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The return of Oy-Oy 7

Have I got a secret agent for you! When Hamas is smuggling missiles, and Iranians are building A-bombs deep underground, to whom can Israel turn? 007? No way. He’s busy playing baccarat or keeping the world from being fried by space lasers. He hasn’t time for the Middle East.

But Israeli secret agent Israel Bond, code named Oy-Oy 7? Now he’s the man to call, or was, when author Sol Weinstein first created him in the 1960s.

With the recent reissue of Weinstein’s four novels parodying the works of Ian Fleming, we can discover if Bond — that is, Israel Bond — can again rise to the occasion and save the day.

Originally published in 1965, the books feature the yiddishe derring-do of an Israeli secret agent whose cover is as a salesman for Mother Margoles’ Old World Chicken Soup. Looking at them now, the titles seem much like a precursor to the bubbling over of American-Jewish pride that was to follow the Six-Day War in 1967. In other words, they are good for the Jews.

According to Weinstein, the four books — Loxfinger, Matzohball, On the Secret Service of His Majesty, the Queen, and You Only Live Until You Die — were reported to have sold a million copies. Looking back at that figure now, Weinstein feels it was lower.

“Certainly a few hundred thousand,” he said. “I was wallowing in total obscurity, and now I was a semi-unknown.”

Before the publication of the books, Weinstein was a writer for The Trentonian. Loxfinger, the first title in the series, originally appeared in condensed version in Playboy magazine. It imagined a Jewish secret agent fighting evil in a world where swimming pools are filled with chicken soup and the Israeli spy headquarters is shaped like the giant can from which the soup might have been poured. It’s such a Jewish world, the praying mantises come with their own prayer shawls and poison darts are shot from mezuzot.

The book is unadulterated Jewish slapstick, a world away from the sober Federal District of Sitka created by Michael Chabon in The Yiddish Policemen’s Union.

More than 40 years after their original publications, with the battle for Israel’s security front-page news and Jewish humor 10 notches broader than the Borscht Belt, are the books still good for the Jews? Hitting the market when 1960s-themed shows like Pan Am and Madmen are drawing an audience, I wonder if Loxfinger would work now as a touch of Jewish retro, a test of how yesterday’s Jewish sensibilities would play today.

As I read Loxfinger, I saw how Weinstein’s hero still successfully played off of Fleming’s tall, suave, and murderously gentile James Bond. Everyone, including the original Bond’s archenemies, know that he likes his vodka martini shaken, not stirred. Israel Bond, we soon discover, prefers egg creams — and not just any old way.

“The seltzer should be cold enough to stand on its own with a 3.5 ratio of pinpoint carbonation,” says Israel Bond in the book. “A fourth of the glass should be filled with Walker Gordon non-pasteurized milk,” he continues. “Only Fox’s U-Bet syrup should be used…mixed delicately with an 1847 Rogers Brothers spoon, dairy silver of course.”

Of course.

Like 007, Weinstein’s Oy Oy 7 has a license to kill, but when he is attacked by a bear in his hotel room, he is reluctant to use it. He only has his milchig knife with him and does not want to mess up his kashrut.

But his most dangerous weapon is his wit, or at least half of it; the puns and one-liners he flings with far deadlier aim than Oddjob tosses his derby. (That’s a Goldfinger reference, kids. Look it up). In a hotel room he picks up the phone and asks, “Operator, this is a Princess phone isn’t it? Good! Well, I’d like to speak to Princess Margaret.”

I asked Weinstein, now in his 80s and living in New Zealand, and who wrote jokes in Hollywood for Bob Hope, Dean Martin, and Sammy Davis Jr., to explain his incorrigible punning.

“I’m a paronomasiac,” he answered, which he defines as a person addicted to wordplay and puns.

“I want to make a few bucks,” said Weinstein, whose reply this time seemed to come from a man for once playing it straight. “I want to spread a few laughs around, and some Jewish feeling.”

For more information, visit oy-oy-7.com.

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