August 27, 2009 § Leave a comment
Now reading: A Child Again, by Robert Coover.
I’m going to pick a nit today, because what good is having a blog if you can’t pick a nit now and then?
This is a McSweeney’s book, and as such a good deal of thought has been given to the book’s design: it’s a nice size, with cover art (no jacket, so hot right now, a trend started by McSweeney’s) that hearkens back to mid-century children’s literature. There’s also a pocket on the back cover for a hypertext-y story on oversized playing cards.
So all I’m saying is, they put a lot of thought and effort into this book, as the folks there seem to do with most all of their productions. As a matter of fact, I heard Eli Horowitz, publisher and managing editor for McSweeney’s, speak at a conference this summer, where he said in no uncertain terms that he feels that there has to be a reason to publish something in paper rather than online; that there has to be a reason to make a book of it. The onus is now on the printed book, in other words, to justify its existence: by being beautiful, being cool, being interesting to look at and hold and read.
So what the hell’s up with the paper, here? I am not a bibliographer; I am not a bibliophile of the kind that obsesses over the details of bookmaking materials (and yes, they are out there); I am not even all that picky, really, most of the time, when it comes to this sort of thing. I read crappy paperbacks and books bound in library buckram all the time. But the paper on which this book is printed is way too white. Blindingly bright. And there’s something about the feel of it, combined with the font (which seems to be the standard McS font, which I should know but do not — someone help me out here), which makes reading this book feel like reading a very nicely bound bundle of computer printouts.
Maybe it was just a mistake. I don’t know. Or maybe costs have to be cut somewhere when you’re paying for nice cover design and a pocket so Coover can have his crazy card-story. Or — I wouldn’t put it by them — maybe McSweeney’s decided to include a wider variety of paper brightnesses and colors in their never-ending quest to invigorate American letters. Whatever the case, it’s amazing how glaringly obvious an inappropriate book paper is. A good paper, easy on the eyes, is one of those things you take for granted until it’s not there anymore.