Saturday 22 February 2020



"This is either the funniest dirty book or the dirtiest funny book ever written!" —Isaac Asimov

Somewhere around 1969 I began to grow dissatisfied with the underlying principle of most novels---that a disembodied voice in the first or third person was telling us a story. I liked the idea of novels passing themselves off as documents, and drew inspiration from Mark Harris's WAKE UP, STUPID, and Sue Kaufman's DIARY OF A MAD HOUSEWIFE, the first ostensibly a collection of letters, the second, duh, a diary. (One could, of course, go back further, to the very beginnings of the English novel in the works of Daniel Defoe and Samuel Richardson.) I also found myself interested in writing with greater candor about sexual topics. I had knocked out dozens of soft-core paperbacks, and wanted to try anew with greater freedom and more realism.I wrote three paperback original novels for Berkley under the pen name Jill Emerson, two of them in diary form, the third a presumed collaborative novel written in concert by the three viewpoint characters. These were fun to do and worked out well, and they led to RONALD RABBIT IS A DIRTY OLD MAN. I riffed on the experience of my friend George Dickerson, who like the novel's protagonist had the magazine he was editing folded out from under him; George went on reporting to his empty office for several months, until they found him out when they noticed he'd stopped using his expense account. (A man of many talents, George went on to serve as a reporter for Time Magazine for several years, then segued into a career as an actor; he had a principal role in Blue Velvet.) I spliced in an experience of my own, when I drank for hours at the Kettle of Fish on Macdougal Street, emerging only to be picked up by a carful of rich Catholic schoolgirls from the Academy of the Sacred Heart in Noroton, Connecticut, who essentially kidnapped me and drove me back to school with them. These things happen. I wrote the book in four furious days in an apartment on West 35th Street. I did so thinking it would be another pseudonymous paperback, and that no doubt gave me the freedom to write it as I did; after it was written, the friends who read it liked it so much that I was persuaded to publish it as a hardcover novel, and under my own name. My agent sent it to Bernard Geis, a quirky publisher whose editor—Don Preston—loved the book. Bernie had offices on two floors in midtown Manhattan, and had installed a fireman's pole in case one wanted to get from 9 to 8 in a hurry. All I recall of Don is he told me to avoid seeing Carnal Knowledge, which he hated, and that I must hurry to see McCabe and Mrs.Miller, which he loved. Once I'd managed to sit through McCabe and Mrs. Miller, I knew I'd love Carnal Knowledge.Around the time Ronald Rabbit was published, Bernard Geis slid into Chapter Eleven. I can't think this had a salutary effect on sales. Martin Levin in the New York Times Book Review pointed out that the book was written in the form of a series of letters, which was also the case with Richardson's Pamela, generally acknowledged to be the first English novel. And that, Mr. Levin said, was as much as he had to say on the subject.Well, that's fair. I had the publisher send a copy to Isaac Asimov, whom I'd met a few times over the years. "That's either the funniest dirty book or the dirtiest funny book I've ever read," Isaac told me. "That would make a wonderful blurb," I said. "Over my dead body," he replied.Well, okay. Isaac's been gone over 25 years now, and while I wish he were still around, he's not. And so I'll just remember him fondly, and thank him for giving Ronald Rabbit is a Dirty Old Man a helping hand, all these years later.

Possibly a Marmite book for fans of Lawrence Block. Not a crime book, no mystery, some graphic sex, some vulgarity and a couldn't care less attitude on display by the main character.

There are plenty of sexual shenanigans during the course of the book allied with some riotously funny episodes, mostly taking the form of letters to various people....... a wife, an ex-wife, a best friend who has run off with the wife, a former employer, his secretary, his former father-in-law, his landlord and various Catholic schoolgirls of his acquaintance. Very probably we have a few more letters to others.

As per usual I mostly listened to this one on the commute to work. I was tickled pink and laughed like a drain and may have attracted some strange looks from fellow motorists sat in traffic around me. A real mood lifter and fun piece of writing.

Off-hand I can't actually remember the name of our main protagonist, though he is referred to as The Poet, by his adoring posse of schoolgirls. The plot as such is outlined above in Block's recounting of the origins of the story. I loved our man's demeanor, his honesty, his lack of tact, his way with words and his fecklessness.

Marriage, love, sex, employment, unemployment, money troubles, relationship break-ups, alcohol, sex (it does feature a fair bit), lawyers, a road trip or two, and the art of letter writing.

Definitely one that I will listen to again when I've exhausted all the other books in my Audible library.

As ever Theo Holland's narration is pitch perfect.

4.5 from 5

Read - (listened to) January, 2020
Published - 1971
Page count - 194 (3 hrs 59 mins)
Source - Audible download code from the author's assistant, though I do have a physical copy in my collection. I wonder if it's as funny when read as it is listened to?
Format - Audible


  1. Not the stuff I usually read from Block, Col, but it sounds as though there are some funny moments in the book. And any book that's funny enough that a person laughs out loud like that, especially in traffic, has something going for it. There's something really appealing about the diary format, too, when it's done well. I'm glad you thought this good enough to listen to again some time - but then, that's Block for you...

    1. Margot, it might be one you can allow to slip past you but it was a fantastic fun read for me.

  2. MMM I will always consider anything by Block, I love him, but the subject matter in this one might bring out the harridan feminist in me! what do you think?

    1. Maybe you should read it just to be outraged. I think you might be at some of the sex scenes. I think you'd fall off your chair laughing at some of the correspondence.