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No Sign of “No Jews, No Dogs” Signs

Thirty-nine years ago this week, New York Magazine printed a slice of wannabe-Wolfe reportage that spawned a star-making movie, one of the biggest-selling record albums ever, and numerous regrettable fashion and beauty trends—in short, an utterly unavoidable international pop culture phenomenon (and later, of course, an inevitable backlash).

All of it was based on a lie.

British writer Nik Cohn’s “Tribal Rites of the New Saturday Night” inspired the movie Saturday Night Fever. If you’re too young to involuntarily flinch while reading that sentence, I envy you.

  • just a thought

    Speaking of “involuntarily flinching” at the mention of that movie, perhaps if we could trick the Iranians into watching it, the effect would be similar to what it does to us?

    But I’m not entirely sure how much of a lie it was (other than that the author hadn’t actually experienced it), because in the mid to late 60’s the local Discotheque was a very popular place to go on Friday or Saturday night in a lot of American cities, not just the big ones. There was one not far from where I lived, and they often advertised name bands that would be appearing, top 10 in the charts occasionally. It probably wasn’t as glitzy as the movie (reality never is), but it was a very popular activity at that time.

    e.g., The Cowsills, of “Hair” fame was one, btw.


    Not my “thing,” but it was apparently very popular back then.

    • just a thought

      P.S. – they appeared there in the early 70’s. I don’t know how popular that stuff was much after that, but I don’t think it lasted much longer…

  • Richard K

    So even if there were no “No Jews, No Dogs Allowed” signs, there were plenty of signs that just read ” No Jews Allowed.”

    So dogs implicitly were permitted but Jews explicitly were not. If anything, it makes it worse.