I was looking through some photos from the last few years the other night. Mostly family trips here and there. Hilarious photos of the boys and swoon-triggering photos of Karen. And some photos of miscellaneous farmyard foul.
This is a weird one. I've been picking this up in our local charity book shop, then putting it down for weeks. It's that modernist cover. It feels like it's designed by someone interesting, but there's no credit. And then there's the oh so strange content. Kind of Shrigley-esque. Only it's all by Canadian Eskimos. Which makes it not as funny perhaps but equally peculiar and compelling.
A friendly Canadian has rightly pointed out that the artists are actually, of course, Inuits, not Eskimos. My feable excuse for the error is that I worked with information that was 43 years old. Apologies to all the Inuits out there. Keep up the good work!
English/Slovene dictionary anyone? No? Or rather: Nobe? Or is it ne? Or zavrnitev? Of course, the truth is even with a notable Eastern European contingency in our neighbourhood, I doubt this'll come in that handy. But checkout that Helvetica, with those thin vertical rules. And that odd pale blue strip. Weird. Even though the internal pages are totally unremarkable the cover feels very considered.
Who knows what particularly nasty rash is combatted by this ointment but there's something modernistically compelling and quite beautiful about the positioning of that red band. Notice too that the rule on which the lion is strolling is positioned exactly vertically central; suggesting either a designer with a precise mind or a happy accident. If you've got a nasty rash and a tube of Fucidin, to apply twice daily, perhaps you could check your box to see if Leo is similarly positioned. Please let me know. Thanks (and I hope it clears up soon).
Let's face it, the Foreign Language section of any charity bookshop is not going to be the most popular section. But it's always worth a look; you just never know.
It looks like it's straight out of Corporate Diversity but is really straight out of my Dad's big box of drugs. Forgot to check actually, it probably is in the book.
It's about the size of a cigarette packet or one of those Collins Gem Dictionaries, only older. And when you pick it up, it's kind of chunky but feels too small. But it's cloth bound and because it's so small the impression made by the text in the cloth seems exaggerated because of the book's scale.
I can feel a new series coming on. You see really, there's nothing special about this book; it's just a Reader's Digest Condensed Book. There's probably hundreds, maybe even thousands of them out there. This is so un-special that it wasn't even priced and was tucked behind a row of books in my local charity book shop. It was being used to pack out the book shelf. That's how non-special it is.