Word: nonbook
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Free," the author of this disjointed but somehow engaging nonbook, is in reality Abbie Hoffman, 32, the wire-haired co-founder of the yippie movement. A self-described "nice Jewish boy from The Bronx" who attended Brandeis and Berkeley, then worked in Mississippi for S.N.C.C. before dropping into hippiedom, Hoffman has now produced a slender, acid-infused account of the rise of the nonviolent yippies. The book trips along almost gaily on currents of aphorism and imagination. Between its often outrageous put-ons and put-downs lies much that is of significance to American youth-and those adults who would...
This production is not a nonbook or even a sex book. It belongs to the growing category of ugh-books...
Miss Hackett's accounting emphasizes that there is a Gutenberg Fallacy lurking in bookdom's galaxy. To begin with, something that looks like a book and is sold in a bookstore is not necessarily a book. It could be a nonbook, or as Miss Hackett would say, a "nonreading" book. A lifelong career woman in the book business, she thus distinguishes between reading books and nonreading books much as an alcoholic or a barman would describe bourbon and branch water as a drink and Metrecal as a non-drink-liquid food, perhaps. In any event, the nonreading category...
...information and not fiction that is at the center of today's publishing. Books are often commissioned like magazine articles. The nonbook flourishes more than ever, sometimes recognizable by its title: Murray The K Tells It Like It Is, Baby; How to Make Yourself Miserable; The Red Chinese Air Force Exercise and Diet Book (a spoof). Human Sexual Response, a technical laboratory discussion, was never meant for the general reader, but it has been on the bestseller lists for 31 weeks on the strength of its title and clinical content. Typically, it has spawned two illegitimate children, What...
...make The Soft Machine even less coherent than his grotesque Naked Lunch, William Burroughs scissored up his manuscript and pasted it back together higgledy-piggledy before turning it in to his publishers. Result: a hallucinatory little nonbook of babble whose most distinguishing feature is a preoccupation with sodomy and the dubious joys thereof. Burroughs apologists insist that there are plot and Profound Meaning imbedded in the book, but only a cultist will find them...