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Coffee Table Books
By Claiborne Smith
DECEMBER 21, 1998:
Since objectivity is pointless, really pointless, when it comes to coffee table books,
why not throw it out the window with a hearty heave-ho? When I think about coffee
table books, I think about a remark philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein made in a notebook
in 1937: "The horrors of hell can be experienced within a single day; that's
plenty of time." Wittgenstein probably wasn't thinking of coffee table books
when he wrote that, but who knows ñ he may have been. Maybe the day he wrote
that line he was forced to sit down with something like The Book of Twins: A Celebration
in Words and Pictures, in which the following sentence does actually appear:
"There was just no stopping the speedy Gassman twins." He probably tired
of those droning, blatantly informational passages so endemic to coffee table books,
exemplified in spades in Sara Rath's The Complete Cow: An Udderly Entertaining
History of Dairy & Beef Cows of the World ("Today, the cattle found
in Uganda, Rwanda, and Burundi are particularly notable, and possess different names").
Even though most coffee table books end up on coffee tables and stay there, rarely
bothered by human hands, they are deeply felt purchases because of their often inhibiting
price. And they are deeply felt purchases because of their visual splendor ñ
the best coffee table books offer whole, enticing worlds to discover that the buyer
may know only something or even next to nothing about. Worlds that can be revisited
over and over again. Usually, it's a sad fate for even those coffee table books,
though; they offer such a rich escape and they end up displayed like inert trophies.
The coffee table book geniuses at Chronicle Books may have had that paradox in mind
when designing Bordertown ($29.95 hard), because it's hard to put down,
isn't outrageously priced, and is one of this year's most striking and startling
coffee table books. Bordertown is the joint production of
Barry Gifford, who penned Wild at Heart and Perdita Durango, and David
Perry, whose previous photographic book, Hot Rod, is "a photographic
tableau of the chop shop underworld." It sounds like he may have some affinities
with the subject matter in Bordertown, then, because Bordertown is an intense,
often gruesome display of life in U.S.-Mexico border towns. "All of these putas
are carefully made up," Gifford writes next to an image of young prostitutes,
"most overly so ñ as such they look like typical American high school girls
in certain big cities and suburbs today, where the style is to be painted up like
a Mexican whore. The women must make their tricks wear condoms, but for a couple
of bucks extra nobody in charge will know the difference until they show up HIV positive."
The authors refuse to treat border towns in that distant, documentary fashion that
many coffee table books authors aim for; Bordertown is a kind of montage-meditation,
with newspaper clippings about murders and missing people and INS detainees strewn
here and there to create a collage of violence and the dreadful mystique of border
towns.
The Journey Is the Destination: The Journals of Dan Eldon ($27.50 hard)
is another atypical coffee table book, also a montage of sorts. Unlike Bordertown,
this book's violence is subtle because the real violence connected to its author
isn't represented by him; it happened to him. Dan Eldon was a Reuters photographer
stoned to death in 1993 by a mob in Somalia reacting to a United Nations bombing
raid on the suspected headquarters of General Mohammed Farah Aidid. Eldon's mother,
Kathy Eldon, opens The Journey by relating those facts; she laments Eldon's
early death at the age of 22, by which time "he had already achieved prominence
for his work as a war photographer. But his photographs told only half the story.
The other half lay hidden away in seventeen black-bound journals filled with collages,
writings, drawings, and photographs." I'm afraid I wouldn't recognize a Reuters
war photograph by Dan Eldon if it hit me in the face, but his other artistic life
exhibited in The Journey is thoroughly intriguing and worth returning to over
and over. His friends and the trips he took feature prominently, but ruling all that
is a kind of random, stuck-together feel to the book that indicates Eldon's wild
imagination and determination to pursue whatever appealed to him. There are no organizing
aesthetic principles in The Journey ñ the book's creators seem to have
let out a robust Hallelujah! in recognition of that fact.
Art: A World History (DK Publishing, $59.95 hard) is very well-organized
and comprehensive, with brief, snapshot-like forays into all the major periods and
movements, but it's too much, too fast. The chapter on Byzantine art, for example,
has one summary article that weaves throughout sidebars on topics like "Armenian
Architecture," "Coptic Art," and "Anonymous Master: 'Jesus of
Nazareth as Christus Imperator.'" Here's a holiday game idea: Take Art: A
World History, gather round friends and family, open this tome to any particular
page, and point to an artwork ñ whoever names its correct title first wins.
Doesn't that sound like fun? This game can be played in teams or individually.
Two art books more likely to be used, however, are Maya (Rizzoli, $85
hard), and Art and Architecture of Spain (Bulfinch, $125 hard),
books that limit themselves, majestically, to specific cultures. The articles that
accompany the beautifully printed art in Art and Architecture of Spain are
academic but accessible; at just under 600 pages, it covers, its creators say, 30,000
years of artistic work "in the fields of painting, sculpture, architecture,
and applied arts, focusing on masterworks and the major artistic personalities of
each period." It's the kind of art book that is the master text on the subject
matter. Maya also formidably conquers its subject matter, and is just as finely
formatted as The Art and Architecture of Spain. If only because of the subject
matter, it's a more raw, otherworldly, and visceral book ñ one caption states,
"effigy vessel representing a turtle with human face emerging from its mouth
and seated human figure on its head, Mayapan, Yucatan, Late Postclassic period,"
and that's not that unusual for Maya.
The Art of Joan Brown
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Joan Brown's art (The Art of Joan Brown by Karen Tsujimoto and Jacquelyn
Bass, University of California Press, $34.95 paper; $60 hard) also has that frenetic,
vivid quality. Tsujimoto opens the first article in the book about Brown by relating
the facts of her death: "In 1990, while Joan Brown was in India to install a
sculpture, a turret in a construction site fell on the artist, killing her instantly.
Her sudden and unexpected death was a shock to the art world." Tsujimoto's article
is titled "Painting as a Visual Diary: The Art of Joan Brown," and it's
easy to see why Tsujimoto stresses the artist's work as visual diary. Among the most
incisive of Brown's paintings is a series she created about swimming. Brown decided
in 1975 to participate in the annual women's Alcatraz Swim, "a highly physical
and unexpectedly terrifying experience that found expression in a number of her subsequent
paintings," according to Tsujimoto. "Twenty-three women participated in
the swim and fourteen of them successfully made it ashore, but Brown was not among
them. All encountered what experienced bay swimmers refer to as 'freaky' water ñ
where unanticipated back-eddies and swirling currents totally confuse and hinder
the swimmer's course." Brown lost her swimming partners and experienced hallucinations
and eventually was pulled out of the water "as stiff as a board." But in
After the Alcatraz Swim, there Joan Brown sits in her painting as serene as
a Fifties TV housewife, waiting by the telephone with a painting behind her that
subtly but expressively depicts her rescue. (University of California Press has also
just printed the second edition of Gail Levin'sHopper's Places [$19.95
paper], a fascinating photographic and artistic comparison of the actual sites
Hopper painted and what they've become in his paintings.)
From Street Posters & Ballads:
A Selection of Poems, Songs & Graphics
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It's a bit embarrassing to say that Street Posters & Ballads: A Selection
of Poems, Songs & Graphics by Eric Drooker (Seven Stories Press, $18 paper)
is a testament to fighting the good fight, because his art is more hard-edged than
that feel-good statement implies. In an afterward to the book, Allen Ginsberg relates
his history with Drooker, who illustrated Ginsberg's poem "The Lion for Real":
"I first glimpsed Eric Drooker's odd name on posters pasted on fire-alarm sides,
construction walls checkered with advertisements, & lamppost junction boxes in
the vortex or Lower East Side Avenues leading to Tompkins Square Park, where radical
social dislocation mixed homeless plastic tents with Wigstock transvestite dress-up
anniversaries." That's the origin of Drooker's block print art, which depicts
police brutality and racial injustice, but not without heart. One non-political story,
"The Fall," tells the tale of Douglas Winchester, "legendary throughout
Brooklyn for his irreverent attitude & wild behavior," who takes his bulldog
Mugsy everywhere with him, even after Mugsy falls through a crack in the Brooklyn
Bridge and dies. Winchester somehow retrieves Mugsy and takes him to a party that
night "tearfully lamenting" Mugsy's death but all the while "using
the dog's body as a theatrical prop." At the end of "The Fall" Winchester
himself dies due to falling out a window. The horrors of hell indeed.
There are many revealing and charming images in the Buffalo Bill's Wild West:
An American Legend by R.L. Wilson with Greg Martin (Random House, $60 hard),
but by far the most entertaining is a poster made for one of Buffalo Bill's appearances
in France in the early 20th century. Buffalo race through the plains while in the
middle of the poster is Buffalo Bill with the words "Col W.F. Cody" in
small print below his head. But in large print below Buffalo Bill's image are the
words "Je Viens" ñ "I am coming" ñ all the words that
were needed to announce the arrival of Buffalo Bill. The entire Buffalo Bill posse
is present in this exhaustive book, but particularly engaging is the inclusion of
Annie Oakley and the story of Oakley versus William Randolph Hearst. In Hearst's
Chicago Examiner and Chicago American in August 1903, stories were
printed "that claimed that Oakley had become a cocaine addict and destitute
and was serving a jail term for theft!" Apologies and retractions were printed
since the stories were based on an Oakley imposter, but Oakley, it seems, never forgave
the media beasts: "That terrible piece ... nearly killed me. ... The only thing
that kept me alive was the desire to purge my character."
I imagine The Simon & Schuster Encyclopedia of Animals: A Visual Who's
Who of the World's Creatures ($50 hard) is intended for children or anyone
who desires comprehensive knowledge of all the world's creatures. A chapter on bats
is titled "Funnel-eared, Smoky, Disc-Winged, Sucker-footed and Short-tailed
Bats." Each bat, and every animal in this book, is drawn in colored pencil with
facts galore about each of them. The short-tailed bat, for example, "has a thick
mustache fringing its small mouth. Each bristle of the mustache has a spoon-shaped
tip." That's just the kind of detail that makes children cringe with delight;
it's the kind of detail only adults could pretend to really care about. Chronicle
Books' Borneo Rain Forest by Mattias Klum ($24.95 paper) is refreshingly
unclear about animals, unclear in the sense that Klum tends to focus on only part
of a snake or a glimpse of an orangutan. That technique perfectly reveals the nature
of the Borneo rain forest, where things are rarely what they seem, just like they
are in the best coffee table books.
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