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McSweeney's #17


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McSweeney's #17
BY KEVIN SAMPSELL | 503 243-2122

[November 23rd, 2005] McSweeney's #17 Edited by Dave Eggers (McSweeney's Books, $24)

How far will the editors and designers of Dave Eggers' literary enterprise McSweeney's go before it becomes inaccessible? Issues have been published as multiple, separate booklets, enclosed in a box (#4), with a CD (#6), with a DVD (#11), with bonus comic books (#13), and with a comb (#16). McSweeney's, with its constant changing of shape, size, price and form, has been a source of aggravation to some booksellers and readers.

The new issue, McSweeney's #17, is the strangest yet. It's designed to look like a bundle of mail. A pile of fake advertisements, scam letters, booklets and ephemera is rubber-banded together and shrink-wrapped; it's even branded with an address and fake postage. If someone takes the plastic off, it mostly resembles a stack of crap. Some stores have even elected not to carry it. Books Inc., a Bay Area chain and longtime McSweeney's supporter, is one of them.

"I love McSweeney's," says head buyer Barry Rossnick. "But this is pretty unsellable. I don't know what to do with it or where to put it, especially with holidays coming out and the stores getting so crowded."














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Even though the answer is simple—you put it on a bookshelf, silly—it doesn't change the fact that people like to flip through the books they're buying, and shrink-wrapped books don't sell as well. While adding a bit of flair to a literary magazine is always welcome to an often stale market—for example, the cover of this summer's issue of Fence featured a topless woman—there's nothing wrong with letting stories stand out on their own, especially if the form comes at the cost of accessibility.

Still, McSweeney's #17 is more than a funky prank. Although the enclosed issue of Yeti Researcher is a joke gone too far, the real payoff is the issue's fiction, published collectively as a fake magazine called Unfamiliar. While the stories included are engaging and often brilliant, it's easy to overlook a literary gem when the whole thing looks like a pile of junk.

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McSweeney's #17Sad, really. The choice to not carry McSweeney's #17 solely based on its appearance and immediate inaccessibility must be frustrating for customers who expect to find it at these...

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