Photo Courtesy James Lileks.
I completed this masterpiece of masochism last night, and it was a reading EVENT. I should have known better, as much as I laugh at lileks.com in my home, but I went ahead and read this book at work. I work the graveyard shift at a residential juvenile psych facility, so all the kids were asleep, which affords me the luxury of reading, but also requires the inconvenience of being fairly quiet.
None too easy a task when I found myself laughing harder that I have in ten years. While the photos within prompted my immune system to attempt to genetically knit itself a second set of eyelids to avoid the horror, James Lileks' commentary made the experience a euphoric buffet much like what the Mystery Science Theatre 3000 crew did for bad movies.
I was born in 1971, and this book ripped repressed images from my subconscious that should have remained locked away, but as painful as it was, it was a valuable experience should I ever find myself in a thrift shop looking for that "unique" item for the den.
I whole-heartedly recommend this book! I can't wait until my next payday and authorization from my wife/financial advisor to once again order online, so I can put in my order for his last book "The Gallery of Regrettable Food."
Thank you, James Lileks!