Dispatches from the farm: woe betide you who have noses and such. They don’t call it giant ragweed for nothing.

Untitled Wednesday Library Series, Part 113

This week, an exercise in concision: A Wallow of Pigs. Attribution on this one is a mess; I’ll include an image of the back matter after the cover shots.

The How

This set me back a whole dollar at a Friends of the [Local] Library sale, which is almost, but not quite, a massive ripoff.

The Text

An AMAZING and DIVERTING collection of PIGS to AMUSE and DELIGHT, or so says the cover. Is that so?

Paintings, poems, and prose about them, collected from non-copyright-infringing literary nooks, crannies, and also Animal Farm because whatever, man? Uninspired; trite; unclear who for; possessed of a brackish kind of charm.

The Object

Quite bad, in fact! The endpapers especially so — the back sheet is being nibbled on by dusty mold and the front one stains just from handling. Two stitched gathers and pulpy covers are the bare minimum to entice purchase as a gift-shaped-object. Indeed, a previous owner (probably there’s only been one) Sharpie’d over the price on the back. Smooth.

Typesetting’s fine and the images are the best part of it. Probably this matches a series of animal-themed things and the stylings were designed for the lot. It adds to it.

The Why, Though?

After I clean it up a bit, this is headed back to [non-local] as a little gift for the friend whose farm I used to help on. Bonus secondhand video of Mack, Scallop, and young squire Tony below. I hear they’re well.