback covers. In describing biographical bits of the fictitious Ewing for the hardcover, the publisher seems to have aided and abetted the hoax, as seen on the dust jacket’s back:

I now possess a paperback personally signed for me by Shepherd; a paperback signed by Sturgeon (bought online); the Ballantine hardcover; the English paperback; the English hardcover. Clustered together in a protective plastic box with these five, I have the short bibliography, Ballantine Books The First Decade by David Aronovitz, which speaks of simultaneous soft and hardcover publication:

[Ian Ballantine] would gain this advantage by off-setting the total printing cost of the specific publication with shared costs from its soft-cover run, thus reaching the mass market as well as gaining review status and credibility at the same time.

Recently I had an email exchange with a Sturgeon authority, who disagrees with me about the quality of writing in I, Libertine, saying it’s one of Sturgeon’s best. I can’t discuss the matter now because I last read it a few years back and it was many forgetful decades ago that I first read it and read Sturgeon’s short story collection Caviar. (I’m amused and appreciative regarding the title–that “caviar” is the rare and high-quality eggs (creation) of the fish called “sturgeon.”)

I much appreciate and admire

the youthful playfulness, wit, and obvious enthusiasm

that Shepherd, Sturgeon, (Mad) Kelly Freas, and Ballantine

exhibited as they hoaxed their creation into real life.

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JEAN SHEPHERD truths and fictions & (ARTSY down the tubes?)

Recently a Shepherd enthusiast kindly sent me a CD with a two-hour radio interview by newscaster John Wingate of Shep from September 18, 1973. Shep said:

“A lot of people take what I say seriously….”

Shep talks of a frequent type of letter he gets:

“Dear Mr. Shepherd, you’re probably not aware that you were very funny last night. I know that you were talking seriously, but my friend and I couldn’t help but laugh at what you said. We don’t want to offend you.”

These people really don’t have much sense of humor, and they have to be told something’s funny. And strangely enough, often the more intelligent person is the less humor he has. He’s very serious….

Humor is a very difficult field to be in and I—I never disabuse anybody—if somebody write me a long letter and they take my characters for real…you know they’ll tell me—I’ll get a letter that says, “How long has it been since you’ve seen Flick?” Not knowing that this is a fictional character.

Shepherd says here regarding, in his broadcasts, the mix between true commentary and his “stories” which he told as truth, but which were really fiction. In his comment about Flick, however, he conflated his fictional story about Flick with the fact that, in real life, he did indeed have a boyhood friend named Flick. If he’d really wanted to describe his varied story-telling strategies, he could have explained that he sometimes used real names of people from his childhood as the scaffolding for his created fictions. But maybe that would have been too much or too revealing to explain, and the simple falsehood served better than the complex truth.

–Upon searching the web for references, I encountered this:

The roots of the distinguished German surname Flickinger lie in the former duchy of Swabia. The name derives from the Middle High German word “vlicken,” meaning “to patch,” and was most likely originally borne by someone who patched shoes or fabric.

(more to come of this?)

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EXCERPT OF QUERY PROPOSAL FOR POSSIBLE PUBLICATION

Millions of esthetically literate, but often passive people, love art, so, in over eight-score totally true tales, I startle, entertain, and enlighten those millions with my book-length, illustrated manuscript of Artsy Fartsy essays–audaciously employing my wide-ranging interests and experiences with, among many others: Hieronymus Bosch, Jerry Seinfeld, Cezanne, Suzanne Farrell, Picasso, Margaret Mead, Hokusai, Dee Snider (“We’re Not Gonna Take It”), and The Vampire Lady, who, in her Washington Square penthouse, served me tea beside her Christmas tree hung with Dracula trinkets.

I describe and illustrate: how, when the director of New York’s American Museum of Natural History arrived in front of the Easter Island Head in the permanent Pacific Hall I was designing, I wielded my heavy hammer and forcefully bashed that Head on the nose (Wham! Wham! Wham!)—he looked at it aghast and said, “Gene, you win”; how I absconded with an architectural hunk of the Roman Forum and fondled 30,000-year-old Venuses–naked, every one of ‘em; how I sold a hundred sets of my “Guernica Colorization Kit “ that includes three Crayolas per set–out of a vending machine for a $1.25 each. I could go on, and I do, in my complete manuscript, ARTSY FARTSY: Semiconsequential Encounters in a World of Art That Matters….

I believe that Artsy Fartsy is unique in the world of art appreciation and insights, because it not only describes true, quirky, and unique connections to the arts most people never experience (but wish they could), but is entertaining, unexpected, and of encouragement to others to follow my lead into the highways and side roads of art.

Dear Eugene,

Thank you for sending us the information and manuscript for your book “Artsy Fartsy: Semiconsequential Encounters in a World of Art That Matters”. We’ve taken time to look over your book, and certainly we have found it to be both informative and entertaining. However, given that we are a small publishing company here XXXX, we feel that we would not be able to provide the full promotional support that you would require for a book of this nature, especially given its focus on the American art world. I have no doubt that you will find a larger publishing house that will be able to offer the book the marketing programme that it deserves. We also feel, given the way that our catalogue is shaping up over the next few years that your book would be an unusual fit amongst the particular titles that we have lined up, and this would make it more difficult for us to market effectively as a result.

Thank you very much for having sent us over the information about your book. We appreciate you taking the time to contact us, and for considering us as a potential publisher of your work. We wish you every success with “Artsy Fartsy” for the future.

With kind regards,

XXXXXXX

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Dear XXXXXXX,

Thank you very much for your kind reply. I’ve tried some of the major art book publishers here, and haven’t even gotten a “Thanks, but no thanks” from any of them. Such is the world of art, artsy, publishing, and writing.

Sincerely,

Eugene

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JEAN SHEPHERD—my I, LIBERTINE affair (part 1).

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Paperback Pioneer Betty Ballantine Dead at 99

By The Associated Press Feb. 13, 2019

Google Alerts

….One memorable Ballantine release was inspired by a hoax. In 1956, nighttime radio personality Jean Shepherd was telling listeners that they should….

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THE HOAX THAT CAME TO STAY

Jean Shepherd’s I, Libertine hoax book (Ballantine Books, 1956) has been written

about and discussed many times. I’m at it again in hopes of discovering more.

I wrote about it in numerous places in my Excelsior, You Fathead (2005). Here are two excerpts:

It is unclear to what extent Shepherd authored what was eventually written and published as a paperback, with a limited-run hardcover edition….

The September 16, 1956 New York Times review says, in part:

Nevertheless, readers who enjoy their genealogy served with sex, and unraveled at a twentieth-century tempo, will find much to their taste in this bebop minuet….I, Libertine has been termed by Publishers Weekly, “The hoax that became a book.” Originally the hoax was launched by Jean Shepherd, an all-night disk jockey who sent his listeners (the Night People) into bookstores in quest of a “classic” that did not exist. Mr. Ewing came to the rescue—i.e., the book was co-authored by the team of Shepherd and Sturgeon. I, Libertine is history once over slightly.

My stand-alone article about it appeared in “The magazine for paperback readers and collectors,” Paperback Parade #65 (2006), titled “I, Libertine From Hoax to Best-Selling Paperback.” It says in part:

The front cover art was painted in bodice-ripper style by science-fiction illustrator and eventual Mad Comic artist Kelly Freas. It features an 18th century English scene with leering libertine, blonde with alarming décolletage, and a coach with Shepherd’s frequently exclaimed ironic motto “EXCELSIOR” on it. A tavern sign in the background gives a clue to the creators of the book as the book’s narrative puts it, “A shepherd’s crook and a bony sturgeon swung in the bright noon sun over the entrance to the Fish and Staff.”

Some details of the cover can be seen below. Note that the word EXCELSIOR on the paperback cover is cropped so that only ELSIOR shows (Probably a proportion problem regarding the illustration for the two editions). The problems for me is that the hardcover pink is ugly and obscures the word EXCELSIOR, though it shows up in its entirety (if one stares at it hard enough). The tavern sign is also very obscure on the pink dust jacket. The hard cover jacket is worse than useless (but cheap).

(Much more to come!)

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JEAN SHEPHERD –Art=Joy (part 2 of 2)

In my selection of visual artists I see art-filled exuberance for nature, for humanity—for life.

How, in a single image capture and exemplify their exuberance?

Can’t be done, but I try.

First just a listing of the visual artists that come to mind (I hope other people will respond with discussion and other choices). Then a single example of what I mean—some examples will not be what one might expect, but that should be part of the fun in discovery. Michelangelo (showing one of his “Prisoners” struggling to free himself from the marble from which he is being chiseled/born/created), William Blake, Turner, Hokusai (the old man crazy about art, best known for his great wave crashing over a tiny boat, is shown in one of his woodblocks—maybe himself, crazy about Mt. Fuji reflected in a cup—of sake?), Cezanne, Van Gogh, Picasso, Jackson Pollack, John Marin (“The Written Sea,” 1952, done with the kind of line he had been developing along with his expressionist watercolor strokes, for decades,—this a few years after the beginnings of abstract expressionism). What other artists should be added?

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JEAN SHEPHERD –art=joy & Artsy on a peapod bag installation

I just read an artist’s short essay in the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s book, The Artist Project. In the book, over a hundred artists comment on their favorite artwork in the Museum. Artist Cecily Brown begins, “Art has always been my religion, in a way. It fulfills a role in my life that other people might fill through religion.” This is debatable, but her comment inspires me to contemplate how some artists may well find this to be the case.

A couple of artists-in-sound. Other than Jean Shepherd I won’t depict, but just in words, give examples:

JEAN SHEPHERD, doing his nightly extended monologs on radio, or cornering a stranger and monolog-ing the person for 45 minutes, then going home and talking for hours on ham radio is a good example of an audio artist obsessed with the sound and content of his own voice.

Barely contained within the hard covers of a 500-page book preceded by pages of accolades such as: “A sort of oral abstract expressionist” unrestrained within the expression of a silly effusive photo—

The absurdist immortal exuberance of “Excelsior, you fathead.”

JANIS JOPLIN delivering nearly six minutes of ecstatic emotion at the Monterrey Pop Festival with her “Ball and Chain.”

JIMI HENDRIX exploding at Woodstock with his “Star Spangled Banner.”

In written words themselves, I nominate four:

WALT WHITMAN—his closing lines of “Song of Myself,” [dots are Whitman’s] in the first edition of Leaves of Grass

I depart as air …. I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,/I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags./ I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,/If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

THOMAS WOLFE—from You Can’t Go Home Again—

This is man: a writer of books, a putter-down of words, a painter of pictures, a maker of ten thousand philosophies. He grows passionate over ideas, he hurls scorn and mockery at another’s work, he finds the one way, the true way, for himself, and calls all others false.

DYLAN THOMAS—from “In My Craft or Sullen Art”

Not for the proud man apart/From the raging moon I write/On these spindrift pages/Nor for the towering dead/With their nightingales and psalms/But for the lovers, their arms/Round the griefs of the ages,/Who pay no praise or wages/Nor heed my craft or art.

ALLEN GINSBERG—from “Howl”

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,/dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night….

(End of part 1 of 2)

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We just received a large delivery of groceries in plastic bags on a rainy evening. Hung out to dry (we save the bags for future use), esthetically they form, I see, a veritable environmental art installation.

Allison photographed it and I named it “Pea Pod Kitschy.” I’ve suggested that the exhibit be promoted by New York’s Museum of Modern Art, that we charge $20 individual admission for this, its inaugural venue (advance ticket purchases recommended), and that we pack it all up by mid-summer and offer it to other cultural institutions for exhibition. These non-profits will be charged a reasonable rental fee, which will cover the costs of a full-color installation manual and the disassembling, shipping, and reassembling of our kitchen cabinets.

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JEAN SHEPHERD–ARTSY James A. Michener

There is some relationship between Jean Shepherd’s intertwining truth and fiction and James Michener’s works–especially in his long novels, in which he envelops the reader in true descriptive information regarding the people and locations of his fictions. I’ve just become aware of, and begun reading, Michener’s novel titled The Novel (1991), which is written about the process of writing, publishing, and surviving the critics’ reactions. One suspects that this novel especially, narrated by a fictional writer, has some resemblance, in his musings and reactions, to the truths and fictions of Michener himself. One is tempted to think of many creators, including Jean Shepherd, in that regard.

Michener’s narrator/author comments: “..if I were starting over tonight as a beginning writer I wouldn’t dream of doing it the way I did. I would be adventurous. I’d use new styles, new forms, new discoveries in psychology, new approaches to the reader, new everything. I am addicted to constant change in all things.”

I, snob that I am, have always thought of James A. Michener’s novels as “middle-brow,” even though I’d never read any of his enormous tomes—only his Tales of the South Pacific, short stories upon which the musical “South Pacific” is based. However, my wife, whose knowledge and perception of literature is far superior to mine, tells me that he writes extremely well and is fair-minded in dealing with people and their historical settings; one cares about his characters; his descriptions of setting are dense and transport one to a place; one learns a lot about people and the settings they’re in; Michener’s novels deal with morality in a league with the best fiction—that, indeed, he is on a level with the best of them.

My main contact with his work is through two of his lesser-known books, which express his deep and abiding knowledge and love of traditional Japanese woodblock art. He amassed an enormous and important collection of it and bequeathed it to a Hawaii museum.

Click on images to enlarge.

Read these books to enlarge understanding.

His overview of that art, The Floating World, written in 1954, I find the most interesting and accessible book on one of my favorite artistic subjects. In his foreword he calls “An Explanation,” he writes:

It is the ambition of this book to accomplish four things: First, it tries to provide an account of the life and death of an art….

Second, this book tries to identify the relationship of certain great individual figures to the ebb and flow of a total art….

Third, this book tries to explain what happens to an art when a powerful and practical civil government begins to regulate all aspects of that art….

We Americans need to be reminded that a man with the mind of a mouse can lay down completely reasonable laws to govern the artistic process or any other social process. An idiot can propose such laws and make them sound logical. But of course, the social process thus regimented will always wither….

Furthermore, the Japanese print is fun. It comprises one of the most totally delightful art forms ever devised. Its colors are varied, its subject matter witty, its allurement infinite.

Fourth, this book endeavors to bring home to the American people the stunning fact that our museums contain the world’s finest collection of Japanese prints….

Michener’s other book about Japanese woodblock print art concerns a fractional part of my favorite Japanese artist, Hokusai (best known for his “Great Wave” print). I own numerous books about Hokusai, and own several early editions of his art in book form, including an original of his extraordinary artists’ book–woodblock-printed volume, done circa 1805, Views Along the Sumida River.

During many of the later years of his life–and posthumously–Hokusai published fifteen individual volumes referred to as “sketchbooks” or “manga.” These books were possibly lessons for his many students/assistants and include exuberant depictions of major and minor images of Japan, its peoples, customs, and land. I have a late, non-first-editions set of the fifteen (1878).

The Michener book has special interest because of his opening essay/foreword:

Hokusai’s Manga is a work of such Gargantuan proportions that one’s reactions to it are apt to be more personal than objective. Some critics have condemned its fifteen crowded volumes as “an out pouring of sketches lacking organization or meaning.” Others, impressed by the art and vitality of the sketches, have judged them to be “a major art treasure.”

My own reaction has certainly been subjective, especially since the airplane in which I was carrying the completed manuscript for the book from America to the publishers in Japan crashed into the Pacific Ocean. Fortunately, all passengers and crew were saved, but my manuscript and the make-up pages illustrating it were lost, and that was a grievous blow.

But there could have been no finer therapy for me, in the days following the accident, than the reconstruction of this manuscript, because it dealt with Hokusai, and if there is any artist in the world who has caught the exact emotions that possessed me when I looked out of the door of the ditched plane and saw the friends who had preceded me struggling in the ocean—if there is any artist who has depicted men and women tangled up in life—it is the man who drew the teeming, tangled pages for the Manga sketchbooks.

Losing the completed manuscript and all the ancillary work that went into any major book–and picking up and recreating it–is extraordinary, and undoubtedly beyond my picayune, emotional capabilities. (I hate repeating myself in any such re-workings of my energy.)

Beyond Michener’s recreating the text and illustrative material of the book for print,

the peculiar and loving form in which the book was produced

requires my following description.

Traditional Japanese woodblock printed books are constructed with thin, translucent rice paper that, if printed on both sides, would allow the back sides to bleed through and corrupt the front images. Thus, double-width sheets were printed on only one side and folded over. An open double-spread, on its left side, has the right-hand-half of the previous fold-over sheet–and its right side has the half of the following fold-over sheet. The inner blank sides buffer, preventing an ink and visual bleed-through.

At obvious additional cost, Michener’s book is bound and printed by replicating this more intensive/expensive process of folded sheets. In addition, to help express printing subtleties distinguishing his book’s modern, mechanized, photo-lithographic printing and the Manga’s traditional woodblock printing, an actual woodblock printed example is bound into the book:

As a further expression of Michener’s fulness of mind and heart–his intense exuberance to express every last aspect of what he knows and feels–finding that some of the captions for his illustrations would not fit in their rightful places, rather than make all the illustrations smaller, or edit-down (cut short what should be said), at his book’s end he placed the location-deprived information in a special position of its own.

James A. Michener, you are an artsy man worthy of high esteem,

and indeed–awe!

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JEAN SHEPHERD –and others–true/fiction (4 of several)

Click on images to enlarge

Somewhere in all of the above we can locate where Jean Shepherd’s kid stories and army stories fit. People following my thinking on this matter may remember that my strong belief is that Shepherd was inspired by his extraordinary ability to understand what it’s like to be a kid and a soldier, and this facilitated his related, extraordinary ability to transform such perceptions into mostly fictional material. This despite his confounding us with the use of his own middle name as the family name of his Parker family stories; using the exact street address where he grew up; using the real Warren G. Harding grammar school name (surely that was a witty fiction? No, it was true). One could go on—and on.

One might remember Shepherd’s comment at the opening of his first book of kid stories: “The characters, places, and events described herein are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to individuals living or dead is purely coincidental, accidental, or the result of faulty imagination.” Also of some relevance is the report that when Shepherd encountered that the New York Times had listed the book as non-fiction, he contacted them to insist that it was fiction.

Jean Parker Shepherd–truth-teller/fiction-teller, depending.

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Along the way in these mental perambulations,

I was made aware of a diagram online that seemed a related fit to

Jean Shepherd’s frequent style of monolog.

It’s by witty chart maker, Dani Donovan (www.danidonovan.com).

I tried making contact, but got no response:

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Not exactly by accident, I’m reminded of my own manner of

adjusting my depictions of real landscape sites by shifting my head

a bit to  alter what I see, while forming a modern-based

cropping and use of the white paper.

(Birch trees sometimes come in handy for this):

Thus endith the improvising/true/fiction/manipulations

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