The Crap Hound Big Book of Unhappiness

Sean Tejaratchi (Editor)
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Description

Are you unhappy? You're not alone. Unhappiness stalks us all, from that first painful slap in the delivery room to the final sorrow of a graveside service. Rather than attempt to alleviate or rise above life's trauma, the Crap Hound Big Book of Unhappiness instead enthusiastically catalogs popular culture's attempts to illustrate, channel, and finally exploit our anxieties. Editor Sean Tejaratchi arranges this monumental tome with an artful eye, documenting and teasing out the patterns in popular depictions of human suffering. Between a brief introduction and the end credits, The CrapHound Big Book of Unhappiness is pure vintage 20th Century imagery, carefully collected from old catalogs, advertising, obscure books, and found ephemera. Its emotionally painful mixture of social commentary and somewhat overindulgent graphic design is intended for education and reference only.

Product Details

Price
$42.95  $39.51
Publisher
Feral House
Publish Date
November 05, 2019
Pages
544
Dimensions
8.5 X 1.5 X 11.2 inches | 4.85 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9781627310857
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About the Author

Sean Tejaratchi is a graphic designer and writer living in Los Angeles, California. He's designed books, created props for for documentary and film, written for television and radio, and is the creator of the zine Crap Hound.

Reviews

LiarTown-The First Four Years Since 2013, the 47-year-old has posted such meticulous fakes on a Tumblr blog called LiarTownUSA, a blend of satirical takedowns appealing both to fans of the Onion and to graphic design nerds yearning for perfect pastiches of 1950s erotic fiction or 70s knitting magazines. He is at his funniest, though, when he goes beyond the zone of plausibility and sends up today's smug mores. -- The Guardian Tejaratchi's book is dangerous to open if you're in a place where you're not supposed to laugh really hard or there are children. -- New Yorker