- Copertina flessibile: 213 pagine
- Editore: Headpress (18 aprile 2011)
- Lingua: Inglese
- ISBN-10: 1900486768
- ISBN-13: 978-1900486767
- Peso di spedizione: 299 g
- Posizione nella classifica Bestseller di Amazon: n. 703.637 in Libri in altre lingue (Visualizza i Top 100 nella categoria Libri in altre lingue)
Beaver Street: A History of Modern Pornography: From the Birth of Phone Sex to the Skin Mag in Cyberspace: An Investigative Memoir (Inglese) Copertina flessibile – 18 apr 2011
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Robert Rosen was in the trenches of the porn industry for years, and he clearly took copious notes with his one free hand. His history of modern porn is entertaining, insightful, and hot. --Michael Musto, Columnist, The Village Voice
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--Vanity Fair UK
Robert Rosen is brutally honest about how his career affected his mind and his sense of self...He gives eye witness accounts of some of the earth-shattering events in the industry. --AVN
Robert Rosen is the author of the international bestseller Nowhere Man: The Final Days of John Lennon. His work has appeared in a wide array of publications all over the world, including Uncut, Mother Jones, The Soho Weekly News, La Repubblica, VSD, Proceso, Reforma and El Heraldo. Over the course of a controversial career, Rosen has edited pornographic magazines and an underground newspaper; has written speeches for the Secretary of the Air Force; and has been awarded a Hugo Boss poetry prize. Rosen was born in Brooklyn and lives in New York City with his wife, Mary Lyn Maiscott, a writer, editor and singer. For more information about Robert Rosen, please go to robertrosennyc.com.
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It's a shame that names have to be changed in non-fiction books like Beaver Street. I was hoping to recognize the colleagues who's names were changed by Rosen. But that didn't happen. I suspect this means it will be all the more difficult for future writers on this topic to figure out who's who.
To my surprise, in Chapter 4, Rosen describes Carl Ruderman, the person with the money behind High Society, as very involved with its day-to-day operation. Furthermore, his anecdotes about working for High Society came across as very credible. I found myself feeling, "I'm sure these things really happened." Nevertheless, I think caution is in order, because Rosen's stint at High Society is a small fraction of the magazine's life, and the situation may have changed over time. After finishing Chapter 4, I decided the extent to which Ruderman involved himself with the day-to-day operation of High Society, over the long run, remains an open question.
Years ago, I heard about the murder of editor Bill Bottiggi. But I never knew about the circumstances leading up to the murder, as Rosen describes it. I find Rosen's account very disconcerting. After all these years, I have to reconsider placing Bottiggi in the "all good" and "nice guy" category in my head. Initially, I believed Rosen's account. Later, I found myself not wanting to believe it, and longing for accounts by other people who knew Bottiggi.
Rosen presents strong arguments against society for allowing Traci Lords to get away with hoodwinking the porn industry. In fact, his arguments made me very, very pissed off at her.
Beaver Street was truly a book that I couldn't put down. I learned tons of stuff that I didn't know. You don't need to have been involved with the porn industry like myself in order to enjoy the book. You don't even have to be involved with researching the subject. Beaver Street is a fascinating book to read.
Your assessment of CR is priceless. I too, have sat in front of that exquisite Victorian desk, surrounded by his priceless artifacts that invariably feature naked women or abstract genitalia, patiently waiting my turn for him to say, "...And Ms. XXXX, what good news do you have for me today?". From your description of him, I could hear his voice leap from the page. I could see him as I saw him in his office at 801 Second Avenue, a bit more shriveled version that the one you saw, but in that same beautifully cut, tasteful grey pinstripe suit, pocket square, and genteel sneer.
Also in the short time I was there, I know the company was sued multiple times. Weirdly it was never mentioned in the meetings. It was simply like it didn't matter. Also by the time I got there, the porn down on the lower floor was never mentioned. Ever. People on the 19th floor did NOT speak to or of the people down there. I only knew about them because I has skills he needed for both floors.
I loved the part about "the founder". After he lost the lease on the 19th floor and we were moved to the far less glamorous 11th floor, that bust was placed directly outside my door, so it would stare at me day in day out. It was rumored that there was a camera in it, but that was probably just conjecture.
He was elderly by the time I worked for him, yet he was insistent on never dying. He kept a personal chef with him at the office, a woman he paid far less than she was worth, peanuts really. She would prepare his daily vitamins and medications, dozens in all, and his breakfast and lunch in the office's formal dining room. All the upper management were expected to attend, but as a woman and a low level techie I was fortunately denied that privilege.
I liked your Maria. It explains his current secretary while I was there. She was a Mid-fiftish battleax of a hag who would agree with him if he said the sky was green, and spent much of her time repeating back anything he said in different words as if she had just thought of that. She, and the other woman before her, trained themselves to expect and indulge his every whim. The woman before at least seemed to see the humor in the situation, as Maria seemed to. I would have been stoned all the time too.
There was a whole host of crazy characters there who like me, had no other options at the time, and those of us that got out sometimes get together and talk about it, because no one else would ever believe us. They are a crazy bunch but those who survived, many are people I really like, cause as you and Maria were, we were witness to a legend being written. Like you I walked out of that office with no job but that "incredible lightness of being".
All in all you reminded me that despite everything, Carl Ruderman has charisma. A sly, slithering sort of charisma, but charisma just the same. I can't even say I dislike him. He is the sort of man who will do anything for money, and it seems that he did.
In the end, those of us that got tangled up in it have one hell of a story to tell at cocktail parties.
He lived for a while with one of the female editors of a well known porn magazine...I was surprised by how many skin mags had female editors...a women he describes as someone who got cranky if she didn't have an orgasm at least every 7 hours. I found this ironic because this time period was the hay day of the second wave feminist and WAP movement ( Women Against Pornography ). She also tried to unsuccessfully hide her occupation from her sixteen year old daughter who at sixteen worked at the ticket booth of a Times Square porn theater.
He shows the anti-porn folks as the true hypocrites ( and criminals ) that they were( are ) especially Meese - who Dante would have consigned to a very low level in hell and Traci Lords who should be the poster child of game theory because she gamed the system so thoroughly to her own advantage...a woman so self-consciously wanton that a judge even said that child pornography laws weren't meant to cover a person like her.
If you are looking for erotica, then look elsewhere because this is more a personal history of the U.S. porn magazine industry...unless of course you were home schooled in a fundy home...in which case you may find it shocking that people like to view pictures of other people having sex in every possible way imaginable. But, if want a history, then it's definitely worth reading.
I am only giving it 4 stars because it falls apart a little at the end and could have been more thorough in my opinion. But, there aren't a whole lot of insider accounts of this industry, so its worthwhile. He also wrote a book on John Lennon. Nowhere Man: The Final Days of John Lennon which I have not read.
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