One to watch
Jon Stewart hangs in
by Mark Bazer
NAKED PICTURES OF FAMOUS PEOPLE. By Jon Stewart. Rob Weisbach Books, 224 pages, $24.
Comic Jon Stewart has a nifty piece in his first book, Naked Pictures of
Famous People (Rob Weisbach Books, $24), called "Five Under Five." Calling
attention to five little tykes who "will be at the forefront of our
early-to-mid-twenty-first-century cultural trends," it's a playful satire of
the kind of "ones to watch" list Stewart himself was on a few years ago.
"I think I was [on a list] a few years back, when I was at MTV and I still
counted," he acknowledges. That was in 1993, when as host of MTV's The Jon
Stewart Show he was inviting hip, young guests (and sometimes forgotten
old-timers) to sit on a torn-out car seat and casually shoot the shit. Stewart
was up on the celebrity gossip, had seen all the bad television shows, and was
what the MTV suits must have initially considered the perfect host for the
demographic they called Generation X. Ridiculously sarcastic, appealingly
self-depreciating, and damn photogenic, he seemed at once attracted to and
repelled by shallow pop culture. But the show, which got dumped for lack of
ratings by MTV and then picked up in syndication by Paramount before being
again axed in 1995, never had the chance to grow that Conan O'Brien's has had.
And if Stewart's star didn't disappear (he occasionally hosted NBC's
Later with Greg Kinnear and then CBS's The Late Late Show with
Tom Synder), it certainly faded.
Now, the soon-to-be 36-year-old is back, and suddenly he's almost as
ubiquitous as Ben Stiller. Satirizing his own position as the guy long rumored
to replace Tom Snyder (the move eventually fell through), Stewart played
himself as the host being groomed to take over Larry Sanders on the final
season of HBO's The Larry Sanders Show. "It's really one of the most
uncomfortable places you can be," he says of his real-life predicament. "I
think I realized I'd rather satirize who I am than be who I am."
So he's got roles in two films (including the Kevin Williamson-scripted The
Faculty) coming out in the next few months for Miramax, where he's in the
middle of a three-year deal or, as he puts it, "a way to pay the mortgage." And
in January, he'll replace Greg Kilborn at the helm of Comedy Central's The
Daily Show. (Kilborn, it turns out, is replacing Snyder.)
"I'd not had a regular TV gig in three years," he points out. "I realized when
I was on Sanders that the ability to comment in sort of a timely fashion
is terribly important to me, and while I still comment on it, I usually do it
in my living room, and you begin to think of yourself as perhaps that creepy,
bitter guy who sits on his couch and says, `Can you believe this!?' "
Stewart's not exactly the curmudgeon he fashions himself out to be. The guy's
still young, handsome, and, dare I say it, a rising star. But if a new book and
a recent excerpt on the back "Shouts and Murmurs" page of the New Yorker
are any indication of a comedian's becoming a serious comic sensibility, he's
on his way. Like virtually every comedian, he claims that "the main effect of
all this is truly just to be funny." Yet unlike so many of the recent crop of
routine-rehashing books by top comedians, Naked Pictures is a legitimate
stab at comic essays and stories. Or as he says, "the old-style comedy books of
Woody Allen, Steve Martin, and the Curious George series."
Publishers, he goes on, had been after him to write a book for the past few
years. "Once Seinfeld's book and [Paul] Reiser's book went through the roof, I
think they went, `Find me another dark-haired Jew.' " Yet the cover, he's
both quick and proud to note, doesn't feature the comic's smiling face staring
right out you. Instead, it's an sepia-toned photo of a naked Abraham Lincoln
with a black bar covering his eyes and his hands covering his genitals.
"The majority of the book is basically taking a kernel of an idea and pushing
it to its most absurd limit," he explains. Two of the most absurd, and more
off-color pieces are "Martha Stewart's Vagina," in which he imagines how Martha
would recommend decorating a vagina, and "A Hanson Family Christmas," where as
the group's fame grows, we watch Mother Hanson's holiday-correspondence
signoffs change from "Jesus Loves You" to "Jesus Loves Us" to finally "God Is
Dead." He also takes on award shows, Bill Gates, and the Kennedys. "I
definitely pick targets, there's no question. But I think the main point of the
book is the absurdity of the situations. It's never based on the personalities
as much."
The essays, all a bit wicked, are also silly and generally enjoyable (if not
terribly memorable). Even though Stewart admits he's not a very diligent
writer, I'd put him on my "five emerging comic writers to watch" list.