Saturday, April 28, 2012
The Marx Brothers Council of Britain pledges: No more Joe Adamson jokes!
Now listen, chaps.
I know that it's a book you all love, and you've never given me the least encouragement, but there's no denying I've been a bit snippy about Joe Adamson's Groucho, Harpo, Chico and Sometimes Zeppo on this site.
My comments were made in the spirit of an ineffectual David taking on a Goliath with a pea-shooter, and it is only because the book is so overwhelmingly regarded as the single best and most important book about the Brothers ever written that I spoke with such impunity.
But the thing is, Joe Adamson's got in touch, and he's mighty p.o-ed, as who would not be under the circumstances.
I have spoken unguardedly about the book in the past because to do so seemed to me likely to cause about as much offence - or effect of any kind - as taking a pop at Abraham Lincoln.
Some reputations, I felt, are sufficiently ironclad to not even feel the occasional pygmy dart.
But we must remember that even award-winning authors/comedy film-makers/academics have feelings, and so I am happy to state here that to give personal offence to the big man was never my intention, and had I thought for a second that I would have done I'd have been more careful.
Apologies unreservedly offered.
I've outlined the genuine reasons why I am not mad keen on the book in my specific response to Mr A's missive, but I'm not mad keen to annoy or upset anyone either, so if you ever catch me again calling it Adamson, Adamson, Adamson and Sometimes The Marx Brothers, or saying anything else unduly sarky about the book, give me a sharp rap across the knuckles with your ruler.
Posted by Matthew Coniam