Monday, April 12, 2004
Wow.
Man, how times change. I was cruising the local used book store this afternoon, scrounging with a self-imposed limit of one solitary book (this month's budget is tight). First it was going to be Hemingway, then Nathanael West, then Conan Doyle... and then I found a trade paperback of K.W. Jeter's Dr. Adder, "FULLY ILLUSTRATED!" By Matt Howarth, of all people. I'd donate bone marrow for Howarth's least accomplished napkin doodles, so Dr. Adder it was.
The faded price tag on the cover clearly says TARGET. Nineteen years ago, fuckin' Dr. Adder was on sale at Target. My seven-year-old self might have wandered past it in the book aisles. Target. Imagine if Veniss Underground or The Luck of Madonna 13 were on the shelves at Wal-Mart, next to Chicken Soup For the Presbyterian Teenager's Soul, Vol. 6. Cats and dogs, living together. Mass hysteria!
