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Copyright © 2014 by Scott Weems

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Weems, Scott.

Ha! : the science of when we laugh and why / Scott Weems.

pages cm

Includes bibliographical references and index.

ISBN 978-0-465-08080-9 (e-book) 1. Wit and humor—Therapeutic use. 2. Wit and humor in medicine. 3. Laughter. I. Title.

R705.W43 2014



10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

For Katherine Russell Rich, who laughed



“What Is?” The Elusive Concept of Mirth

– Cocaine, Chocolate, and Mr. Bean

– The Kick of the Discovery

– Stopover at the Empire State Building

“What For?” Humor and Who We Are

– Specialization Is for Insects

– Our Computer Overlords

“So What?” Becoming a More Jovial Person

– The Bill Cosby Effect

– Humor Dances

– Oh, the Places You'll Go






. I
Warren St. John and published in the
New York Times
on May 22, 2005. “The joke died a lonely death,” wrote St. John. “There was no next of kin.”

The setting was, as armchair poets call it, a dark and stormy night. New York City was being hit by almost twenty inches of snow, with wind gusts exceeding eighty miles an hour and temperatures dropping well below zero. The city was still recovering from an even bigger blizzard just two weeks before, and Mayor Robert Wagner had been forced to declare a state of emergency. Until the weather cleared and bulldozers could push the mess into the East River, New York was closed for business. At the same time, a young comic named Lenny Bruce waited in a hotel on West 47th Street, wondering if anybody would endure the terrible conditions to see his show. Cars weren't even allowed on the roads, so what were the odds they would venture out into the city to see comedy?

It was midnight, February 4, 1961, the beginning of a prolonged death for the traditional joke. By the end of the night, Bruce's career, and indeed comedy itself, would never again be the same.

Bruce had already made a name for himself by performing edgy stand-up routines based on race, religion, and sexual hypocrisy. He didn't tell jokes, and many people didn't find his stories especially funny. Instead, they were shocking, less like comedy and more like social commentary. Bruce wasn't a comedian like Bob Hope or Sid Caesar; his act had little structure and sounded distinctly unrehearsed. Just as jazz musicians hone their craft not by focusing on individual songs but by perfecting use of their instrument, Bruce was becoming master of the riff, the story, and the offhand remark. Carnegie Hall would be his master performance.

The show began with Bruce remarking on the size of the crowd, wondering what would happen if, instead of comedy, he simply performed an extended violin solo. Then his art began, and he ripped into a string of random observations and anecdotes that, if committed to print, would be incomprehensible. He pondered what would happen if Jesus and Moses visited St. Patrick's Cathedral and saw the size of the cardinal's ring. He wondered how, since the earth is constantly rotating, people who die at noon can go to heaven while those passing away in late evening don't go to hell. When feedback erupted over the microphone, he searched the stage looking for the source of the noise, musing how funny it would be if the speakers were simply picking up sound from a kid practicing piano behind the curtain. Like Charlie Parker with a saxophone, or Miles Davis a trumpet, he worked the microphone and improvised about anything that came to mind, drawing huge laughs despite telling almost no traditional “jokes.” “There's no right and wrong,” he claimed early in the act. “Just my right, and your wrong.”

For the next two hours Bruce shared observations about religion, prejudice, and even women with hairy armpits, and though his approach wasn't groundbreaking, it was the first time anybody had performed with such fluidity. Like other comedians of his generation, he rejected the idea of setups and punch lines in favor of a more personal approach, trading one-liners for an angst-filled slurry of words that at times bordered on gibberish. He wasn't the funniest comic of his time. Far from it—much of his humor was lost on the audience for the simple reason that he didn't
bother finishing most of his sentences. He wasn't the smartest, either. Rather, he was simply the most creatively idiosyncratic, like the kid in school who could have been voted most likely to succeed if only he cared about the title. He was both a genius and a complete mess.

“All laughter is involuntary,” he said during the performance. “Try to fake four laughs in an hour, it'll take you away, man. You can't. They laugh because it's funny. [Switch to stiff, formal voice]
They have had the exposure in the area that he is satirizing.
” In other words, humor happens when we connect with other people and share their struggles and confusions. Indeed, on February 4, 1961, all laughter was involuntary.

Still, the exact moment of death, the joke's final death knell, didn't come until the conclusion of his act. Bruce announced that he wanted to end the performance with a traditional story, one with a regular setup and punch line. People would laugh and jump from the rafters, choral music would celebrate his joy, and his job would be so complete that there would be no need for a curtain call. The joke would be enough.

Nineteen minutes later he still hadn't gotten around to the punch line.

Though the joke eventually elicited huge laughs and applause, the reaction didn't come from the joke itself. That was relatively tame, involving a man sleeping on a plane with his fly open and his privates exposed. No, the audience erupted in huge applause because they recognized that something unusual had just happened. They had witnessed a new form of comedy.

A short while later, Bruce would be arrested for obscenity, and comics like George Carlin and Richard Pryor would take his place as humor pioneers, working up audiences in ways unknown to previous generations. Comedy would remain healthy as ever, though nobody would look at it the same way again.

“I'm not a comedian,” Bruce said later. “The world is sick and I'm the doctor. I'm a surgeon with a scalpel for false values. I don't have an act. I just talk. I'm just Lenny Bruce.”

I'm too young to have ever seen Lenny Bruce perform live, but I love his work and it has often made me wonder: Why do we find things funny? It's a philosophical as well as scientific question: Why do some comments, including jokes, quips, or extended stories, provoke joy and laughter, while others do not? Or, to be more concrete, why do we have the same reaction to a quip made by Lenny Bruce as to one made by Henny Youngman? Youngman was the comic who spoke the immortal line “Take my wife . . . please,” the kind of one-liner that's now rare but in its day caused audiences to howl. Humor may have adapted to modern tastes, like other forms of entertainment, but this doesn't explain why something funny to one person isn't to another, or why something that's hilarious in one decade is trite and stale in another.

I believe the answer to these questions lies in the fact that humor is ultimately not about puns or one-liners. Although traditional jokes are now rare thanks to artists like Bruce, humor remains alive and well because it's a process, one that reflects the times and needs of its audiences. It's the social or psychological working through of ideas that are not easily handled by our conscious minds.

As a cognitive neuroscientist with more than a dozen years' experience studying how the brain operates, I have learned that understanding humor requires recognizing the massive complexity of the human brain. If the brain were a government, it wouldn't be a dictatorship, a monarchy, or even a democracy. It would be an anarchy. It's been said that the brain is a lot like the Reagan presidency—characterized by countless interacting modules, all acting independently with only the semblance of a central executive. Political views aside, most scientists would agree with this assessment. The brain is indeed massively complex: parts are connected to other parts, which are then connected to others, but nowhere in the system is there some “final part” deciding what we say or do. Instead, our brains act by letting ideas compete and argue for attention. This approach has its benefits, such as allowing us to reason, solve problems, and even read books. However, it sometimes leads to conflict, for example when we try to hold two or more inconsistent
ideas at once. When that happens, our brains know of only one thing to do—laugh.

We often think of the human mind as a computer, one that takes input from its surroundings and acts based on our immediate goals. But this view is flawed. Rather than working in a logical, controlled manner, the brain multitasks. It doesn't break down in the face of ambiguity but, instead, uses confusion to achieve complex thought. When the brain is given conflicting goals or information, it uses that conflict to generate novel solutions, sometimes producing ideas that have never been thought of before. Humor succeeds because we take joy in this process, which is why a bored mind is a humorless mind. We take pleasure in working through the confusion, and we laugh when we've come up with a solution.

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