The Bible Of Dirty Jokes

 

In The Bible of Dirty Jokes, Eileen Pollack (Breaking and Entering, A Perfect Life) brings to life the hilarious and moving history of Borscht Belt comedy, Catskills resorts, and the notorious Jewish mob, Murder Inc.

In a novel that reads like a cross between The Sopranos and a Sarah Silverman special, Pollack bestows on American literature a protagonist for the ages, the wisecracking, starry-eyed, endlessly generous and forgiving Ketzel Weinrach. On a reeling, roundabout hunt for her beloved brother, Potsie, who has gone missing in Las Vegas, she finds herself in ever weirder and more unnerving locations. She uncovers dark family secrets, buried bodies, and repressed memories and comes to see her failed comedy career and her deception-riddled marriage to the late Morty Tittelman, self-styled professor of dirty jokes and erotic folklore, in new and wonderful ways.

Pollack’s most inventive book yet, The Bible of Dirty Jokes combines her wry, empathetic commentary on contemporary America with her gift for comic about-turns. Part risqué romantic romp, part murder mystery, this big-hearted, provocative book refuses to sit quietly in the corner; its heroine persists through strip clubs, secret New Jersey lockers, and warehouses of ill-gotten Rat Pack artifacts. The way ahead is far from pretty, and Ketzel doesn’t emerge unscathed. But as we travel by her side, we end up one step closer to the answer to the eternal question: Can a woman tell a dirty joke without the joke being on her?

 

Praise for The Bible of Dirty Jokes

“Although the plot seems fairly innocent — woman goes to find her brother, begins to flirt with an old flame, takes care of her niece — it does take place in Las Vegas, and Pollack is good at describing the ironies of the city: the glitzy facade hiding a slew of sad, tired characters beaten down by life. But it’s also a place of opportunities and chance, and one of the most endearing moments in the book is when Ketzel gets to perform a new comedy act, albeit in a club called Nips. It’s the culmination of Ketzel’s growth from a grieving widow who relied on her husband’s opinions to a modern feminist who is becoming more aware of the realities of the women supporting sex-obsessed men. Pollack understands humor well … Ultimately, the book is heartwarming, and addresses some serious issues regarding women’s available choices and the way their bodies are used, both literally and figuratively.”Ilana Masad in The New York TImes

The Bible of Dirty Jokes is a bawdy and absorbing read—a madcap mystery about family secrets, small time stand-up comedy and big-time crimes. Visit the back alleys of the Borscht Belt and the underworld beyond with Eileen Pollack, one of our finest, and funniest, writers.”
-Claire Vaye Watkins

“From the Borscht Belt comedy circuit of the Catskills to the strip clubs of Las Vegas with a pit stop in New Mexico along the way, Eileen Pollack takes us on a wild ride. Part murder mystery, part meditation on humor and love, The Bible of Dirty Jokes is, all parts, eloquent, moving, and wonderfully written. It’s also great fun. It’s a wild romp of a novel.”
-Joshua Henkin

The Bible of Dirty Jokes is rowdy, bawdy and full of mischief. Pollack delivers on the humor and the pathos, not to mention the sex, gangsters, and mystery.”
-Sam Lipsyte

 

Excerpt from The Bible of Dirty Jokes

“…As a little girl, I understood only that the comics who performed at our hotel were heroes. When they strutted across a stage, everyone paid attention, while no matter what I did, no one seemed to see me. I started collecting jokes in a three-ring binder. I would transcribe a comedian’s best routines, even his second best, or his third, then practice retelling them to the mirror until I had perfected each inflection, every eye-cross and pregnant pause. Back when I was ten and Rodney Dangerfield was still an aluminum-siding salesman named Jack Roy who worked the Hospitality’s stage for free, I could mimic that droopy lower lip, that heavenward gaze, and that sly self-mocking whine. I tell ya, I get no respect. I was such an ugly kid, my mother breastfed me through a straw. My wife, her favorite position is facing Bloomingdale’s. And this girl I’ve been seeing? I say to her, ‘Come home with me, baby, and I’ll show you where it’s at,’ and she says, ‘You better show me, because last time I couldn’t find it.’…The next time these same performers came to play our hotel, I would treat them to my imitations of their own routines. Oh, how they hooted and how they howled. Ketzel, you’re such a natural! You’ve got the timing down pat. No one could teach a person to make the faces you make, to move the way you move. You’ll carry on single-handed after all us old farts are dead.

That is, until I revealed that I wanted to be a comic, too….”

 

“A snappy tale of family and reinvention with a whip-smart heroine driving the action.”BOOKLIST ONLINE (Click for full review) 

 

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