Best of the Realist: The 60s' Most Outrageously Irreverent Magazine by Paul Krassner


Best of the Realist: The 60s' Most Outrageously Irreverent Magazine
Title : Best of the Realist: The 60s' Most Outrageously Irreverent Magazine
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ISBN : 0894712896
ISBN-10 : 9780894712890
Language : English
Format Type : Kindle , Hardcover , Paperback , Audiobook & More
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Publication : First published January 1, 1984

The Realist was a magazine of "social-political-religious criticism and satire". It was intended as a hybrid of a grown-ups version of Mad and Lyle Stuart's anti-censorship monthly The Independent. Edited and published by Paul Krassner, and often regarded as a milestone in the American underground or countercultural press of the mid-20th century, it was a nationally-distributed newsstand publication as early as 1958. Publication was discontinued in 2001.

The Realist provided a format for extreme satire in its articles, cartoons and Krassner's editorials. it also carried more traditionally serious material in articles and interviews. The magazine also published political commentary from Norman Mailer, Ken Kesey and Joseph Heller.


Best of the Realist: The 60s' Most Outrageously Irreverent Magazine Reviews


  • Apio

    Radicals in the United States have lost their bite. It is sad when the nitwits of the extreme right seem wittier than most radicals, including anarchists. The problem is that damn near everyone has become overly sensitive, and among radicals and anarchists, this sensitivity has been made an ideology. So every word and action must be carefully weighed to avoid giving offense and overstepping someone's boundaries.

    Well, I have a little something to say about that. If you don't overstep boundaries, if you don't offend, you will never bring down any government or social system. It doesn't matter how many punk records you listen to, how many shirts advertising your anarchist ideas you own, how often you draw a circle A somewhere... Unless you are ready to break through boundaries, to offend and take offense without crying like a baby for your "safe space", unless you are ready to mercilessly mock, insult and blaspheme even the sacred cows of your own so-called comrades, you aren't going to have what it takes to challenge an entire system of authority that rests on the general acceptance of the sacred cows it has set up.

    I recently read Best of The Realist, an anthology of articles taken from Paul Krassner's magazine of "free thought, criticism and satire". The Realist (declared on the book's cover to have been "the 60s' most outrageously irreverent magazine") was not an anarchist publication at all. When it began in the late 1950s, it seemed to represent a humorous version of Saul Alinsky-style grassroots populist radicalism. Starting in the early to mid=60s, some counter-cultural concepts got thrown into the mix, with Krassner joining forces with the Yippies for a time in the last half of the 1960s. But throughout most of its history, the magazine offered no-holds-barred satire and humor aimed not just at the institutional structures of this society, but also at the ways our every day activities upheld the most absurd values. Despite the limits of its critique, it had a forceful bite.

    Of course, it got started before political correctitude had really kicked in (though this unfortunate ideological tendency was in its embryonic beginnings by the mid-60s). Thus, its editor and those who wrote for it had no hesitation about expressing themselves with a fierce and hilarious straightforwardness, a willingness to call bullshit bullshit, a cunt a cunt, a cock a cock, and not try to hide which of these they found most attractive.

    Nowadays, it seems, we've cut off our balls or cut out our ovaries. No one has the guts to really mock with full force, because we're all afraid that we'll offend someone. I don't recall who said it, but one of the better comedians of a few decades ago said: "Comedy is not pretty", and the same surely goes for all forms of humor, sarcasm and satire. There is no place for a gentle hand or tongue in humor; you can save that for sex... depending on what you're into. Humor isn't therapy; it's not supposed to make you comfortable. Laughter farmore often springs from being unnerved for a moment than from joy (and even joyful laughter most likely springs from the fact that the intensity of joy can be unnerving). I mean, what's funny about therapy? (Okay, quite a bit... but none of it intentional) Even Freud's book on jokes (Jokes and Their Relation to the Unconscious) wasn't funny! In fact, my attempt to read it left me unconscious.

    It's true enough that we need to do away with the structures and institutions of this society, but we also need to destroy all of the cops, the priests, the moralists, the parents in our own heads. One of our most potent weapons for doing this is a relentless, unbridled, mocking sense of humor that has no respect for anything, and that is what I found throughout most of this anthology. Sadly, toward the end, Krassner and some of his contributors fell for that all too humorless trap of the leftist version of conspiracy theory, but that only made up a tiny portion of the book and can be attributed to the weakness of the analysis behind the magazine. Or, then again, it may be part of that centuries old conspiracy to fool radicals into thinking everything can be understood as conspiracies so that they never make a deeper analysis of the social order and the role played by the daily activity of every single person in reproducing it.

    But mostly this book made me realize how anarchists who, at least potentially, have a far deeper critique than Krassner ever had, could use humor to marvelous effect, but only if we break from certain political baggage that has come to cling to our anti-political project. Can we rid ourselves of the stupidity of political correctitude, overcome our fear of offending the idiots among us, move beyond our fetish for boundaries* and rediscover the force of humor and mockery unchained? If not, I'm heading down to the leather bar. If I have to be chained, I want it to be hot and sexy...
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    * Don't get me wrong. I got nothing against this fetish in the right place--an S&M bondage club, for instance.

  • Dan Dion

    A book that actually changed my life when I read it at 17. Inspired my journalism/satire/humor writing to no end.

  • flannery

    Weirdo libertine political rag from the 60s-70s, kind of brilliant, kind of annoying, kind of like Jello Biafra's spoken word. Features interviews, columns, and cartoons from a golden era of writers/comics: Mort Sahl, Woody Allen, Dick Gregory, Kurt Vonnegut, Joseph Heller, Shel Silverstein, Lenny Bruce, etc., all of which are amazing, but the editorial tone is so mean spirited compared to MAD magazine, National Lampoon, whatever else. Sometimes I just wished this was funnier. "Parts Left Out of the Kennedy Book" is great and Richard Pryor contributes.