I was reading the book Here Is New York by E.B. White. This was published in 1949, he had already written Stewart Little, but it's that's before Charlotte's Web (1952), and The Trumpet of the Swan (1970). On page 11 is a single sentence that is all too interesting.
"I am.. thirty-six blocks from the spot where historian Joe Gould kicked a radio to pieces in full view of the public..."Most outlandish stories are only true if you squint a little. But an article in Art Forum about Alice Neel seemed to corroborate it. [SOURCE] It adds a little context but we still don't know where, when or why it happened. Gould lived from 1889 to 1957. Other than that it happened before 1949 we know very little at this point.
"His mother died and left him some money and he bought a radio and smashed it on the curb. He bought a typewriter and smashed that too."
Gould's own history provides very little by way of a timeline. His arrival in New York is prior to the existence of commercial radio. By 1952 Gould was mostly infirm and unable to break apart a radio with a bat sledgehammer or any other contrivance. In between he was a feral bohemian, living on ketchup and beer to paraphrase one account. The periodical Our Time described the incident as well, but in similar terms, only adding motive.
Some of it he used in a personal protest against the trend of social progress in the United States —he went into a radio shop, bought a big shiny new wireless set, dragged it into Sixth Avenue and there kicked it into pieces. This gesture has so far had little effect on the trend of "progress" in any country ...Joe Gould contentedly kicking his radio to bits in the middle of the street might move us, stirring a little sympathy and some surprise . For that matter any glimpse of another's private world is strange.It's well documented that Gould was a denizen of Washington Square. It's worth mentioning that Sixth Avenue is a block West of Washington Square Park. Joe Gould first set foot in Greenwich Village, in 1916 or 1917. Radio was still an experimental pursuit of hobbyists. He was a a very eccentric bohemian, probably was autistic, and possibly insane. On his rare uptown excursions from Greenwich Village, you could sometimes find Gould in the main Reading Room of the New York Public Library. Here, Gould took prolific notes in what he described as an Oral History of the World. The problem was as Joseph Mitchell would reveal in 1965 in his book Joe Gould's Secret, that the Oral History book didn't exist.
The Bridgewater Review (Vol 25, Issue #2) also described the radio smashing incident. [SOURCE] This version invokes a different motive and changes the venue again. Now it's not the curb, it's Washington Square, and this time he has a bat.
"Another antic, considered performance art by some later 20th century scholars, involved his smashing radios with a baseball bat in Washington Square as a protest against capitalism during the Depression."
If we go back to the E.B. White account, White is situated in midtown, at an unnamed hotel. The date is uncertain but clearly prior to it's publication in 1949. By his own telling he was then 36 blocks away. He could have meant from Washington Square. The boundaries of Midtown are not very defined. The northern border is always central park, 58th street. But the southern boundary is anywhere from 14th to 34th street. So that's unhelpful. The brilliant Diana Rosenthal Roberson identified the venue as the Algonquin Hotel, 59 West 44th Street. It's still there today. [SOURCE] With that confirmed, I count 37 blocks, 36 gets him to 8th Street and Waverly Pl. Maybe he counted Bryant Park as one block.
Roberson herself politely rates the incident slightly better than apocryphal. Who knows? Looking for some chronology I reexamined E.B. White's tale where he lists off a series prior events in Manhattan. Some of the events were in the distance past like the hanging of Nathan Hale but also one from 1937; Hemingway slapping Max Eastman. Note that White exaggerated that account, the slap becomes a punch. He also exaggerated Gould's role as a historian but he may not have known that in 1949.
Back to Joseph Mitchell. In 1965 he also repeats he story. But here Mitchell repeats it alongside a parable from Max Gordon, the proprietor of the Village Vanguard Club. Gordon explains that Gould was a bohemian, and basically felt "miserable" having money, he just spent it. Then came another version of the story."While Gould was spending his inheritance, he did one things that satisfied him deeply. He bought a big, shiny radio and took it out on Sixth Avenue and kicked it to pieces."
If you believe the inheritance version of the story I'm sorry to report, Gould's genealogy is unhelpful. His mother was Amanda Evelyn Gould (née Vroom) and his father Dr. Clarke Storer Gould. His father died in 1919. His father's obituary clearly states that he leaves behind "...a wife, a son, Joseph F. Gould, a daughter, Miss Hilda P Gould and a brother, Junius B. Gould of Boston." [SOURCE] It is not known when his mother was born or died. Historians claim his mother was born about 1862 and was married in 1888 at the age of 25. She would have been about 57 when her husband died. The actuarial tables tell us she probably died in the next 10-15 years which roughly lines up with a data from another, very different version of the tale. The Village Voice Reader, published in 1962 tells the most detailed version of the tale.
"Someone told a story about how Joe Gould had once won a television set in a jingle contest he had entered. He had given the Minetta Tavern, on MacDougal Street, as his address. Joe was in the tavern when the contest people called to confirm the address, and he asked them to deliver it there that afternoon. When the set arrived, Joe asked that it be set down on the sidewalk in front of Minetta's. Then he went to a garage across the street to borrow a sledgehammer. The presentation was made with a little ceremony, and Joe went Wham!, smashing the set to smithereens."
Here we have a new venue and a somewhat more certain time frame. Prohibition ended in 1933. Minetta Tavern opened in 1937. It was a popular stop for many writers of the day, Ernest Hemingway, John Dos Passos, Ezra Pound, Eugene O'Neill, Lucien Carr, E.E. Cummings, and Dylan Thomas. The bar re-opened in 2009 and is still located at 113 Macdougal Street. That's a block south of the park and a block east of Sixth Avenue. It's still the right neighborhood. If you are wondering, TV sets became much more common after WWII, though there were retail models even in the 1930s.
This story was clearly well mythologized even in Gould's own lifetime. Normally I favor the the most contemporary account, but that's the E.B. White version and it's short on details. The Village Voice account has the most details but it came only after his death in 1957 and among those details, the 1937 date is iffy because it's the same year the tavern opened. Where was Gould drinking before 1937? We do not know. His name is so synonymous with Minetta Tavern it makes a likely venue for the incident. In the Mythbusters sense of the word, I'll grant it's plausible. Believe what you like.




























