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From television producer Jack Gray comes a generational account of finding one’s way at work, at home, and even across the street.

There are a lot of unforgettable characters in these pages: a loveable if possibly alcoholic dog; a set of grandparents who crush on Alex Trebek and obsess about death; Golden Girls and blue bloods, anchormen and Supreme Court justices; divas and wags—but the best character of all is the author himself. To read Jack Gray’s musings is to enter the ...

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Overview

From television producer Jack Gray comes a generational account of finding one’s way at work, at home, and even across the street.

There are a lot of unforgettable characters in these pages: a loveable if possibly alcoholic dog; a set of grandparents who crush on Alex Trebek and obsess about death; Golden Girls and blue bloods, anchormen and Supreme Court justices; divas and wags—but the best character of all is the author himself. To read Jack Gray’s musings is to enter the company of a young man of titanic wit and talent. As he observes and echoes the fixations and neuroses of his generation and our times, he will make you squirm, guffaw, and ultimately marvel.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
This collection of Gray’s smalltown dreams and big-city ambitions has all of the shy charm of a favorite relative chatting to family over stiff drinks, embarrassingly revealing yet somehow addictive. Gray, an Emmy Award–winning producer for CNN’s Anderson Cooper 360, pokes fun at himself as a kid filming a fake TV show with his sister with a VHS camcorder in suburban Boston. After a newscast producer’s gig on a local TV program, he is offered a producing post by conservative firebrand Glenn Beck, but chooses a more desirable position with CNN host Cooper. There are flashes of real wit and campy fun as with this sleepover in Cooper’s summer home: “It involved Kathy trying on Anderson’s boxer shorts, me passing out on the sofa after too much sake with Kelly Ripa, and Anderson, just sitting there, the whole weekend, giggling.” If you hope this book will reveal the dirt on Mr. Cooper or other celebrities, you’ll be disappointed. With humor and heart, Gray uses his recollections as a sentimental, sassy mirror into his own personal and professional affairs. (Feb.)
Anderson Cooper
"Jack Gray is deeply funny and his book reminds me of a young David Sedaris or Augusten Burroughs. Poignant, sarcastic, his stories are at times touching, often outrageous, always hilarious."
Andy Cohen
“Jack Gray always puts a smile on my face. This is a really funny book!”
Nia Vardalos
"Jack Gray's honestly self-effacing and hilarious writing evokes two immediate reactions: I want to be him and live that semi-fabulous work life. Or cook him a nice meal, do his laundry and set him up with my cousin."
Michael Hastings
"Hilarious. Touching. Impressive. Pigeon in the Crosswalk is laugh out loud funny—there's a guffaw on almost every page. It's an entertaining debut from a sensitive and perceptive voice who has managed to capture the anxieties of an entire generation. If you want to know how to make it in cable news; if you want to know what celebrities are really like; or if you just want to experience the pleasure of finding a great, new, young writer, I can't recommend it enough. Jack Gray has crossed the street."
Stephan Lee
“Addictive… Gray's insight and snarky, self-effacing humor make him someone you'd want at any dinner party.”
Concord Monitor
"Wise, warm, and often hilarious."
From the Publisher
"Jack Gray is deeply funny and his book reminds me of a young David Sedaris or Augusten Burroughs. Poignant, sarcastic, his stories are at times touching, often outrageous, always hilarious."

“Jack Gray always puts a smile on my face. This is a really funny book!”

"Jack Gray's honestly self-effacing and hilarious writing evokes two immediate reactions: I want to be him and live that semi-fabulous work life. Or cook him a nice meal, do his laundry and set him up with my cousin."

"Hilarious. Touching. Impressive. Pigeon in the Crosswalk is laugh out loud funny—there's a guffaw on almost every page. It's an entertaining debut from a sensitive and perceptive voice who has managed to capture the anxieties of an entire generation. If you want to know how to make it in cable news; if you want to know what celebrities are really like; or if you just want to experience the pleasure of finding a great, new, young writer, I can't recommend it enough. Jack Gray has crossed the street."

"This collection of Gray’s smalltown dreams and big-city ambitions has all of the shy charm of a favorite relative chatting to family over stiff drinks... With humor and heart, Gray uses his recollections as a sentimental, sassy mirror into his own personal and professional affairs."

“Addictive… Gray's insight and snarky, self-effacing humor make him someone you'd want at any dinner party.”

"Wise, warm, and often hilarious."

Kirkus Reviews
An Emmy Award–winning CNN producer shares an occasionally humorous peek into his star-studded, behind-the-scenes life in broadcasting. "If a bird can adapt and succeed in the big, complicated city," writes Anderson Cooper 360 producer Gray after observing a pigeon cross a busy street, "I can, too." The author chronicles his career from its early beginnings in small-town New Hampshire, where, armed with a camcorder, he recruited his 8-year-old sister and great-grandmother for his own nightly news show. Since then, Gray has booked the likes of powerhouse notables Condoleezza Rice, John Kerry and Mitt Romney, and he's witnessed the "glorious chaos" of the political arena. He's also become best buds with Kathy Griffin and Soleil Moon Frye. As with all good works of celebrity gossip, Kim Kardashian makes a brief appearance in these essays. Although the relentless scatological humor and cheap shots at celebrities who've made it on his hit list are no doubt intended to be funny, the comedy is often lost in Gray's cynical, heavy-handed snark. Gray is at his best when he steers clear of secondhand glamour, instead focusing on his family or shining a spotlight on the shortcomings of the contemporary news-media industry. The author writes eloquently and insightfully of the rapidly changing cable-news scene and its "real-time insanity," while simple stories of his dog, grandparents and coming out to his family are honest and tender. Play-by-play accounts of buying donuts with Griffin in the middle of the night, however, have more in common with the kind of Twitter drivel Gray lambastes. A small-town-kid-in-a-big-city memoir that mostly shines with borrowed star power but glows every now and then with its own candor and heart.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781451641349
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 2/19/2013
  • Pages: 211
  • Product dimensions: 5.84 (w) x 8.38 (h) x 0.82 (d)

Meet the Author

Jack Gray

Jack Gray is an Emmy Award-winning producer for CNN’s Anderson Cooper 360. Born and raised in Massachusetts, he previously worked as a television producer in New Hampshire and Boston. He lives in New York City with his Labrador retriever, Sammy.

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FUN WITH A

USED CAMCORDER

The meteorologist was ruining my newscast. She was cranky, unfocused, and, for a seasoned television personality, she spent a lot of time chewing on her barrette. Willard Scott would never pull this shit. It served me right for working with my eight-year-old sister. Even on the rare occasion when she delivered her weather report on cue, she mumbled so much that no one could understand her. She was like Bob Dylan, if Bob Dylan wore saddle shoes and had maternal separation anxiety.

At the time it seemed that my sister, Rose, existed for the sole purpose of driving me crazy. I think I was the only ten-year-old who walked around with a stress ball. She was like a mental patient with an army of Cabbage Patch dolls, just waiting to tattle on me for something minor, like spilling a cup of milk or telling her she was left as an infant on our doorstep in an empty Doritos bag. I remember once she broke her collarbone. It always had to be about her. And the way she monopolized our mother’s time. Surely the woman had more important things to do than to teach my sister how to read. I was waiting for cookies, for fuck’s sake.

As it happens, I was stuck with Rose, as both a sibling and a television colleague. There was a shortage of fake meteorologists willing to be paid in grape Pez. It didn’t matter, though. I was the star of the show, the founder of the entire network. It was called BNN—Barnstead News Network; Barnstead being the name of the lakeside New Hampshire town in which my maternal grandparents—whose living room housed our “studio”—resided. We had a rudimentary set. The sofa doubled as the anchor desk, our tripod was crooked and the reading lamp hardly matched the crisp glow that bathed Jane Pauley on the Today show each morning. But we made do, no doubt thanks to my unflappable leadership. Like any good ten-year-old TV anchor, on the days when my sister refused to provide our viewers with accurate meteorological data, I brought in our backup correspondent, our six-year-old cousin Krista. Granted, she preferred to do her reports while hanging upside down off of the sofa but, still, they had a certain style. A style that has evolved over the subsequent years with an emphasis on makeup and hair extensions, with Krista now exemplifying the downside of what happens when the word “Kardashian” enters the cultural lexicon.

The crucial piece of BNN was, obviously, the video camera itself. A VHS camcorder, it was purchased used by my grandfather Papou. A modern man who passed on to me his love of photography and gadgets, Papou retained his parents’ old-world sensibilities and disregard for U.S. law. “What do you mean,” he asked me when I was eleven, “you don’t know how to drive?”

Equal parts savvy consumer and hearty outdoorsman, he was—and remains—as comfortable shopping for preowned electronics as he was euthanizing a turtle caught in my fishing tackle. Frankly, if his lakeside activities were any indication, I think Papou—a medical doctor—might have harbored some regret over never going the Dr. Kevorkian route. To this day I’ve not met anyone more eager to chloroform marine life.

Then again, I’m not sure I ever quite figured him out. I mean, I once bought him salt and pepper shakers in the shape of toilets and he actually used them. What does that say about him? That he likes to humor his grandchildren? Please. The man is clearly a mess. And if that doesn’t convince you, consider this: He once came home with a remote-controlled flatulence simulator called Le Farteur. “But it’s French!” he protested as my grandmother kicked him into the basement.

One of my most frequent interview subjects on BNN was my great-grandmother. She would come up from Connecticut each summer for a vacation. And by vacation I mean my grandmother and her sisters would take turns passing their mother around among themselves like a plate of baklava. Questionable elder care notwithstanding, I was always glad to see my Yiayia. A Greek immigrant in her nineties, she measured approximately three feet by three feet, never wore anything other than a muumuu, and was obsessed with two things: the soap opera Guiding Light and death. No matter what question I posed, her broken English was always the same: “I don’t understand why The God don’t take me now.” Between the two of us, we were one bottle of ouzo away from a murder-suicide pact. For the better part of twenty-five years I was told on an annual basis, “You’d better make sure you visit Yiayia this summer because this might be the last time you see her.” That she pleaded constantly for death and ended up living to 103 only further confused my already skewed view of mortality.

Yearly interviews with Yiayia aside, our production schedule at BNN was anything but consistent, though we were always on call for breaking news. One summer a particularly nasty thunderstorm blew through town. (I use the word “town” loosely; it was more of a state highway with a gas station.) I tried to capture dramatic footage by pointing the camera outside but, alas, my grandmother’s complex window treatments got in the way. There were blinds, cranks, pulleys, and screens; the windows offered everything except natural light and ventilation.

Without fail, Rose and Krista would tire of my demands and abandon me in the BNN studios. They’d head out to my grandparents’ driveway to play hopscotch or sell drugs, it was such a fine line in those days, while I stayed inside, devoted to my burgeoning craft and talking to myself. I grew skilled at doing my own introductions. “And now, your host, Jack Gray,” I would boom in a deep voice, off-camera. Walking into the shot, I would thank the imaginary audience, sit down, and launch into a rambling monologue. In retrospect, it was probably closer to an al-Qaeda video than a newscast.

As any good anchorman knows, you can’t stay in the studio all the time. You have to get out into the field and talk to folks. I would remove the video camera from the tripod and head into the real world, or my grandmother’s kitchen, whichever I came across first. My grandmother, the daughter of my death-obsessed great-grandmother, and whom I also call Yiayia, is one of those remarkable women who doesn’t sleep more than ninety minutes a night, always has a warm plate of blueberry muffins on the counter, and will cut a bitch if she misses Jeopardy. Look, I’m not saying my grandmother has a crush on Alex Trebek. I’m just saying she used to shout out some pretty filthy answers. Yiayia was camera-shy back then. She wasn’t so much interested in being interviewed by me as she was blasting an Elton John CD on the stereo. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a sixty-year-old woman wearing a New England Patriots t-shirt dance alone to “I’m Still Standing.” I was young; I wasn’t clear about what I was watching. I just knew it was shame-based.

When Yiayia inevitably pushed me out of the kitchen so she could “get dinner ready” (code for make obscene calls to Alex Trebek), I would go in search of the one member of the family I knew would cooperate. Her name was Abby, a beautiful German shepherd. Broad-shouldered, good-humored, with a gorgeous mane of hair, she was a canine Bea Arthur. I would find Abby—usually down in the basement playing solitaire—and turn on the camera. So serene. Nothing you could do would fluster her. I would point the camera at Abby and ask her questions, “How was your day?” “Did you spot any squirrels around the property?” “Do I look fat in these pants?” The usual journalist-dog conversation. She would just kind of nod. One of those slight moves of the head that could have been either a signal of recognition or, as it often was with Bea Arthur, just gas. Then I would lie down next to her and snuggle up for a bit. Granted, that’s kind of an ethical gray area for a reporter. But you can’t tell me that Barbara Walters didn’t do the same thing with Fidel Castro. Abby would sigh and give me a couple licks across the top of my head, and then we would go out and play for a while, leaving the camcorder behind. Just a dog and his anchorman.

The BNN tapes still exist. There’s a trove of VHS cassettes somewhere in my grandparents’ basement, probably near the shoebox full of my grandmother’s unsuccessful horse track betting slips. My grandfather keeps saying he’s going to transfer the tapes to DVDs. Everyone knows that will never happen. His days as a technology pioneer are over. He’d probably transfer the VHS cassettes to silent film reels. When I was young, on the way to my grandparents’ house, I would daydream about what new and exciting electronic gadget Papou would have to show me. Now I realize it’s the other way around. He asks me about my phone and my camera and, when I hand them over to him, he does that maneuver senior citizens do where they take off their glasses and hold an item at arm’s length, examining it suspiciously. I considered buying him an iPad for his birthday, but then I remembered that he’s too old and I’m too cheap.

It’s just as well that those tapes are collecting dust. What would I want to do, watch them? No, thanks. Should I ever want to be embarrassed by what I say or how I look, I have access to clips of my occasional CNN appearances. I wonder if my grandparents ever thought, when I was making those BNN tapes in their house all those years ago, that I would ever make a living in the television business. Probably not. They likely just crossed their fingers that I wouldn’t become a drug addict or get anyone pregnant—a crapshoot in any family. To some extent, Yiayia and Papou still think of me as the little boy with the camcorder, barking out orders to his sister and cousin. When I gave my grandmother a tour of CNN, she took me aside and whispered, “Do you think Anderson Cooper would want to watch those BNN tapes? I should ask him.” I could feel the blood draining from my face.

“No, that’s alright,” I said, “his VCR is broken.”

“Oh, really? That’s a shame.”

“Yeah, don’t even mention it to him, he’s quite upset about it.”

And then we walked into the television studio. A real television studio.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2013

    Fun Read

    Lots of laughs. Fans of David Sedaris and/or Kathy Griffin will enjoy this book.

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  • Posted March 20, 2013

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    Jack Gray is a producer on Anderson Cooper's AC 360 show on CNN,

    Jack Gray is a producer on Anderson Cooper's AC 360 show on CNN, but many people know him from his humorous Twitter account. He has over one million followers, most of whom he says are "scammers or from Malaysia. I'm big in Malaysia."
    He also writes the 360 blog online and his boss Anderson Cooper and others convinced him that he should write a book. So he did, and the result is the charming, sweet and hilarious Pigeon in a Crosswalk: Tales of Anxiety and Accidental Glamour.
    Gray calls the book a collection of essays rather than a memoir, and I agree with that characterization. He starts the book describing his start in the news business as a ten-year-old- running BNN, a fake news network out of his grandparents' home. He had serious labor issues with his eight-year-old sister, but his experience there started his love of TV news which exist to this day.
    He writes lovingly and humorously of his family, especially both sets of his grandparents, with whom he spent a lot of time. He has Greek grandparents on one side, so his descriptions of holiday dinners will ring familiar to anyone who has seen the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
    On the other side were his WASPy grandparents, who loved him just as much, but were a little less ebullient about it. I adore that he writes of his family with such warmth.
    Gray worked his way up the ladder, working at a cable news station in Boston, where he wrangled Benazir Bhutto into a live interview. He then worked with Boston TV news legend Chet Curtis, where he managed to get an at-home interview with Supreme Court justice Stephen Breyer. Gray succeeded because he was not afraid to try.
    He is naturally funny, and just about every page has something you will laugh out loud at. When he got a job at CNN after he wisely turned down an interview for a job with Glenn Beck (yikes!), he has a few great stories about skulking around trying to meet famous people in the green room.
    Gray is obsessed by The Golden Girls, and when Betty White was doing The Joy Behar Show, he knew this might be his only chance. He ratchets up the tension as he hides in the hall, planning his moment, dodging security and hoping to get a photo with his idol. You'll have to read the book to find out if he succeeded.
    (People who were nice to him- Maria Shriver, Elizabeth Edwards, Robert Redford. People who were not so nice-Barney Frank and Johnny Weir.)
    Through his work with Anderson Cooper, Gray became friends with actress/comedienne Kathy Griffin. The chapter on his adventures with Griffin, trying to prevent her from swearing and/or stripping during CNN's New Year's Eve show with Cooper, wandering NYC in the wee hours of the morning looking for doughnuts, staying with Griffin in her fancy LA home and hanging with Maggie, Griffin's mother are laugh-out-loud funny.
    This book is for people who liked Justin Halpern's S#*t My Dad Says and Andy Cohen's Most Talkative.  It brings the funny, like those books do, and yet is grounded in a sweetness. If you are offended by cursing though, this book is not for you. But if you are looking for a good laugh, buy this book now.

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    A Laugh Out Loud Read

    I saw Jack Gray on Anderson Live talking about his book and decided to order it. I loved his humor and he brings it out very well in this book. His stories about his family and his dog, Sammy, are hilarious. Would love to hang with him and eat breadsticks from Olive Garden any day.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2013

    I feel like I know Jack and to know him is to love him.

    I feel like I know Jack and to know him is to love him.

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