Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Humor in the way we used to live

I was a child in the 1970's and from what I remember, it was not a particularly attractive decade. Who could forget 100% polyester clothing, avocado green kitchen appliances and the Ford Pinto? My mother and grandmother were very much into sewing and crocheting and I grew up wearing some interesting concoctions which were quite tame when compared to what I found in a book called The Museum of Kitschy Stitches by Stitchy McYarnpants. The author has collected old pattern books and leaflets for crochet and knitting from the 1970's and early 1980's. Having seen this, I am thankful that no one ever crocheted a pants suit for me. The book is full of models wearing the finished products with some witty commentary.


Interior design in the 1970's is the subject of James Lileks's Interior Desecrations: Hideous Homes from the Horrible 70's. Did anyone else live in a house with shag carpeting? My shag carpeting had nothing on the high-pile monstrosities in some of these homes. One photo shows someone's prized living room with all white furniture, a huge coffee table with three giant ashtrays that looked like dog food dishes. Lileks has tackled other cultural phenomena from our collective past including Gastroanomalies: Questionable Culinary Creations from the Golden Age of American Cookery. There is picture after picture of strange chunks suspended in a gelatinous loaf of some sort. In Mommy Knows Worst: Highlights from the Golden Age of Bad Parenting Advice, Lileks reveals America's obsession with the regularity of its children and the many products on the market to make it happen. Also, I am amazed that any of us are still alive considering one particular product advertised as an infant bed for those long car trips which was basically a cloth-covered cardboard box that you would place, unsecured, in the back seat.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll Cannibals

I was reading this amazing book: The Sex Lives of Cannibals by J. Maarten Troost - and though I picked this book up solely because of its title, the content (which admittedly deals little with sex or cannibals) delivers the goods.

Self-described uber-slacker Maarten decides to follow do-gooder girlfriend Sylvia to the remote South Pacific island of Tarawa, where the tiny atoll's natural beauty has been eroded by mountains of dirty Pamper's diapers sent by well-intentioned (?) capitalist countries.

Troost and Sylvia soon learn to savor the simple pleasures of life on a remote oceanic flyspeck: completing the crossword puzzle in a month-old newspaper, discussing which way to prepare the only island food: fish, and attempting to secure a steady source of cheap beer (the chapter entitled "The Great Beer Crisis" should be required freshman reading).

Initially, I was confused by the title, but after reading Troost's follow-up, Getting Stoned With Savages, I realized that these two books probably started as one, but, wait! - there's more money to be made by splitting them up into two separate titles.

Many books are blurbed with the phrase "laugh out loud funny." Despite his claims of slackerdom, Troost obviously paid attention in school, especially during writing class; his writing is smart and incisive.