McSweeney's Recommends: Recommending Things
It’s not that often that I use this blog to make an impassioned plea (well, okay, it’s about once a week. But if you knew me in real life, you’d know that this is about as “not that often” as I get when it comes to impassioned plea-making).
But I must implore you, if you are inclined to buying things over the interweb, to get over to McSweeney’s sharpish and buy up all their stock.
McSweeney's, as anyone who has the misfortune to have their email address in my address book knows, is not only a profound source of ongoing internet time-wasting, but it is chock full of satirical humour in a way that satisfies so many needs.
McSweeney’s, as well as running The Believer and Wholpin, seems to be the new nesting place of 90s uber-scribbler, Nick Hornby. I should know, I bought his book there.
McSweeney’s was founded on the understanding that there were a literal trailer-load* of fantastic emerging artists, writers and designers without access to the closed world of magazine publishing. Although it gave these artists a voice, it is now an amazing source of art and satire from a diverse range of writers, designers and musicians from David Byrne to Michael Chabon.
Regular readers of this blog and the blog of Ms Fits will be familiar with McSweeney’s Lists, where Ms Hardy has been spectacularly successful (they named a book after her list!). Mine languish here, because strangely enough I am the main person who finds them amusing.
But they have many other sections, the likes of which can while away a boring evening (or workday, if you’re that way inclined).
Anyhow, the point I’m trying to make is that McSweeney’s has found itself in, through the bankruptcy of its distributor, in a bit of financial trouble. And while reading endless “Lists”, "Short Imagined Monologues” and the ever-amusing “Letters from an Earth Ball” keeps us amused, it doesn’t make them any money whatsoever, or at least, none from me.
So if you’ve ever thought that the awesome McSweeney’s goodness in their store tickles your fancy, now is the time to buy (particularly for we capitalist pig-dogs who like to keep an eye on the exchange rate).
I have this week bought the hilarious “Baby Be Of Use” 4-book set** and “The Future Dictionary of America”. And now I get to wait with childlike glee for the postman until they arrive. Oh, it is so exciting.
Meanwhile, what are you still doing here? Get over there now, dammit!
Do it for me, kids. I'm too lazy to find anything new.
* I don’t know if they tested this by putting them in a trailer, but it seems feasible.
** Guess what all the parents I know are getting for Christmas this year?
But I must implore you, if you are inclined to buying things over the interweb, to get over to McSweeney’s sharpish and buy up all their stock.
McSweeney's, as anyone who has the misfortune to have their email address in my address book knows, is not only a profound source of ongoing internet time-wasting, but it is chock full of satirical humour in a way that satisfies so many needs.
McSweeney’s, as well as running The Believer and Wholpin, seems to be the new nesting place of 90s uber-scribbler, Nick Hornby. I should know, I bought his book there.
McSweeney’s was founded on the understanding that there were a literal trailer-load* of fantastic emerging artists, writers and designers without access to the closed world of magazine publishing. Although it gave these artists a voice, it is now an amazing source of art and satire from a diverse range of writers, designers and musicians from David Byrne to Michael Chabon.
Regular readers of this blog and the blog of Ms Fits will be familiar with McSweeney’s Lists, where Ms Hardy has been spectacularly successful (they named a book after her list!). Mine languish here, because strangely enough I am the main person who finds them amusing.
But they have many other sections, the likes of which can while away a boring evening (or workday, if you’re that way inclined).
Anyhow, the point I’m trying to make is that McSweeney’s has found itself in, through the bankruptcy of its distributor, in a bit of financial trouble. And while reading endless “Lists”, "Short Imagined Monologues” and the ever-amusing “Letters from an Earth Ball” keeps us amused, it doesn’t make them any money whatsoever, or at least, none from me.
So if you’ve ever thought that the awesome McSweeney’s goodness in their store tickles your fancy, now is the time to buy (particularly for we capitalist pig-dogs who like to keep an eye on the exchange rate).
I have this week bought the hilarious “Baby Be Of Use” 4-book set** and “The Future Dictionary of America”. And now I get to wait with childlike glee for the postman until they arrive. Oh, it is so exciting.
Meanwhile, what are you still doing here? Get over there now, dammit!
Do it for me, kids. I'm too lazy to find anything new.
* I don’t know if they tested this by putting them in a trailer, but it seems feasible.
** Guess what all the parents I know are getting for Christmas this year?
posted by gigglewick at
5:42 pm
5 Comments:
Oh heavens above! I haven't been to McSweeney's for yonks and now here you have me addicted again! I've spent the past hour reading various monologues and doing some random window (at this stage) shopping and drooling upon my keyboard.
Augh! What have you done!!!1!!
:O
Eleanor,
Am. So. Very. Addicted.
It's probably the kind of thing they'll invent group therapy sessions tailored to at some point.
I'd tried to bid on one of their items (a drawing) but they dont post to Australia :-(
But it eventually went for more than I was prepared to pay anyway. :-)
Chai,
Bastards!
GW
Also, FYI all
Possibly my favourite list of all time is
'Ways One Could, in Theory, Fight the Seether' by Stephen Walsh.
It is a classic.
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