I grew up on Mad MagÂaÂzine. It was the one magÂaÂzine I made sure my parÂents got me every month. I bought the Super SpeÂcials, the paperÂback reprints, the flexi discs, and even the board game. When we’d go to swap meets, I’d bring home oldÂer issues from the 1960s, and try to figÂure out the polÂiÂtics from a decade before I was born. It was why this eight-year old kid knew anyÂthing about polÂiÂtics, and knew that Nixon sucked, Ford sucked, Carter kind of sucked, and ReaÂgan defÂiÂniteÂly sucked.
And then, I just grew out of it. Although the origÂiÂnal HarÂvey KurtzÂman-writÂten issues from the 1950s still felt vital, the “UsuÂal Gang of Idiots” felt, well, safe and borÂing. I wouldn’t have said a bad word against them if you asked, but I would not have told any of my teenage friends they absoluteÂly needÂed to read it. Until its canÂcelÂlaÂtion in 2019, Mad would be a friendÂly sight on the newsÂstand, but I’d nevÂer pick it up. Nobody *realÂly* had a bad word to say about Mad, did they?
ApparÂentÂly an unusuÂal new gang of idiots at the NationÂal LamÂpoon did, back in OctoÂber 1971. This 15-page satire on Mad is as vicious a takeÂdown as they come, its veins pulsÂing with the kind of vinÂdicÂtive glee only a true forÂmer fan can muster.
The “What, Me FunÂny?” issue is a colÂlecÂtive voice of childÂhood betrayed, with spot-on parÂoÂdies of Mort DruckÂer, Don MarÂtin, Dave Berg, Al JafÂfee, Jack Davis, Paul CokÂer, and othÂers, drawn by artists like Joe OrlanÂdo, John RomiÂta, and Ernie Colon, among othÂers.
The main charge: after pubÂlishÂer William Gaines and HarÂvey KurtzÂman had acriÂmoÂniousÂly split and gone sepÂaÂrate ways, Mad magÂaÂzine grew embarÂrassed of its comÂic book past, and sought out a more midÂdle-of-the-road audiÂence, with humor less “in a juguÂlar vein” and more in a juveÂnile vein. Like SatÂurÂday Night Live for the last five? ten? twenÂty? years, it had forÂgotÂten what satire was and how it works.
That’s the heart of its cenÂterÂpiece, a DruckÂer-style parÂoÂdy of CitÂiÂzen Kane called “CitÂiÂzen Gaines”. The dying publisher’s last “RoseÂbud” word is “satire.” Like in the film, an anonyÂmous reporter goes in search of clues to the word’s meanÂing, interÂviewÂing curÂrent ediÂtor Al FeldÂstein, writer Gary Belkin, and the “usuÂal gang of idiots” who say things like “I only draw what they give me”. But the JedeÂdiÂah Leland charÂacÂter in all this is KurtzÂman, who Gaines betrays in a simÂiÂlar Kane fashion…for the monÂey and powÂer.
ElseÂwhere, AntoÂnio ProÂhias’ “Spy vs. Spy” gets a realpoltik update, Don MarÂtin-style vioÂlence is used to illusÂtrate police bruÂtalÂiÂty, and Dave Berg gets assailed for being a wishy-washy libÂerÂal in a satire of his “Lighter Side” strip. In fact, years latÂer a fan used exactÂly the punchÂline (“Boy, are you an assÂhole”) when he met Dave Berg at a conÂvenÂtion. (Berg had no idea about the parÂoÂdy.)
Over the years the fresh faces at LamÂpoon would also lose their satirÂic edge and a comÂpaÂny that called Mad “juveÂnile” would latÂer churn out endÂless T&A straight-to-video comeÂdies. All stuÂdents evenÂtuÂalÂly become the masÂter that they once took down. It’s as much a part of nature as portzeÂbie.
Scan through the pages of the NationÂal LamÂpoon parÂoÂdy here.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
When MAD MagÂaÂzine RufÂfled the FeathÂers of the FBI, Not Once But Three Times
Ted Mills is a freeÂlance writer on the arts who curÂrentÂly hosts the Notes from the Shed podÂcast and is the proÂducÂer of KCRÂW’s CuriÂous Coast. You can also folÂlow him on TwitÂter at @tedmills, and/or watch his films here.
I have some 1960’s MAD cards if your comÂpaÂny interÂestÂed in buyÂing them.
Why are the books by Mort DruckÂer so sort after?
I startÂed readÂing MAD magÂaÂzines in 1977 while layÂing up in the hosÂpiÂtal with two broÂken legs. I colÂlectÂed them for years ‚kept most of them in plasÂtic covers,even found some at some flea markets.My wife says I should throw them away.Is she MAD.If anyÂone is interÂestÂed in buyÂing any fell free to conÂtact me
MAD was nevÂer that funÂny, but neiÂther was NationÂal LamÂpoon, even in their gloÂry days. If MAD was safe, LamÂpoon was what you might say these days “try hard.”. It seemed like the kind of thing I should like, but it wasÂn’t funÂny.