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註釋In the delicatessen world of stand-up comedy, Jackie Mason's autobiography is the requisite kosher pickle. It's pungent, juicy, and ultimately sour. This is the story of a comedian's vocation, of how Jacob Maza, of Sheboygan, ordained rabbi, veteran Catskill tummler, at last became Jackie Mason, Broadway's hottest ticket. Of how he, despite the famous run-in with an all-powerful Ed Sullivan, finally become the toast of the town. A borscht belt matzoh ball who bounced between two distinct Jewish traditions: the serious rabbinical one of his fathers, and the comic spritz of the coffee shops of Broadway and Collins Avenue. The comic won because he thought funny and could articulate the basic foolishness and foibles of the world with an unparalleled sense of timing. True, his delivery was "too Jewish," but times have changed. He's still feisty and, like the best of them, funnier than his material. As Mason asks, "You believe me? Huh? Mister!" he's got the necessary honest megalomania to make this story of triumph in an especially self-centered branch of show business ring true, if a bit sad.