Joe Goulds Teeth by Jill Lepore

Joe Goulds Teeth Reviews

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  Candace

  New Yorker writer Joseph Mitchell wrote highly popular pieces about New York City oddballs and eccentrics. Joe Gould was the subject of two profiles, one in 1942 and another in 1964. What made Gould interesting to Mitchell was his "The Oral History of Our Time," a mammoth project allegedly nine million words long. When Mitchell returned to Gould in the 60's, he ruled that the Oral History had never existed, and by that time Gould was dead and could not argue otherwise. After the story came out people from all over the country sent Mitchell scribbled notebooks and scraps of Gould's writing that seemed to prove that he was working on something, but Mitchell was done with Gould and never followed up.
  
  Enter literary detective Jill Lepore. She sets out to find those notebooks to see if the Oral History ever existed an any form at all.
  
  She traces Gould's life, revealing a sad trail of serious mental illness, alcoholism, racism, stalking women, and some talent. A number of famous writers of the time--ee cummings, Ezra Pound--went to great lengths to keep Gould out of mental institutions, even though it probably would have been better for him and certainly better for some of his stalking victims.
  
  I feel for Jill Lepore, and admire her courage.The character she chose to explore is not a genius stricken by psychosis. He's repugnant. The more you know, the harder it is to care about about his alleged masterwork. But Jill does not flinch from this downer project and completes it will an impressive reel of footnotes and extensive bibliography.
  
  But was Joe Gould worth her trouble? I'm not sure. "Joe Gould's Teeth" is a sad project. Everything around him seemed to stink of urine and bad breath. I admire the commitment without feeling enlightened about the subject.
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  Jason Pettus

  (Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography [cclapcenter.com]. I am the original author of this essay, as well as the owner of CCLaP; it is not being reprinted illegally.)
  
  Joe Gould's Teeth is a fascinating little novella-sized project from Harvard professor and New Yorker staffer Jill Lepore, which started life because of an earlier article from that same magazine -- an article in 1942, in fact, a character profile of an eccentric bohemian named Joe Gould who had been known and beloved all over Greenwich Village for decades at that point, who had been spending years compiling a Henry-Darger-like million-word "oral history of our times" that in reality was just a transcript of every sentence he had ever heard another person in public speak out loud over the course of his entire adult life. The piece became a sensation, an early example of the "New Journalism" which would become such a force in America after World War Two, written with a kind of humor and empathy that made millions around the nation fall in love with the adorably quirky Gould; so these same people were of course heartbroken when the journalist in question, Joseph Mitchell, wrote a follow-up piece in 1964 after Gould's death, admitting that he now thought the oral history to be a nonexistent project that had been completely made up in the mind of the severely mentally ill Gould.
  
  Fifty years later, Lepore became fascinated with knowing whether Mitchell's assumption was true, whether any of this supposed thousand-volume oral history actually did ever exist; this book, then, is partly a record of that national search, partly a new and deep biographical portrait of Gould himself, based on the massive amount of academic research Lepore did for this book (of its 235 pages, nearly a hundred are nothing but bibliographical notes), and partly a confessional personal essay by Lepore on why she became so obsessed with the subject in the first place, of what she thinks it says about her that she gave over an entire six months of her life to investigating the mystery. And does she ever find this hidden treasure trove of material that so many others have tried and failed to track down? Well, I'll let the book answer that in detail (the tl;dr version -- kind of but not really); much, much more interesting, though, is how the research itself presents a much more nuanced and tragic portrait of Gould than the "lovable eccentric" he was optimistically portrayed as by the Early Modernist writers who used to spend time with him, including people like EE Cummings and Ezra Pound.
  
  As Lepore shows, Gould was in fact very clearly a schizophrenic psychopath, unmedicated and an alcoholic to boot, with a violent obsession for the subject of "race-mixing" (he was a proponent of eugenics and of banning mixed-race relationships, but carried a debilitating crush on black artist Augusta Savage for literally decades, and stalked her to the point of police intervention), someone who regularly turned on the very people who tried to help him, a lice-covered egomaniac and OCD victim who sent literally thousands of letters to his self-professed "enemies" and would sometimes call them on the phone in the middle of the night for weeks and months on end. Most people who have been in the arts for any significant period of time will know a person just like this, someone you gingerly want to help and who has a spark of fascinating creativity at their core, yet lacks almost any skills at socialization and eventually just becomes an albatross around your neck from the act of trying to help them; and that's what makes a book like this so interesting and readable, a portrait of the sorta ur-example of someone like this, and the formerly secret history of how the famous artists around him dealt with him at the time. It comes strongly recommended in that spirit, a quick little read that packs a wallop of thought-provoking ideas.
  
  Out of 10: 9.5
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  Patricia

  The whole time I was reading this book, I kept thinking that this story would be better served as an article in The New Yorker. It fits naturally as follow-up to the first New Yorker articles that profiled Joe Gould's effort to write “The Oral History of Our Time.”So I wasn't surprised when I later learned that a version of this story was published in the July 27th, 2015 issue of The New Yorker. Unfortunately, there just isn't enough substance here to justify a book. The most frustrating aspect of reading about Lepore's search for Joe Gould's lost manuscript is that you are never quite sure how much of it she actually found during her sleuthing.
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  Angus McKeogh

  The premise sounded so interesting yet the book was extremely boring. Ostensibly it's about some prolific writer that was supposedly recording an Oral History of the World (which was actually more his personal interactions with other people) that had run out to hundreds of thousands of pages. However, upon reading the book, it's about a certified insane individual that claims he's doing all this writing (and apparently hardly writes at all) who happens to somehow be friendly with some literary characters (i.e. William Carlos Williams and Ezra Pound) and ultimately a failed attempt to find this manuscript. It turns into more of a scant biography because again the manuscript can't really be located. Which would be fine; however, almost nothing is known about this guy so the disseminated information about his life ends up being non-existent or hearsay. Disappointing but well-written.
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  Book Riot Community

  The story of Joe Gould is wildly interesting. He was an eccentric man, friends with famous artists, including Ezra Pound and William Carlos Williams. He believed himself to be the most brilliant historian of his time, and he claimed to write down everything that was ever said to him, and boasted of having written a nine million word manuscript. Reporter Joseph Mitchell later claimed in a New Yorker article that the manuscript to be a figment of a madman’s imagination. Joe Gould’s Teeth is a fascinating story of historian Lepore’s own search for the missing – possibly imaginary – Gould manuscript.
  
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  Greg Zimmerman

  Okay, but hardly at all about the search for the manuscript and more a straight bio of Gould. Was hoping for more of the former and less of the latter.
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  James Murphy

  Joe Gould is famous as a New York City bohemian and eccentric of the mid-20th century. Sometimes he was homeless and sometimes he was hospitalized for various mental issues. But he was known for constantly writing a book--he considered himself a historian--written in hundreds of school composition books, some carried around with him, others stored in locations he kept to himself. Some parts he lost and apparently wrote over and over again. He called this the longest book ever written, An Oral History of Our Time.
  
  He was known in New York City literary circles. He knew such notables as editor Maxwell Perkins (who actually looked at his writing as a candidate for publication) and critic Malcolm Cowley, who published a chapter of it in 1923. E. E. Cummings knew Gould well and wrote poems about him, including the following sonnet:
  
  little joe gould has lost his teeth and doesn't know where
  to find them(and found a secondhand set which click)little
  gould used to amputate his appetite with bad brittle
  candy but just(nude eel)now little joe lives on air
  
  Harvard Brevis Est for Handkerchief read Papernapkin no laundry
  bulls likes People preferring Negroes Indians Youse
  n.b. ye twang of little joe(yankee)gould irketh
  sundry who are trying to find their minds(but never had any to lose)
  
  and a myth is as good as a smile but little joe gould quote oral
  history unquote might(publishers note)be entitled a wraith's
  progress or mainly awash while chiefly submerged or an amoral
  morality sort-of-aliveing by innumerable kind-of-deaths
  
  (Amerique Je T'Aime and it may be fun to be fooled
  but it's more fun to be more to be fun to be little joe gould)
  
  Most famously he was acquainted with The New Yorker writer Joseph Mitchell who wrote extensively about him and who, after Gould's death, led a search for his great oral history. He concluded that it never existed. Now Gould's story has been taken up by Harvard historian Jill Lepore who applies all her research skills in poring over every scrap of Gould's story still contained in letters, diaries, and notebooks he left in various places. Her judgement is that there was a huge oral history collected in hundreds of those composition books. She has seen a few that can be traced today. Her story is a fascinating one. I believe she began the book in search of the truth about the oral history, but in the end it struck me more as biography than historical work.
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  Simon Robs

  Skreeek! So goes the lore'd legend "Professor Seagull" Joe Gould as he struts his stuff around the pages of The New Yorker's mag/writer Joseph Mitchell's pieces on this wackier-than-life figure of the first half 20th century and, now too in JL's re-opening account of tracking down the facts, little though they be, yet sufficient to close the file for posterity of "The Oral History of Our Time."
  
  Joe Gould was on to something, maybe a lot of little somethings accrued to his time before widespread media exposure via Internet would now render obsolete - an oral account of peoples of all kinds saying what's on their minds in everyday settings to nobody in particular about their lives in the context of historical record. That or those somethings we are now awash and drowning in every single day notwithstanding their relative verity. Reality bites and bites and bites. AND we are EATEN. I loved Joe Mitchell's "Up in the Old Hotel" a compilation of his NY'er pieces and especially his fascination with said Joe Gould, his pet project that ultimately may have caused his writerly demise as it were since after publishing "Joe Gould's Secret" he never did so (produce any work for publication) again though he dutifully showed up to his Ny'er office day after day for some thirty years. Astonishing! Who in today's world would have the cache to pull off such a feat of open subterfuge though it was never consider so by his peers - he, so it seems had stored up enough respect that his presence was enough, something like an aging superstar athlete who hangs on because his locker room aura enhances winning (but they are few if any anymore).
  
  Lepore did a fine job of running the leads one more time and shed new light not just upon Gould but also Mitchell who claimed he himself was very "Gould-like" outside of the mental instability and hand-to-mouth scrounging to survive. Two writers both famous for what they did and did not produce tethered forever with a resounding skreeek!
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  Evann

  didnt know what to expect. total cover borrow (library). a moderately interesting person from the past. the myth and the truth as far as jill could find it. really enjoyed it. will be reading more of her writing for sure.
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  Melissa

  Fantastic. Reminds me of Janet Malcolm. Bizarre true life mystery w/ archives & libraries-- what more do you need?
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  Morgan bookaddicts.ahoy

  1. Joe Mitchell was not a good person.
  2. Joe Gould made me both love and hate him.
  3. I'm very curious about what Gould would be diagnosed with today.
  -Overall, so interesting.
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  Scott Diamond

  Not sure what all the interest is in Joe Gould. Found the book somewhat interesting for first half but then mostly lost interest.
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  Nora Wolcott

  Though I always love Lepore’s narrative voice, I agree with others that this book might’ve been better as a New Yorker piece. Still, a solid read over the holidays.
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  Sue Smith

  Joe Gould’s Teeth is really just a research paper that’s been published into book form. It’s essentially thoughts and the tedious digging that you have to do in order to try and get information about an obscure personage or event that has dissolved into the historical fabric of time.
  
  So who is Joe Gould?
  
  The main interest behind Joe Gould is that he was developing an Oral History - writing down all the things seen and said by the commoners or people that weren’t historically significant but never the less lived the times. It’s history written for the masses by the masses unlike the usual historical writings we glean through personages of importance who are far from common, nor have simply common experiences as a result. A truly curious and interesting viewpoint and it excited a fair number of philosophers and studied individuals of the time.
  
  Joe Gould was an eccentric. He was a talker. He was a prodigious writer. He told everyone that would listen, about his concepts and the progress he was making on his Oral history. People read snippets or were entertained with lively discussions about the latest journal entires. Joe Gould was undoubtedly celebrated but, somehow, no one ever got to see the whole thing. His ‘queer family streak’ becomes more and more pronounced, his eccentricities make normal living impossible and in the end, Nearly everything Gould held in his hands slipped away and this multi-thousand page manuscript of the Oral History is missing.
  
  So did the Oral History exist in the first place?
  
  Undoubtedly an interesting research - it’s also a sad look at how mental illness can sweep away a person to the periphery of life. It’s still a dirty kept secret in the closets of the world. People slip through the cracks far too easily and mental illness is oft times a slow quick sand that evades the notice of others until that person is far too immersed in it to do much, if anything for them. Early attempts to handle mental illness were stabs in the dark without much thought to the patients themselves and many practices were simply barbaric.
  
  Joe Gould existed. Samples of Joe Gould’s writings have survived. So it’s possible that they did truly exist. For a time.
  
  This is a relatively quick read and I’d recommend it if for anything other reason than for the persistence of the diligent research of the author. It gives pause to thought and has made me want to write my own history before I vanish into the folds of history.
  
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  Julia

  Jill Lepore’s Joe Gould’s Teeth is that beautiful brand of history that reads less like a scholarly article and more like a detective report. Following the man better known as Professor Seagull, Lepore sets out to answer a question that has eluded the public since the notion of Gould’s “longest book in the world” arose. An eccentric Harvard alumnus and vagabond, Gould in the early 20th century claimed to have written the longest book on earth, an oral history attempting to capture ordinary life. However, whether the book existed is unclear. With her characteristic wit and scholarly vigour, Lepore scours archives in order to search for a century-old oral history that may not even be real.
  If we do not get bogged down in the paradoxical nature of evaluating contemporary historians, Jill Lepore is unequivocally one of the best. The book is self-aware and witty, and her intense compulsion for research stands alone. Yet, the book reads less like a full-length manuscript and more like an overengorged thinkpiece. It jumps straight into discussion of Gould’s manuscript, without stopping to explain why this eccentric fellow is a worthy figure to whom to devote a whole book. It is not until over halfway through that we learn that Gould invented the concept of oral history, a fact left relatively untouched by Lepore. Furthermore, the book, like Gould, is chaotic. While this seems intentional at parts, at times the constant shift between third and first person in the same paragraphs obfuscates Lepore’s smartest points. And the ending, clearly meant to be a poignant comment on the nature of history, falls flat as Lepore vacillates wildly between that particular New Yorker brand of forced sentimentality and academic distance.
  The strength of this book lies not so much in the history but rather in the interludes Lepore gives of the process for searching for Gould’s oral history. This book is an incredible read for future and current historians alike, if only to get a sense of how Lepore does her work. As the book would have immensely benefited from a redraft, those looking to actually read a fully-fledged history-- a well-written and organized one-- should perhaps look elsewhere.
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  Marks54

  Harvard historian and contributor to the New Yorker magazine Jill Lepore has written a dark and somewhat disturbing investigation into recent American cultural history. A major punchline of this investigation is that one should not always take what one reads in the New Yorker, especially about pop culture "icons", at face value. Making sense of this dilemma is what makes "Joe Gould's Teeth" such an interesting book.
  
  Joe Gould was a street historian of sorts which lived in Greenwich Village from the 1920s to the 1950s and gained some renown at the author of a history of the world that was handwritten in hundreds of simple notebooks that Gould carted around with him as he moved about New York. He became well known as the subject of two major profile pieces about him in the New Yorker, separated by decades. He was an acquaintance of a number of modernist writers like Ezra Pound who mentioned him in their works and correspondence and gave him money from time to time.
  
  Professor Lepore started looking into Joe Gould as a follow-up to a class she had taught. She wanted to know more about this man and what had happened to him. Be careful what you wish for! The story that results tracks the life of a very troubled homeless person through interwar cultural life among the literary and artistic elites in New York, while providing troubling pictures of poverty, mental health treatments, race relations, and magazine publishing. The facts of this case turn out to be very different from popular imagination. Gould actually did provide a stimulus to the development of Oral History as a serious undertaking, but his back story is more than a little sad and depressing. I will probably go back and read the New Yorker profiles though.
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  Daryl

  I picked this up somewhat randomly at a random bookstore in Oregon during a recent visit. The cover captured my attention, and I recognized Lepore's name, as she wrote a book about Wonder Woman that I purchased as a gift a few years ago (I've always meant to read that one but have never gotten around to it). The jacket copy made it seem compelling -- here was this bizarre Modern-literature-adjacent figure I had never heard of, though I'm pretty familiar with that period in English literature. And the book started off fascinatingly enough. But the deeper I got into it, the less satisfying it was. It was fine. It was a short read that cost me very little effort to get through. It just never really had a payoff. Maybe that's by design (minor spoilers ahead), given the lack of a satisfying payoff for the snipe hunt Lepore went on when writing the book. Maybe the book is mimetic of her experience hunting for the Gould manuscript. Even if there's such cleverness at play, it was ultimately only so satisfying to me. I liked the book well enough. I didn't like it a lot. I'm glad to've learned about Gould, at any rate (though glad never to've had to meet him!).
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  Dr. Lloyd E. Campbell

  If you view history as social forces, random encounters, unexpected outcomes and an account of human experience as a combination of behavior, what we tell ourselves about our behavior and why we do what we think we are doing--this book's for you. If you buy the idea history is the result of decisions made by great men, this book will present an opposing view. Good but not great. By the way, not until the epilogue is the book title explained.
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  Edward Sullivan

  A fascinating investigation into the life and work of a mentally unhinged historian likely afflicted with hypergraphia whose unrealized goal was to do for history what Whitman did for poetry.
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  Jim Yarin

  I plowed through this, and because end notes are a pain in the butt to read while reading the main text, I later skimmed the notes to see what further information I could glean from them. This book is not just a sensational story about an oddball character-- I think you will find those reviews elsewhere without a problem--it is also a study of the historian's quest. Let me expand on that. Lepore makes a point to share with the reader the unusually rich supply of source materials she was able to find on her subject, more than adequately underscored by her copious end notes.
  This is the rare mix of a micro-historiography; that is, the history of a narrow subject matter (whether Gould's opus humongous actually existed and might still be out there somewhere), which is the micro-history, and the thorough and documented search and analysis for an honest answer of what really happened (the historiography). The first history I've read where the author tells us she got on her bicycle and raced down to the archives to check out a lead! The search puts author and subject in a strange and strained relationship (mind you, Gould died many years before Lepore wrote her book), and when set against the subject's own misplacement (of a realistic life goal, civility, self-respect, and even his personal things-- including his teeth) makes for a multi-dimensional inquiry into the meaning and completion of a quest. Bravo for Lepore.
  
  I do not know who, Lepore or an editor, was responsible for the final editorial decisions in this book, but I'd like to imagine it was Lepore, and thank God for that! The writing is nearly flawless (in one case, I could not figure out who "Moe" was, and either I missed an early mention (I had put the book down for a bit), or it was moved from text to footnote), and would not be as wonderful if some editor tried too hard to make order out of something that needs some disorder and needs some needless repetition.
  
  As for the lost teeth, Lepore doesn't say so, but I see that detail of her subject's life as an example of the never-ending search for historic details. In other words, if Lepore only continued, she would surely come across those lost teeth at some point. Alternatively, the teeth could serve sundry other metaphors; now discuss.
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  Chance Lee

  Joe Gould was a man obsessed. In the 1930s and 40s, he wanted to record everything ever said in a collection called "The Oral History of Our Time." "Joe Gould's Teeth" by Jill Lepore begins as Lepore's attempt to find the hundreds of notebooks rumored to contain the History. The History was never confirmed to have existed. "Shouldn't someone check?" Lepore asks.
  
  Gould was made famous when New Yorker writer Joe Mitchell profiled Gould in the magazine in 1942. The Joe Gould paradox reminds me of a 1920s Bling Ring -- the group of teens who wanted to be famous, so they stole from famous people, then ended up famous themselves, in a subjunctive way. Lepore writes, "Very little of what most people write is saved, and nearly all of what is said is lost. That's why Gould was writing the thing in the first place. [...] Gould wanted to save the ordinary; the ordinary was hard to save. But when "Professor Sea Gull" appeared, it made Gould famous. And what famous people write is saved."
  
  In a way, all writers want to be Gould, a man who suffered from Graphomania. Lepore writes that graphomania "is an illness, but seems more like something a writer might have to envy, which feels even rottener than envy usually does because Joe Gould was a toothless madman who slept in the street. You are envying a bum: has it come to this, at last?"
  
  Gould biggest mental weakness appears to be his lack of introspection. He once wrote, "The fallacy of dividing people into sane and insane lies in the assumption that we really do touch other lives. Hence I would judge the sanest man to be him who more firmly realizes the tragic isolation of humanity and pursues his essential purposes calmly." By his own definition, Joe Gould is fucking crazy. He turned against friends at the drop of a hat. He destroyed property. He whipped out his penis at parties and measured it. He was anything but calm.
  
  But Gould also wrote this, "If we could see ourselves as we really are, life would be insupportable." Maybe he was more sane than I give him credit for. He knew if he were to look into the mirror of his soul, he would crack. Or maybe he did look into that mirror, and that's why he was a broken man.
  
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  As Lepore meticulously traces Gould's steps back in time, she stops envying the toothless crackpot. She realizes Gould's work wasn't about preserving history as it is, but shaping it in a way to further Gould's own racial biases. Involved with the eugenics movement and friends with the viciously anti-Semitic poet Ezra Pound, Gould's so-called "History" drips with white superiority. "History, [Gould] liked to say, was fiction." That is why it's important to know who writes your history.
  
  Joe Gould's Teeth is a very short book--151 pages--not including copious footnotes and resources at the book's end. In the end, Lepore appears to realize she doesn't give a shit about Gould's Oral History. "Shouldn't someone check?" she writes again. "Not me." She seems to think, Why should anything this man have curated be put on display? What gives him the right to have a voice?
  
  Her decision to stop looking makes "Joe Gould's Teeth" a book not about his Oral History, or his teeth, or even Gould himself, really. Like "Orange is the New Black" in which a white lady serves as the gateway to a story about non-white inmates, Joe Gould's Teeth is a Trojan Horse. Its most intriguing subject isn't Gould, but Augusta Savage, a black artist who is the object of Gould's perverse obsession.
  
  Gould said he loved Savage. He pursued her constantly, despite her repeated pleas for him to stop. Lepore writes, "He said he was trying to save her, but really he was trying to drown her."
  
  Lepore assembles as much information as she can -- or wants to -- about Savage. Joe Gould is sad. Pathetic. Pitiable. But Savage is a travesty, a woman trying to make art about her race during a brutal time when the vast majority of people wouldn't give a shit about her, or anything she has to say, as a black woman. Simply by trying to make art, she was often accused of "want[ing] to be white."
  
  I wanted to know more about this tragic figure. Either there isn't much information about Savage (I found a kid's bio about her online, but not any other published work after some cursory Googling), Lepore gave up, or she's saving a book about Savage for later.
  
  At the end of Savage's life, "Some people believe she collected as much of her work as she could, and smashed it." Joe Gould's Teeth is, in a way, Lepore's attempt at not necessarily rebuilding her work, but finding the pieces, showing them to us, and saying, look what once existed.
  
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  I have to wonder how much Joe Gould's obsession and objectification of Savage affected her self-perception. We don't know why she did what she did. But if she felt worthless or ashamed because of her treatment by Gould -- and white society as a whole -- it's infuriating.
  
  This book made me very angry at times. In
  my blog post about Joe Gould's Teeth, I said I wanted to kick Joe Mitchell's grave. Joe Mitchell is the New Yorker writer who spun Joe Gould's story into a folk legend in 1942, and tore him apart posthumously in 1964, all for the purpose of serving Joe Mitchell. That asshole wouldn't even deliver the eulogy at Gould's memorial service.
  
  But I realize that kicking Mitchell's grave would make me more like Mitchell himself, attacking a man who could no longer defend himself. And maybe it would also make me like Gould, a man unable to control his primal impulses. I know that if I were to kick Joe Mitchell's grave, or Joe Gould's teeth, that the dead men wouldn't feel it. But me, I would hurt my own foot.
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  James M

  This is an interesting book about an obscure guy from the 1920s through 1950s: Joe Gould. The book is beautifully written. I’m a fan of Lepore (check out her podcast The Last Archive). The character of Joe Gould is this eccentric ‘writer’ that made for good copy back in the day, but without spoiling anything, he was a real sonuvabitch.
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  Sharon

  I found this to be an interesting book about a character that I had never heard of.
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  Jessica

  Two separate thoughts:
  1) I’ve heard about Joe Gould for a long time now so it was good to finally get some backstory and explanation here.
  2) I wish I could write the way a New Yorker writer writes. Jill Lepore is great.
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  Vincent DiGirolamo

  Sad. Make smee tink of the Jg's in my own life: Messrs. Quam and Appollo. A twisted brilliance gone to seed. Kindness required. Exasperation guaranteed. Yet why bother wit delusions if they cant be grand? JL wandered into a cul-de-sac, really, but got a good book out of it nonetheless. A sparkling sanity she has, which really comes down to finishing what you start. Plus there's the cutest pix on the inside flap, which is worth half a star at least. Tink I'll apply for a Guggie like Prof. Seagull. Been working on my own unpub'd mstrpc for 30 yrs. "Kuk-kuk-kuk!" cry the Monterey gulls.
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  Dan

  3.5
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  Todd Stockslager

  Review Title: Long history short
  
  Well, one thing can be said for certain about Joe Gould's teeth--Lepore tells his biography in a few short and small pages. I read the whole thing--150 small format pages plus footnotes--in a couple of hours. The history is longer than the biography.
  
  The History in this case is Gould's "Oral History of the World", which was much written about, well documented in rumor, long awaited--but never published and possibly (probably?) never existed at all! Gould was a knockabout academic noted mostly for racist eugenic theories then popular in some quarters who was expelled from Harvard but applied for prestigious jobs and grants nonetheless, and who claimed to have been recording overheard conversations of ordinary people from about 1912 through 1942 when he was profiled in The New Yorker. He claimed to have hundreds of notebooks of longhand conversation, much of it obscene, that would fill many large volumes of his Oral History (possibly the longest lasting part of his work is the term itself, which he may have been the first to use). But after his death in 1957, no manuscript or even notebooks beyond about a dozen in various collections of papers were ever found, and in 1964 the writer of the earlier New Yorker piece wrote a follow up concluding that he believed the history never existed at all!
  
  Lepore picked up the thread as a professor of biographical writing at Gould's erstwhile alma mater when she used the New Yorker pieces as assigned reading and got hooked on the search for more. Her investigation covered many well-worn trails (he was friends with several famous writers like E. E. Cummings and Ezra Pound) that mostly dead-ended. As it turns out, Gould's story is mostly very sad; his academic work was often virulently racist, his mental state was often fragile, his behavior erratic, rude, and at times possibly criminal (more than one former friend sought police protection from his persistent attempts to communicate or borrow money that became harassing or worse), and his life ended under uncertain circumstances in a New York state mental hospital noted later for its brutal treatment of its patients.
  
  Lepore has to rely on circumstantial evidence to piece together some of the biographical bits, including possibly the saddest part: Gould's friendship and then falling out with the African-American sculpture Augusta Savage. They met and became friends over shared interests at a public poetry reading in the Harlem branch of the New York Public Library. Their engagement and her rejection may have been figments of his fractured imagination (she married another man three months later), but his meetings, letters, calls, and attendance at her public art exhibits were constant, increasingly bitter, unwanted and unrequited, and eventually lead to threatened police protection. How her career careened from hard-fought success (she was lauded as a leader of the Harlem Renaissance in the arts) to bitter failure (as a black woman in her time she was more than once rejected for public patronage and many of her works while critically acclaimed have since been lost or destroyed) to a nearly anonymous end is really the emotional thread of Lepore's story.
  
  Did the Oral History exist? Was Gould an eccentric genius or a criminally insane sociopath? The ascension of oral history as a valuable tool for historical and social science research is possibly at least in part due to his notoriety and persistence, if not to his finished work. And yes he lost his teeth--both his real teeth and the dentures that replaced them, both of which are key elements of a biography that reads at times like a strange Kafka-esque modern novel with no redeeming plot line or characters. And perhaps that is the long and short of his story.
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  Stephanie

  A really weird story very well written with some interesting facts about the Harlem Renaissance artists, publishers, E E Cummings and Ezra Piund during the 30s and 40s.