STAND-UP
comedian Lenny Bruce would read transcripts of his obscenity trials towards the
end of his career. It was embarrassing rather than funny. Literary jokes are
thin in the air.
“J. K. Rowling is writing a contemporary adult novel; what’s that all
about?” is not in the comedic handbook as the intro to a gig. Yet, with so many
funny books out there, the world of literature should be a fertile field of
frivolity.
Let us see if we can create a few immortal literary jokes – even a few
timely ones will do.
This one is supposedly true though I have embellished it to a joke
format. American artist James Whistler is holding a dinner party in London in
honour of his mother Anna. Among the guests are French writer Guy du Maupassant
and Irishman Oscar Wilde. Du Maupassant delivers a bon mot before dessert. “I
wish I said that,’’ Oscar Wilde says. Whistler replies, “You will Oscar. You
will.”
A very old man knocks on heaven’s doors. From the other side St Peter
growls, “We’re closed; come back tomorrow.’’ The old man wearily protests he
has been looking everywhere for his son. St Peter asks what is his son’s name.
The old man replies, “I don’t know what name he goes by now but he has nails in
his hands and his feet. The gates open wide as St Peter says, “Jesus, get out
here, someone to see you.” Jesus rushes out to embrace the old man. “Father,” he
says. The old man warmly returns the
embrace. “Pinocchio,” he says.
An apostrophe, a semicolon and a hyphen walk into a bar. That is all I
have.
How does this joke end? You tell me. Send me the ending or a literary
joke you know. Respond here or email bentbananabooks@gmail.com
Your joke will be available for publication, so please supply a name of some
sort.
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