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will love Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. Few books manage to capture the stupidity of certain printed matter the way Boring Postcards does. You'll find yourself wondering why for 176 straight pages. In the end the collection is much more than the sum of its parts and one finds that putting it down is next to impossible. This is a brilliant book. At first it seems as though Parr is taking the piss but more I flick through the postcards of townhalls, shopping centres, motorways etc the more I sense that Parr has great affection for these subjects and time when these carsd were produced. Review depends entirely on why you read it. No words, just postcards. Boring ones. A fascinating snapshot of an age. "Interior of mersey tunnel" is my favourite. no reviews | add a review
Amazon.com (ISBN 0714838950, Hardcover)As the title of this little book suggests, each of the postcards that fill its pages is, in a sense, quite boring. Stale, often dully composed images of corporate headquarters, roadways, bus-station parking lots, convalescent-home dayrooms, hospital cafeterias, and undistinguished motels. But look carefully, and the cards--culled from the collection of artist Martin Parr--are filled with fascinating little details. As a group, they offer readers the interesting opportunity to puzzle over the collective psyche of the people of the 1950s and '60s (the approximate vintage of the images) who were inclined to create, buy, and send these cards. What, one can't help but wonder, could be so scintillating about a room at the Fortes Excelsior Motor Lodge near Pontefract, Yorkshire? The singular force of the orange bedspreads, carpet, drapes, and walls punctuated by the inexplicably white leather upholstered panel attached to the wall unit behind each of the room's beds. The exterior of the Mirfield Modern School, shot at a distance and unimaginatively placed dead in the center of the gray sky and green playing field? The building's Bauhaus-like lines. The tarmac of Luton Airport in London? The pink jumbo jet being towed into the frame from the left. The uniformly shaped trailers parked at the Freshwater Caravan Camp? The handwritten X that presumably marks the sender's location. The Chalets at Llandanwg? Arguably, not much. The few hundred images here, unfettered by any explanatory text, offer a far from dull diversion for any readers interested in mid-century design or the mundane details of daily life. --Jordana Moskowitz(retrieved from Amazon Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:58:12 -0400) The first test round has been closed. Visit the Open Shelves Classification group for details. |
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What is really amazing is how much of that brutalist concrete architecture still exists; there are views of several town centres that I know intimately and still recognise most of the features today. These were the days when flying was a luxury, caravans by the sea were more likely to feature in holiday plans, and if you had to drive there, the new motorways and their service stations were all part of the experience - all are represented here in all their glory! (