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The Darkness Beneath Huell Howser

Reveling In California’s Joys Has Always Been Partly About Making Up For Broken Dreams

Huell Howser

Huell Howser has retired after nearly 30 years of producing and hosting programs for KCET, ending his career in Garbo-esque disappearance within almost ubiquitous presence. California’s Gold, California’s Green, Downtown, Road Trip with Huell Howser, and Visiting will be less seen, but Howser’s collection of more than 2,000 programs will go online next year through a new archive at Chapman University. His geeky ebullience will continue to startle viewers—and invite parody—for decades to come.

That Howser, in stepping away from his celebrity, has adopted Garbo’s pose of being gone but always around is of a piece with his portrayal of another type from the same Californian golden age. Howser was the best of the “folks.”

Historian Kevin Starr, in his series Americans and the California Dream, traced the story of the “folks” who came to California beginning in the late 19th century and identified them as Protestant, fundamentalist, mildly Evangelical, prejudiced, narrow in conventional ways, and stoic but secretly yearning. The “folks” frequented the cafeterias downtown, worshipped at Aimee Semple McPherson’s Angelus Temple, gathered at annual state picnics in Long Beach to reminisce about back home, and joined the “lonely clubs” that were a feature of Los Angeles and San Francisco until the 1950s. The “folks” were mostly lower-middle-class Anglos, many from the border south, who came here—particularly to Los Angeles—for health and happiness in the sunshine. They found sunshine, at least.

The “folks”—however much they were mocked by later, big-city migrants for their provincialism—defined the everyday culture and politics of California past the mid-20th century in their expectation that the state would remain permanently theirs. They managed one last triumph: the passage in 1978 of the Proposition 13 property tax limitation measure. State demographers now chart the back-migration of the last of the “folks” to former hometowns in Kansas, Missouri, southern Illinois, Tennessee, West Virginia, and Oklahoma—perhaps as many as two million departures since 1991. While they sojourned here, they had made California one of the whitest of states. Their departure has helped to speed California’s transition into one of the most racially and ethnically hybrid.

Howser—Tennessee-born, drawling elongated vowels, bursting with enthusiasms—chose not to leave. He has never, despite playing the part on television, been genuinely one of the “folks.” For one, he’s better off than most of them, thanks to his business skill and a natural parsimony. He’s also fiercely unprejudiced. But the melancholy behind his fierce public niceness, the cheer that was supposed to make up for the regrets of the transplanted, still binds him to the “folks.” And it was in their service that he went everywhere in California and embraced every quirk of local circumstance, all the while delivering warm gusts of wonderment that were only partially synthetic. He showed them the California that they had dreamed of—completely harmless but always interesting. He wanted them to fall in love with their state. If only they had loved California as much as he needed to.

A long line of ballyhoo defined the making of California in the last century, so much so that sometimes California seemed to be nothing more than a sales pitch, only the hurrying spiel of a dealer in snake oil. But we still bought the pitch. We still swallowed the snake oil and, recognizing the amazing power of both, we made plans to repackage what remained of California for the next wave of migrants ready to buy. Our gullibility was matched only by our cynicism.

It would be a mistake, however, to lump Howser with the loud Bible and drum thumpers of that former California, ready to service your hopes while picking your pocket. Howser played one of the “folk” as larger than life and cannily for profit (at least until he stopped, for reasons that are his own for now), but the insinuating glee with which he took on California had more purposes than the standard con. Howser wasn’t just pitching the muchness of California, an abundance anyone should be able to see unaided. He was pitching the almost infinite otherness within the ordinary of California, particularly when California is considered with joy. I don’t know if the joy was a pose, too, like the piety of the minister who continues to preach after his faith is dead. But it’s hard for me not to see the subversion ever present in Howser’s joyous demeanor.

Howser told Los Angeles Times TV critic Robert Lloyd in a 2009 profile that his intent was to encourage viewers to begin personal adventures into the circumstances of their place, as if to turn each neighborhood joint or roadside attraction into the equivalent of the Mississippi River and to set out rafting with Huckleberry and Jim. That, of course, was the sales pitch, backed by so much “gee whiz” that your teeth rattled. The product wasn’t a harmless field trip, however, but an encounter with the differences that reside, intractable, in everyday life—real differences between people, conditions, ethnicities, and cultures that can only be accepted for what they are and mostly with a smile. Finding things beyond the bend in the road equally wonderful and alien—a kind of “aw shucks” cosmopolitanism—may be less of an enlargement of the moral imagination than some might want, but Howser never promised to redeem us in our broken paradise, only to make us more native to it.

In all those years of watching, the “folks” radiated their earnest pleasure back at Howser’s televised presence, happy to go the Beverly Hills dog show with him or the Los Angeles Super Show of lowrider cars or the contested U.S.-Mexican border or anywhere, in fact. They were happy to see him happy.

In numbers, political influence, and market share, newer migrants have eclipsed the “folks” who once made California in their image. Howser—the epitome of a Californian who wasn’t disappointed—may not have been one of the “folks,” with all their limitations. But by playing one on TV, Howser showed all of them how they might have been happier to be Californians.



D. J. Waldie is the author, most recently, of House, in collaboration with Diane Keaton. He is a contributing editor for the Los Angeles Times.
Primary Editor: T.A. Frank. Secondary Editor: Sarah Rothbard.
*Photo by Gregory Rodriguez.
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  • DorothyP

    So, what Waldie is trying to say is that Huell never went Hollywood. He’s home folks. 

  • http://profile.yahoo.com/YHOX24FJWZNHDJQV5G2BHFKXUY Taylor 12 string

    “I don’t know if the joy was a pose, too, like the piety of the minister who continues to preach after his faith is dead. But it’s hard for me not to see the subversion ever present in Howser’s joyous demeanor.”

    The above line appears to be a revelation of the author’s diabolical cynicism. 
    Horrible injection indeed.

    It is not some evil greed that drives Huell; he is genuine.

    On his shows, he deliberately speaks slowly so no viewer misses his information.
    In a room full of intelectuals; he can more than hold his own in both speed and brilliance of speech.

    Four HUGE items the author left out:

    When Huell slaps you on the back, you must take two steps forward to regain your balance.

    Huell LOVES people (and NOT as sources of profit)!

    Huell LOVES history. It is his source of inspiration and his academic background.

    People LOVE Huell. They shower him with affection in person and he stops what he is doing to give them his time and his complete attention. Not just old “folks” love Huell.
    I’ve seen a handfull of cool 20 something kids wearing T shirts with his picture on it. 
    He’s got devoted fansf all ages.

    • mkt42

       I haven’t seen the Huell Howser t-shirts but what a great idea.  Especially for people who lived in the LA area from the late 1980s through now — the sight of a Huell t-shirt instantly tells us that the wearer is from southern California (or is faking it).  Whereas people not from So Cal can only wonder who is this Huell guy?  Unless one has lived or spent significant time there, one can’t fully understand. 

      Seattle erected a bronze statue of J.P. Patches — a completely different type of TV personality but he had a similar hold on the cultural imagination.

      One big difference though, and I wonder if this weakens D.J. Waldie’s thesis:  one pretty much has to have been a regular viewer of PBS to have seen Huell Howser. Did the “folks” that Waldie describes even watch PBS?

      • mkt42

        The sad news of Huell Howser’s passing now makes his sudden retirement make more sense; declining health may have been the cause of both.

        When I moved to Boston in 1979, so did Larry Bird so I always count my history in Boston as starting with the Bird Era.  Similarly I moved to Los Angeles in 1987, which was when Huell Howser started producing those Videolog shorts, so I will always count my history in LA as starting with the Howser Era (even though it took me a couple of years to stumble across Videolog).

        What Huell Howser did was such a simple yet great idea that I’ve long wondered why other PBS stations don’t do the same thing.  I guess the answer is that there was only one Huell Howser.

  • Shelly Schraff

    Our family bonded around Huell Howser’s show California’s Gold and sang the name of it together in Huell’s drawl and enthusiasm. We knew we were in for a treat. I agree w/Taylor 12 string (comment below) that the guy is intelligent. He has brilliant ability to make his subject matter accessible to everyone while never being condescending. Although he has a bigger-than-life personality it never made him too-cool. We respect the guy a lot. 

  • Paul g-k

    I have been watching Huell for years, always enjoying his genuine enthusiasm for California and its citizens whether they be human or animal. I for one always believed his heart was operating from an authentically good spot, his ‘folky’ presentation is a refreshment from the hyper coolness of L A Westside. I’m laughing at that coolness residing all the way to rustic Malibu!

  • http://profile.yahoo.com/WVNM7KOTUT6F5SUUSXME7Y73AA danny

    Huell has done more for the Golden State’s image than any celebrity or politician.  PBS has consistently squeezed modest donations from me every year thanks in large part to Huell.  Now, I may have to divert some of that money to support Chapman’s efforts to archive his work.

    Huell, I’ll see you at the Farmer’s Market one of these days…

  • http://www.facebook.com/rvonbargen Robert Von Bargen

    During my army service in the late 1950′s I became a student of regional dialects.  What struck me was that many Californians, particularly from SoCal had regional, usually Southern or Southwestern accents.  I had earlier decided that Oregonians and Washingtonians spoke the purest, non-inflected American English.
    When I moved to Los Angeles in 1962, I came face to face with many of these transplants and understood better their habits and accents.
    Their prototype was Cal Worthington, who invited to come to his lot, “Where your friends are.”

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1667863069 Kaulana NaPua

    Wonderful piece on a wonderfully complex man. Howser wasn’t just showing “the folks” a state full of people and places different and perhaps off-putting to them. He also, by playing one of the “folks” on television, made that group less frightening to some of the many “others” who likely outnumbered “folks” among the PBS audience. Stereotypes and prejudices go both ways, and Howser’s intelligence and curiosity displayed on television may have helped broaden the views of those who might not in real life have looked beyond their reflexive prejudices towards hulking white guys with Tennessee accents.