Friday, July 13, 2007
MORE STRANGE BOOKS
Here's some more pictures of clutter, cluttering up my hard drive, from the most random bookshelves on the planet.
This is the greatest book I've never read. It has it all: cults, people in cat masks, pseudo-Egyptian imagery, initiation rights, a worried guy with a muzzle, and a trite, cryptic title. In my mind, reading this would probably just spoil it. So I won't.
"Chapter 12: What To Do When Your Rottweiler Bites Your Nose Off."
Seriously, was every other part of the devil taken? Even the hackiest-hack could come up with a better title. How about Satan's Pinky or Lucifer's Uvula? I mean elbow doesn't exactly strike fear in anyone's heart, no matter who it belongs to. What does he do, run around jabbing people in the gut? And the Olympic rings on the cover don't help. Then again, Devil's Elbow sounds like an vast improvement over his previous work, This is Adam, etc.
What's more hilarious than dead bodies and coffins and embalming fluid and graves and crematoriums? Just about everything. Know what's missing from this title? An exclamation mark.
I've seen some hilarious high school and college yearbooks. I love this one and Rob Reiner's LSD sunburn. This is from a medical college, so you can just imagine what the students were smoking and ingesting in 1971.
Yearbooks are great for names (my favorite: Rhomance Mayman) and hairdos. See the gag picture, yet?
Oh, Helga Vyhmeister (there's a mouthful) either you're a world class wit, you had killer acne that day, or you were related to Cousin Itt.
Well, I gotta go. Fonzie just dropped in. Again. Uninvited. Wanting to party. Snapping his fingers. It was cool in the 70s, you know the Happy Days. But now it's just so freakin' Potsie-like.