Interview (and contest!): Curb Your Enthusiasm: The Book

Dierdre Dolan is the author of "Curb Your Enthusiasm: The Book," a coffee table book for the socially disinclined. This big, beautiful text offers a sort of oral history of the show, including interviews with everyone from the set designers to Larry David himself. I talked with her about the book, and I'm giving two away, as well -- look for the contest below the interview.
Why does the world need a book about Curb Your Enthusiasm? There's a TV show already.
The book is for fans of the show who want to know more -- how it's made (what does the editor, director, producer do); what are the real relationships between the cast like; what does the process of an entirely improvised show entail exactly. It's a non-fictional account of a fictional TV show.
Who did you talk to (besides LD) who gave you the most insight? What was the insight?
Director Bob Weide, director Larry Charles, actor/executive producer Jeff Garlin, Cheryl Hines and Susie Essman were all full of insight, and they all said the same thing: Larry David listens to himself more than anyone else, and that's why the show works. It's not that David won't ask for everyone's opinion, it's just that ultimately he trusts his own inner compass about what's funny more than he trusts anyone else's. This is one of the keys to the show's success. HBO leaves him alone where most network shows would be offering tons of suggestions and notes (expected to be followed). With Seinfeld, Larry David earned the right to ignore the network suits. And of course, since so much of the comedy comes from his own life, it only makes sense for him to be the last word on a line read or an edit. The more personal comedy stays, the funnier it usually is. Comedy writing by committee doesn't work as well.
David is notoriously unwilling to analyze his work, and you are one of the few folks who's spoken with him formally about Curb. What did he say that surprised you?
I know one thing that surprised David was that, after years of working behind the scenes on Seinfeld, he found it so enjoyable to be in front of the camera acting (he says it's much easier than writing). He never anticipated how much he would enjoy acting. I've been on the sets of a number of different TV shows, and "Curb" was hands down the happiest. When asked about their jobs, actors often say that they spend all day laughing at work, but on "Curb" everyone really does spend all day laughing because every take is different and funny in a new way.
In terms of analyzing his own work, David said he thinks the secret to the success of "Curb" and Seinfeld is that he writes about the ordinary things -- the small slights and annoyances of daily life (not enough shrimp in our chinese order, the annoying girlfriend of a good friend, etc.).
"When we were doing Seinfeld I realized that there was this whole world available that nobody was writing about," says David. "And I didn't understand it. I mean it puzzled me. What's the big deal? It just wasn't being done. And I'm not immodest when I say that. I just didn't see anythign being done like Seinfeld. And that's why people took to it."
What horrible thing that Larry's done on the show did you most identify with?
I relate to the smaller things because I live on a smaller scale than his character -- like the fight he gets into with Jason Alexander because he won't meet him halfway for a meeting, or when he complains about the waiting policy at the doctor's office. I'm also a grudge holder, so I identify with that too.
Is there something you've done in your life that's as awful as the things Larry does serially on the show? A particular incident you can share with our readers in all its gruesome detail?
I asked a woman when she was due once, and then she told me she wasn't pregnant. I couldn't figure out if the right move was to apologize and come up with some convoluted explanation, or just let it go. Instead I spent the next twenty minutes talking a mile a minute praying she would just forget that I ever asked the question.

Curb Your Enthusiasm the book is in stores now
Here's the contest: share with us, in the comments, the single most awful, Larry-David-esque thing you've ever done. If you want to do it anonymously, email it to me at jesse@maximumfun.org, and I'll post it for you. On Monday, I'll decide my two favorites, and each will get a copy of the book.
Ready, steady... go!
Previously on The Sound of Young America:
Interview with Curb producer Robert Weide (MP3)
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In high school marching band, every August we'd go away for a week to learn our show. It was this either abandoned or just unused-at-the-time summer camp in West Virginia. It was just us, except for what appeared to be a few Eastern European or Scandinavian college students who worked in the cafeteria for us.
One year (my freshman, maybe?), at Thanksgiving dinner, we were discussing various things, as typically happens at Thanksgiving dinners. In attendance were me and my parents, a friend of mine and his parents, and another couple. My friend had been talking about a guitar camp he had attended, and how one counselor had a thick Polish accent that was hard to understand.
"Yeah, we had a bunch of Slovaks at our camp," I blurted out, to immediate silence and stares. Of course I hadn't meant it that way, I was just trying to add to the conversation. To make it worse, my dad then said, "you mean like most of your relative?" (which is true).
To this day I can't decide whether that was the worst Thanksgiving I ever had, or if it was the time we went to Old Country Buffet (which is another story entirely).
I'm a freshmen in college. Back in September, I was sitting in the lounge on my dormitory floor. This guy I didn't know too well wanted me to do something weird or mean (I don't quite remember) to someone else and said he'd give me money for it. I said I didn't want the money. He then said he'd donate the money to the cancer society if I did it. I accidentially responded without even thinking, "is that to fight cancer or help it?"
It turns out he's a cancer survivor. Fortunately, he found it hilarious and didn't care. He actually performs standup material about it.
Anyway, I guess that's not the most Larry-David-esque thing since the person didn't hate me after it happened. I just thought I'd try.
I don't have one, but my brother told me something that happened to him last year. He was at this restaurant, kind of a shack kind of thing where they have burgers, fries, and milkshakes. There were vanilla shakes, chocolate shakes and more. On the sign it said "Black and White Shake" My brother didn't know what it was and yelled out, "Black and white! What the hell is this?!" And then he looked underneath the sign where there was a middle-aged white gentleman with a black son, who both looked at him completely distraught. My brother had no response except maybe like pointing at the sign and blubbering. He ended up just leaving out of shame.
Alright... so the story in my first year of high school, at a Swim Meet. I was listening to one of my fellow older students tell someone (once again) his story of his move from Cuba to Canada. I didn't really know a lot about Cuba... or that he loved their the majority of his life. So I asked him if he spoke Cuban. He get really mad. He proceeded to ask me if I spoke "Canadian", then stormed away in a rage.
I tried all day to convince him that I am not geographically ignorant, but he did not accept my apology.
Later that year, I had to share a room with him on a 5-night long school trip. Since then, I have asked more embarrassing questions, themselves questioning my own global awareness.
Lots of spelling errors in my previous comment. My bad.
Submitted by an anonymous listener:
i was waiting near the end of a long line at a
safeway, and one of the clerks said she was opening a
new register, so i hotfooted it over there and made it
to the new line first. i move fast. this other girl
who was before me in the first line came over, and
insisted that she should go before me since she was
nearer the front of the other line.
now i have never been in a fist fight before. judging
by the looks of the other girl, she was perhaps not a
stranger to bareknuckled safeway parking lot brawls.
she also had a couple of tough looking gentlemen
backing her up. i know my friend was of the opinion
that we should let the lady go first--maybe it would
take a little longer, but we wouldn't have any
permanent facial scarring.
but i knew the right was on my side so i held my
ground and told the lady that she should have moved
faster but since she didn't i was going to hold my
place in the front of the line cause I GOT THERE
FIRST. she started yelling. i yelled back. and
then, in true larry david style, i kept arguing while
i made my purchases, and then RAN LIKE I HAVE NEVER
RUN BEFORE out of the safeway to my friend's minivan
and burned rubber out of the parking lot. like i
said, i move fast.
victory.
What's the most Larry David-esque thing I've ever done? I think it would be easier to ask me what's the least Larry David-esque thing I've ever done.
I have a story that I love to tell about my father that is very much Larry. It was during the Jewish High Holy Days on Long Island, so naturally the deli counter at Waldbaum's was mobbed. Dad takes a number and stays there and I go with the cart to pick up the rest of the stuff.
On my way back to the deli counter, I hear his voice in a tone usually reserved for me. Apparently, a woman had tried to cut in the line with a higher number than his. He was standing right next to her, so he saw her ticket, but the kid behind the counter didn't bother to check.
So Dad is calling her every Yiddish insult in the book, and finally the woman says, "I wouldn't cheat. My husband is a judge." Without missing a beat, my father says, "Who's your husband," and then names some judge who had recently been indicted.
The entire place lost it, except for the woman, who sulked.
Mine would be a combination of two experiences, each happening at the same local restaurant, in the same bathroom.
This particular restaurant employs (if that's the correct word) attendants who stand conspicuously in the bathroom, offering a selection of colognes and sundries to folks like me who are simply looking for a place to pee. The most manipulative part is that they remove the paper towels so the guy has to hand you one, provided you actually wash your hands, and you end up drying your hands directly over his tip bowl. Now, I'm all for giving gratuities, but not to a guy who steals the paper towels and then offers me one!
The first time there, knowing the guy was standing only a few feet away and waiting for me to finish, I succumbed to what my mom refers to as "shy bladder syndrome" (I call it "stage fright") and just couldn't produce. I returned to my table, bladder bursting, and told my wife I'd be right back. She looked at me quizzically as I walked out of the restaurant and across the street to find a less daunting restroom.
A few months later, we returned to the restaurant. Remembering the previous situation, I hatched a plan.
I went to the bathroom and was relieved (pun intended) that the same attendant chose to wait outside this time. Of course he returned in time to hand me a paper towel but, when he did, I pulled a cloth table napkin from my back pocket, smiled brightly and said, "Thanks, I got it covered!" and dried my hands.
Since I do believe in gratuities and I know he needs to make a living, I dropped a couple of dollars in his tip bowl. My terms, my tip.
Another anonymous one:
Shortly after I was hired a bunch of little meetings scattered throughout the day were set up. They turned out, as meetings tend to, dragging on for hours. I soon realized that I was going to need to call a series of meetings, but I wanted to distinguish them from regular meetings by being short and staying on track.
I work in a cube farm and the cubicles are sectioned off in pods. I decided that I should call them powwows. It was a brilliant idea, powwows in the pod. It just just rolled off the tongue. I went around and started asking everyone if they could make it to the powwow.
Then, it happened. I asked the colleague with American-Indian heritage if she could make it to the powwow. There was an awkward pause while I realized that the term powwow was the wrong term. I tried to back peddle for 10 minutes, but that made matters worse. The backpedaling made it look like I intentionally went out of my way to be mean. I got the evil eye of evil eyes.
Later on that very day, I used the phrase "I didn't mean to steal your thunder" and got the same stink eye intensified by 10X. I had never thought of "stealing your thunder" as an American-Indian saying, but apparently it is. When I think about it makes total sense, but it never occurred to me. I so thought I was going to get fired for some discrimination issue. Luckily, HR never called.
Now I call them meetings just like everybody else.
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