Remembering Al Goldstein: A Happy Jew

Remembering Al Goldstein: A Happy Jew

Al Goldstein, the founder of Screw magazine, who helped break down legal barriers against pornography and raged against politicians, organized religion and anything that suggested good taste, died in December 2013.

Ashley West remembers meeting Al.


I feel like I knew Al Goldstein forever, though I first met him in the autumn of his life.

Al Goldstein, Jim BuckleyI’d moved to Gotham inspired by Al’s exploits several decades previously. It was Al who launched Screw magazine declaring “We promise never to ink out a pubic hair or chalk out an organ. We will apologize for nothing. We will uncover the entire world of sex. We will be the Consumer Reports of sex.” He’d built an successful empire on this unapologetic intent.

By the time I met him though, times had changed. For a start he was living in a small apartment in the Ozone Park neighborhood of Queens that was paid for by Penn Jillette.

April Hall and I were visiting to interview him for our documentary on the birth of the adult film industry in New York. He’d been irritable over the phone as we finalized details – so by the time I knocked on his door, I was braced for his famous anger. Instead he was a genial host – funny, thoughtful and considerate.

The next surprise was that he was thinner, much thinner than in his heyday. He’d lost over 150 pounds following stomach stapling surgery, though if anyone could lose weight and look less healthy it was Al.

Al GoldsteinHis apartment was covered in hundreds of piles of newspaper cuttings and magazines. You were lucky if you could find a footprint-sized space to stand. The TV was permanently on the History Channel; Al said that that he hardly watched anything else, and Second World War documentaries were his favorite.

His health – both physical and mental – had become a concern, and his kitchen cabinet was better stocked than a Duane Reade store with medication for every condition from his bi-polar disorder to chronic insomnia.

Before we could start the interview, he asked April if she could help set up an online dating profile for him. He insisted that he was just looking for a companion, someone that he could talk to, grow old and spend time with. And he wanted to stress that he was still extremely skilled at eating pussy.

It was a far cry from his life in the luxury Manhattan apartment paid for by the publishing empire that was based on the success of Screw magazine.


Al started Screw with partner Jim Buckley in November 1968 as a weekly tabloid in response to his “dissatisfaction with the sex literature… and yearning for a publication that reflected sexual appetites.”

Al GoldsteinFrom the start he was the New York anti-Hefner. He was crude, loud and obnoxious. He railed against sacred cows in the magazine’s pages; in 1973, when the magazine printed nude photos of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, his critics were outraged, and 500,000 New Yorkers snapped up copies.

There was much to enjoy: adult films reviews (Al invented the peter meter – a penis-shaped scale that rated the success of each film), pithy descriptions (and adverts) for New York swingers clubs and massage parlors, outrageous cover artwork, and scathing, scatological editorials exposing religious leaders and the government for justifying war while imprisoning erotic magazine publishers.

It was successful too. Screw had hit the zeitgeist and regularly sold 140,000 copies a week at its height.

Most importantly he was angry. “To be angry is to be alive. I’m an angry Jew. I love it. Anger is better than love. I think it is more pure,” he said in an interview.

Often he used his irritation to good effect. He quickly took on authorities and won a series of nationally significant obscenity cases. In fact during the magazine’s first three years, Goldstein was arrested 19 times on obscenity charges.

Jim BuckleyThis was oxygen to Al, and he relished the role of the persecuted. “I really need the attention of being arrested, because that means I’m still bugging the establishment, that I’m still a gadfly to the state,” he told Playboy. “Acceptance of me and Screw would be the kiss of death.”

Unfortunately he was right, and after the heights of the early 1970s, he became a victim of his own success. Society had more permissive – ironically due in part to his own litigious efforts – and Al’s importance waned as Screw became less relevant as a cultural force. It was supplanted by glossier, lesser publications.

For a time Al found other outlets for his agenda, such as his cable porn show Midnight Blue that he launched in 1974, but the rise of the internet and decline of the print media took its toll and, in late 2003, the magazine folded. Al filed for bankruptcy protection.

He became frustrated and depressed, and things only got worse. He lost his properties in New York and Pompano Beach (famous for a large statue of an extended middle finger on the lawn), and soon there were stories that he was sleeping in a car, panhandling in Central Park, or working as a greeter at the Second Avenue Deli.


Back in Al’s apartment, we turned on the camera and started to interview him. The energy in the room changed instantly. Gone was the kind, gentle Al. It was like being transported back to the set of Midnight Blue.

Al Goldstein“My role in the sex industry is that of Columbus discovering what he thought was America. I discovered the Clitoris, the Orgasm, the Vagina, the Penis, the Ejaculation. I am truly the Thomas Alvar Edison of Pussy”, he said.

Over the next few years, I saw him a few times for lunch with friends such as Jamie Gillis or Ratso Sloman. He continued to ask about the dating profile, and even wanted me to set him up with Kim Pope, an adult film actress from the early days with whom we’d become friendly. I called Kim and listed Al’s many credentials, but she wasn’t wildly enthusiastic and the date was never happened.

He ended up in a nursing home in Cobble Hill in Brooklyn. By now he was in a wheelchair and diabetic. His mind was darkened by the clouds of dementia. We visited him on a regular basis, but there were never any signs that he recognized us and so conversation was basic.

I’d ask him how he was feeling. “I’m just a happy Jew” he’d say with a broad smile on his face.

I’d asked him what he’d been doing. “I’m just a happy Jew” he’d say winking at me.

Al GoldsteinHis small room was undecorated save for a few snapshots that showed Al with a few celebrities, one of whom was Ron Jeremy.

I asked if he knew any of the people in the photos.

“I’m just a happy Jew” he said.

And he did seem happy, though it was sad to see his formidable anger and intellect extinguished. He’d lost his ability to shock and surprise that had been such a defining feature.

Still, he was always happy to have company, and we took him old Jewish stand-bys such as sugar-free rugelach, babka, and Dr Brown diet cream soda.

The last time we saw him was a few weeks before he died. As ever he was confused, quiet and content. When we stood up to leave, he told us again that he was a happy Jew.

As I bent down to hug him, he looked up suddenly. He looked at me intently and said “How is that documentary of yours going? Are you ever going to finish it? Will I get to see it?”

I’d been wrong. Al hadn’t lost his ability to shock and surprise.

Al Goldstein, Jim Buckely

  • Posted On: 5th January 2014
  • By: The Rialto Report
  • Under: Articles


  1. Cathy Gigante-Brown · January 6, 2014 Reply

    Once again, you manage to show great humanity and poignancy. RIP, Mr. G!

  2. Jane Kz · January 6, 2014 Reply

    This is a beautiful piece. Thanks for sharing your memories of Al.

    I met Al back in the 70s when I was a starving writer – and always found him to be generous. He’d take large groups of us out and would always pick up the check and entertain us with his outrageously offensive thoughts.

    Happy days. Al was one of a kind.

  3. Frank F · January 7, 2014 Reply

    Again, the Rialto Report gives us another dimension to an iconic personality in the Adult Film world.

    Great post! and RIP Mr. Goldstein.

  4. John · January 9, 2014 Reply

    Interesting that Al described himself as a happy Jew as he devolved into dementia. A younger, more coherent Al told Luke Ford the following:

    Luke: “What does being Jewish mean to you?”

    Al: “It doesn’t mean s—. It means that I’m called a kike. Rose is more of a Jew than I am. She speaks Hebrew. ”

    Al was not raised in Judaism but Rose was.

  5. tailagent · January 9, 2014 Reply

    Thank U Rialto Report for this moving piece. We need iconoclastic, ball-busting people like Al in this world.

    RIP AL, pal!

  6. JOHN AMERO · January 16, 2014 Reply

    great piece on al….he reviewed most of my films and even some of the francis ellie ones….we fared pretty well on the peter meter…..they were seldom dirty enough for al but he appreciated the production values and our camp sense of humor…..keep up the good work!

  7. JOHN AMERO · January 16, 2014 Reply

    who is the great looking broad in the picture with al?

    • Frank F · February 8, 2014 Reply

      John, the attractive young lady in the picture with Al is an esteemed member of the Rialto Report team, April Hall.

  8. Hank Rose · February 6, 2014 Reply

    Al was the sultan of sleaze, a porn character who belonged in a colorful picaresque Dickens novel. And Screw and Hustler were must read stroke mags of the 70s. When I got to write for him once, that was confirmation that I’d made it in my own special way. What I wanna know is who took over his last blog gig over at Booble?

  9. Jay Gertzman · April 3, 2014 Reply

    Philip Roth spent 3 days hanging out with Al Goldstein when he was writing The Anatomy Lesson. Goldstein and his anger haunt this novel. The main character, the Nathan Zuckerman version of Roth, envies Goldstein’s anger for its uninhibited power to strip off the levels of civility and see sex, and its absorption into consumerism, as equally basic needs in a culture that measures everything by the most money-generating potential. But Screw, like Times Square itself, crapped on mealy-mouthed “decency” and “romance.” Zuckerman loves pretending he is a famous pornographer in The Anatomy Lesson. One reason is that he is a slave to his penis. He knows that’s a problem. Goldstein did not. That was why he was a law unto himself.

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