I wound up in possession of this book by chance, and as I 'read' it (there aren't any words, just illustrations) I found myself somewhere between bewildered and amused.
This book is just page after wordless page of black and white drawings, with the only splash of color coming form the yellow the yolks of the eggs that make an appearance on every page in all kinds of bizarre scenarios and settings - except being served as any kind of meal. It's frankly just so weird in its own confident way, and it's why I've continued to hold onto the copy I found in a used bookstore years and years ago.
This is a picture book for adults. It is supposed to be funny, but it is really just more thought-provoking. The author puts eggs in all sorts of places, like TV screens, in dinners, and in baby carriages.
This is a very special book. No one would ever go looking for it, but if you’re lucky enough for it to come into your possession, it may change the way you look at eggs forever. Asking someone which is their favorite egg drawing is also an illuminating personality test.
If your thesis was, 'this book came out in some other time than the seventies,' I swear to god I would punch you in the face. It is the seventies-est thing I have ever seen! Basically, it is a bunch of sketches that look like Shel Silverstein drew them, except they all have eggs the size of dogs in them. The eggs vary in anthropomorphism, but they all have bright yellow yolks. SOMEbody took a bunch of acid in 1969 and then made this book five years later.
I'm pretty sure Aesop Rock just bought a bunch of CDs from the book store, but Isla doesn't believe me.
Very amusing if slightly one note. I enjoyed identifying some of the things here - Diogenes with the egg lantern especially. I liked the egg comets, and the egg Mt. Rushmore was amusing.