Le Corbusier's Villa Savoye and and ARM's institute of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Studies (Villa Savoye in black, get it?)
Text printed on roughly 100gsm ivory matt tone paper, matt card (200gsm?) cover with gorgeous binding comment on the back by legendary artist Olafur Eliasonģ. cover by gra圓18 (who also designed Foer's two previous novels)Ģ. There's a few material aspects of Foer's latest book that I love:ġ. Do you understand the sadness of comic genius!" ".the crowd laughs at the misery which does not know what it is and why it is. 6) I love this publisher, but this is a failed vanity project. 4) Reading this provides no real aesthetic pleasure. Foer manipulates the text in odd ways, cutting out single lowercase I’s within words-in the text itself the I’s would be inside words beside other letters. 3) The content, the “prose-poem” falls flat. Turning each page causes so much hassle, following the words becomes second to the novelty of turning and ogling the die cuts. 2) The act of reading distracts from the content. If read page-by-page, each page has to hang open so the text can be followed. The book has to be held open with two hands, the pages fingertipped lightly to prevent ripping.
The bedroom butler, known as the “principality of the penis” will direct your organ into the Princess so her caverns don’t shatter, needing a replacement vagina to be installed from alpaca.Īlright, let’s dispense with Diana. Otherwise the food won’t go down for hours! Later on, in the bedroom, Diana sheds her dress by twitching her left shoulder. You know she needs to concentrate on eating.
The butler scolds you for making conversation. The ambassador of Ghana gave it to me.” Tumbleweeds. Anything over 3cm gets stuck in her throat and she needs to be drip-fed champagne to help it go down. Her hands are too dainty to lift a fork, so her butler helps cut up her swan burger into little cubes. “Oh those poor poor people,” she says sometimes, so the driver can hear. Her repertoire of chat is restricted to the corgis’ diet and various pheasants her husband shot the week before, with occasional forays into politics brushed away. You fear too much pressure on her fingers might splinter the bones below, so you tweezer-grip her pinkie, place a gentle thumbnail on her waist to help her inside. She would present herself at your door in a bone-hugging black dress, holding out a dainty hand as you guide her into the limo. but ultimately hollow and deeply uninteresting. A dainty little princess, frangible, kind-hearted, captivating. This book is the Princess Diana of precious literature.
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