Radim at the reading

[imomus]

When I was in Prague last month I met Radim Labuda, an artist who turned out to be a friend of two of my SF friends, Roddy Schrock and Hikaru Furuhashi (who now lives in Greenpoint).

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Radim videoed my gallery performance -- a reading from my forthcoming novel The Book of Jokes -- and has now posted the first part on his website.

"It snowed and it snowed. My father was playing chess with his penis. He'd set up a low table and two stools by the glass wall that faced the garden. His penis sat on one stool, its back to the window. My father, who was the more patient of the two, was playing with care and skill, but the penis -- a hothead -- played all sorts of wild and risky moves..."

Comments

[thomascott.livejournal.com]

Most people's idea of a joke seems to be a simple call-and-reply punchline based affair, character and situation get chucked in favour of the twist of wit, the dreary word-pun.
I prefer the anecdotal joke, where the situation has poignancy and the character flesh.
You do this narrator/storyteller performance very convincingly, I know it's not just a purely comedic act but you do it with a refreshing lack of 'professional' polish, that works for me.
There's also something very bloody funny about a guy relating a tale concerning his Dad's murderous lust for a goose...

[imomus.livejournal.com]

Any resemblance to persons / geese / pigs living or dead is purely coincidental, of course.