Friday, September 23rd 2011 - Book 122 - Ah, The Tang Book! After the success of the mini-keg books, I was looking for an opportunity to do another "3-D book." I didn't have much material to pick from out there, but I did have a big empty Tang container that had been, once full, left at the cabin by the same early-quitting caretaker who left the dehydrated cans of survival food. The original plan was to put busted jack hammer hoses on either side, one for binding and the other to lock the pages in place. As it goes, it didn't go that way. This book was a struggle, and I'm not sure whether the metal edge cover and jack hammer hose combo was a flash of genius, or simply the wierdest thing any bookmaker has ever done to make a book in the history of bookmaking. I'll let you be the judge on that one. Here's a shot of it from the side:
Overall, the good news is that it works. That, and I had a lot of fun writing my short "proof of work" narrative, discussing the finer points of the product known as Tang. Ha! What a hoot.
PROP COSTS: $11.80 + (STORYTIME WORKED: 5hrs 46min x OUR EXCHANGE RATE (based on fed minimum wage): $7.25) = $53.61
On October 3rd 2015 I sold The Tang Book to Steve at the Affordable Arts Festival. It was towards the end of the event and I was a little jangled from all the attention I'm not used to, or at least as Bookmaker Jake. In any case, I really liked Steve. He had a way of putting me on edge a little with that curious look of his. I nervously kept telling him, "That's one of my nephews favorite books," when I really wanted to say something more meaningful to the point. I LOVE The Tang Book because it brings to mind many good memories. I sold it to Steve for $35, which is absurd. I would have never sold it for so little if Steve hadn't made me like him so much. I will never forget the conversation he had with his partner about his purchase. The woman who I assume was his wife was seriously advising him to NOT buy The Tang Book. She was laughing when she imagined him reading it in bed. I thought she was joking, but Emily (who is my constant voice of reason) didn't think she was joking at all. In spite of my jangled salesmanship and his wife's advice, Steve WANTED the Tang Book. And that made my day. Dear Steve: "I hope you read the whole book in bed." That was me fishing for feedback with an intense look of curiously. Goodbye Tang Book! It's been swell!