I picked this up recently at a library sale, and one has to go no further than the title page to be thoroughly engulfed by this book's awesomeness:
"InI picked this up recently at a library sale, and one has to go no further than the title page to be thoroughly engulfed by this book's awesomeness:
"Incidents of the Awful Volcanic Eruption, Fire and Lava Disaster; Personal Experiences of Survivors; Pestilence from Decaying Bodies; War Vessels Rescue the Living; Millions of Dollars to Aid the Suffering; President Roosevelt's Request to Congress; Acts of Valor; Great Heroism; Great Vandalism; Great Horror; A Second Pompeii, but Twenty Times Worse; Thousands of Men, Women and Children Destroyed; No Way of Escape, only DEATH! DEATH! EVERYWHERE!"
I don't wish to diminish the pain, suffering and destruction caused by these events*, but c'mon. This reads like Jon Krakauer writing headlines for the New York Post.
While I am usually of the opinion that Jakob Dylan is the best thing that Bob ever produced* (commence outrage in 10, 9, 8...), I'm not quite sure whyWhile I am usually of the opinion that Jakob Dylan is the best thing that Bob ever produced* (commence outrage in 10, 9, 8...), I'm not quite sure why they chose his mug for one of the variant covers. My copy has Jimi Hendrix and his flaming guitar on one side and Patti Smith on the other, and I'm quite happy with that. Regardless of who's on the cover of this collection of covers, it's pretty damned entertaining, especially to readers "of a certain age" (Warning: some may experience flashbacks). Within lies photographic proof that Keith Richards has always looked scary, John Oates probably had the most wicked pornstache in the history of music, and that Michael Jackson was once black (and, presumably, human). On the down side, you have to look at John Lennon's ass. Twice.
*Yeah, I know, great lyricist, yadda yadda yadda; if he hadn't written "All Along the Watchtower" Hendrix wouldn't have been able to release a better version. I actually do like some of his music, but every time I hear that voice a) I can't stop myself from launching into a nasal-heavy bad imitation; and b) I can't help thinking that the man sounds like he's had the flu for 40 years....more
This book was assigned for a college course I took about a thousand years ago. The instructor was obsessed with Jacob Bronowski, so he played many, ifThis book was assigned for a college course I took about a thousand years ago. The instructor was obsessed with Jacob Bronowski, so he played many, if not all of the documentary episodes that went along with the book, probably so he could sit in the corner and hide his boner (c'mon, the course was called "The Ascent of Man" fer chrissakes. It should have been called "The Life and Times of Jacob Bronowski Plus Some Stuff That Might Make You Ungrateful Wankers Appreciate Not Living in Mud Huts." The guy was way too into it. And don't even act like you never had to hide a boner in college). So anyway, I payed very close attention to the movies and left my copy of the book in its plastic wrap and managed to get a better grade than my friends (neener). Years later, when those cheap bastards at Half-Price Books offered me a quarter for my still-in-plastic-$16.95-cover-price copy, I counter-offered a few suggestions as to what they could do with their quarter and went home and finally opened it and read the damned thing. It was alright....more