I have been a fan of the Marx Brothers since the age of
seven. I have seen all of their 13 movies on the big screen, on TV and on DVD
countless times (my favorite is still “Duck Soup”).
But I have always been a fan of Groucho … his distinctive
nasal voice, his rapid-fire delivery, his trademark moustache, eyebrows and
glasses combination, his use of a cigar as a comedy device, and especially his
brand of insult humour that he used to deflate and tear down the stuffy
establishment that he always looked at with a great deal of disdain (which was
usually in the form of his perfect foil Margaret Dumont).
And one of the trickle down effects of being a devoted fan of
Groucho, Harpo, Chico (and sometimes Zeppo) was that I read practically every
book that was written about them or by them (on that note, I highly recommend
Groucho’s 1959 memoir Groucho and Me,
Harpo’s 1961 memoir Harpo Speaks! and
Simon Louvish’s 1999 collective bio Monkey
Business). I thought I knew everything about the Marx Brothers – especially
Groucho – and their six decades in show business.
And then Lee Siegel’s newly-released biography Groucho Marx: The Comedy of Existence
was added to my expansive Marx Brothers library, and it gave me a whole new
perspective on one of my favorite comedians.
Published as part of Yale University Press’ Jewish Lives
series, Groucho Marx: The Comedy of
Existence delves into Groucho’s background and gives an intelligent,
absorbing, analytical look at the factors and aspects of his life that shaped
the comic persona that was forever associated with the former Julius Henry
Marx.
We find out why Groucho’s film characters were establishment
figures who mercilessly mocked that establishment scene he was a part of; we
find out why his sardonic approach was almost a statement on the sense of
disappointment he had about his father Sam Marx, an Alsatian immigrant who
failed in his profession as a tailor; we find out how Groucho blurred the line
between his on-screen and off-screen personas (which is exemplified with
Groucho’s rather shocking, unabashed approach when he and Richard J. Anobile
compiled his 1973 book The Marx Bros.
Scarpbook, which Siegel wonderfully dissects); we find out how Groucho,
Chico and Harpo developed their separate characters from vaudeville through the
movies based on their personal (and sometimes traumatic) experiences while
growing up on the Lower East Side of New York City; and we even get an
interesting analysis on why Groucho was the ideal nonconformist as seen through
his most associated quote “I don’t want to belong to a club that would have me
as a member”.
As well, one of the most interesting aspects of this study
comes in the book’s final chapter, which deals with how Groucho divested
himself of the greasepaint moustache and eyebrows during the 1950s and kept his
cigar-smoking, brutally frank wisecracking persona as host of his long-running
game/chat show “You Bet Your Life”, which not only prolonged his career, but
also made him a major influential figure in comedy that inspired several
generations of comics from Lenny Bruce to Woody Allen to George Carlin to Louis
C.K. to be directly honest and straightforward with their material, and not be
afraid to say what they want to say with that material.
“Comedians from Sacha Baron Cohen … Larry David, Jon
Stewart, Stephen Colbert, and Bill Maher have reclaimed Groucho’s harsh candor
and fused his confrontational and his controversial styles,” writes Siegel
towards the end of the book. “You can almost feel Groucho’s influence like a
brisk wind, both chilling and invigorating, as the general style of
confrontation, exposure, and insult alternates between the humorous and the
plain, unadulterated expression of spleen.”
Groucho Marx: The
Comedy of Existence is a fascinating new appreciation of Groucho Marx, the
man and the comedian, and what really lurked behind the moustache, eyebrows,
glasses and cigar. His witty, sardonic brand of anarchistic brutally frank
verbal comedy was the perfect antidote to what ailed the world throughout his
and his brothers’ heyday during the 1930s. And what’s going on these days in
the world, which is just as crazy as it was 80 years ago, we are certainly glad
that comics like Amy Schumer, Lewis Black, Louis C.K. and Larry David are
proudly inheriting Groucho Marx’s comedy legacy for the sake of our sanity.
(This review originally appeared in the March 19, 2016 edition of the Montreal Times)
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