Submitter: This book was recently weeded from the adult non-fiction section of a public library. The inept drawings alone make it awful enough for inclusion (there isn’t a single photo), but the real hilarity is in the stories the author concocted around these fictional Londoners. Tim, for example, is feeling rather dejected as he shows us what the fashionable unemployed man was wearing circa 1975, while Nicola offers evidence that miniskirts in 1965 actually ended just above the knee. Her boyfriend, Robert, (whose hair is “quite long”) models the frills, florals, and bright, startling colors of the “peacock revolution” with his, um…plain white suit and plain white shirt. But his tie is patterned. That’s startling, right?
My favorite, though, has to be the nameless 1976 punk on p. 51. The author has lavished special care on this illustration, showing the same angry young tough (I think) in three different poses: waiting for a bus, thinking really hard, and pretending to milk a cow. Check his “outrageous” buttoned business shirt with the top button undone! The “menacing” cardigan tied around his waist! And the “threatening-looking form” of his hair, which is dyed a “weird” black and is approximately the exact shape of his head!
I’m strongly tempted to make copies of these and put them out as coloring pages.
Holly: Now that’s a great use for this book!
Yes, I have Brady Bunch issues. I just can’t help myself. In this episode, Mike is elected president of the PTA. Note the front cover calls it PTA prexy. (What is a “prexy”? Is it this? or this? ) All sorts of shenanigans happen to our intrepid family as Mike assumes the new role of community leader. The PTA is not just for the ladies, men need to participate too!
“Once upon a time there were three little girls who went to the police academy…”
Time for some more Friday Fiction Fun! Holly and I keep finding some of these things that are simply to awesome to ignore! Yes, kids we are going to travel back to my TV era and enjoy some Charlie’s Angels. NOT that movie stuff with that youngster, Drew Barrymore, but the original ladies: Kate Jackson, Jacklyn Smith and Farrah Fawcett. Even more awesome is that Farrah is on the cover this title. (Those in the know, remember that Farrah left early in the series to be replaced by Cheryl Ladd and a string of others) There isn’t a man alive, in my age group, that doesn’t remember THE poster of Farrah in the red bathing suit.
Of course this book would have been snapped up by both adults and teens in the 1970s and although I am sure my high school librarian or my mother would have labeled it junk. It is still pretty cool. Sadly, this copy is a bit shop worn and smells like 1977, but I am sure it was well loved many years ago.
Stay groovy everyone,