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A hilarious debut novel that could only be described as a portrait of the designer as a young man. 'Show me something I've never seen before and will never be able to forget - if you can do that, you can do anything.' It's 1957, long before computers have replaced the trained eye and skilful hand. Our narrator at State University is determined to major in Art, and after several risible false starts, he accidentally ends up in a new class: 'Introduction to Graphic Design'. His teacher is the enigmatic Winter Sorbeck, equal parts genius, seducer and sadist. Sorbeck is a bitter yet fascinating man whose assignments hurl his charges through a gauntlet of humiliation and heartache, shame and triumph, ego-bashing and enlightenment. Along the way, friendships are made and undone, jealousies simmer, and the sexual tango weaves and dips. By the end of their 'Introduction to Graphic Design', Sorbeck's students will never see the world in the same way again. And, with Chip Kidd's insights into the secrets of graphic design, neither will you.… (more)
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The third day. You're under the rainbow and the spotlight of the Divine Tragic Absurd shines its black light everywhere and helps you grow like a mushroom. You sharpen a pencil and it's just the saddest thing since the Creation. You verge on weeping--in silent isolation--for five minutes. Then the point snaps against your work top and it puts you into fits of hysteria. Wipe your eyes and proceed. You foolishly take a break and emerge to street level. Mars. Make it to the Caf, to refuel, and you're seeing it for the first time because you realize everyone acts as if they have no idea you've been awake for over seventy-two hours, but they've known all along and can barely contain their horror and admiration. You are fortified and ashamed. You have three helpings of mashed potatoes (so easy to chew!) and a half a glass of Coke. You take an apple and a banana for later, leave them on your tray, and toss them into the garbage as you leave.
When you realize this, halfway back to the VA building, you find the nearest curb and sit. Eyes moist. Innocent fruit--they deserved better.
So alone.
By the end, everybody has gone insane from the art and the stress and natural inclination to madness. If you like books like that, then you will like [The Cheese Monkeys] (I did, a lot). My only criticism is that even though the book is set in the late 1950s, the dialogue and characters seem more modern. The only reason I can think for setting it in the 50s is that a couple of scenes involve registering for classes by getting in long lines and signing up on pieces of paper; also, the students have to hitchhike for a class assignment at one point, which would be impossible now. Kidd probably should have set the book in the 1980s or early 1990s (did people hitchhike then? I'm so young.)
The story tracks a fictional version of Kidd as he makes his way
Kidd threw in lots of his personal design philosophy in the book. So it's a great read if you're interested in what makes one of the greatest cover designers tick.
Kidd is as close to a celebrity as book designers get. He even got to play himself on a soap opera back in 2005.
Plus, I read someone has bought the options to make this into a movie sometime down the road.
I think anyone who has thought about books and their design will enjoy this book. If for no other reason, than to be introduced to Chip Kidd, as a professional.
Complete with plot twists, dynamic characters, and a subtle comment on the social/artistic climate of the late 1950s' high brow versus middle brow versus low brow cultural debate. Oh, and some homoeroticism, too. All you need in a modern day novel.
Good is dead.
Chip Kidd is a designer
A fish-out-of-water protagonist who doesn't quite know what to make of the other students who are more creative/intense/interesting than the folks back home.
An attraction to a girl or boy who appears
A scene wherein above mentioned boy or girl trashes the work of a canonical artist such as Picasso.
A benevolently incompetent teacher of an introductory class the students view as a waste of time.
An abusive teacher who was once an enfant terrible but has had to settle on teaching in a second tier art school after failing to live up to early potential. This teacher will drive some students away in tears, but he will also inspire others to do their best work.
A revelation that the girl or boy the protagonist was attracted to has had an inappropriately intimate relationship with above mentioned abusive/genius teacher.
A series of events that will lead the protagonist to learn the personal history of the abusive/genius teacher.
The disappearance of the abusive/genius teacher prior to the end of the semester under a cloud of scandal.
This is what happens in the movie Art School Confidential, in the art school plot arc of Six Feet Under and in Chip Kidd's novel The Cheese Monkeys. I enjoyed all three, in spite of their strict adherence to the first year art school formula, but none of them have convinced me that what they have to say about art school is to be taken seriously at all.
Sorry, Mr. Kidd, I just don't buy it. Too many details just don't ring true. The novel's protagonist attends classes with under 20 students during his first year of college, one of them with well under 20. Even in 1958 I'm guessing classes were much larger at state universities. The abusive/genius teacher drives students away even though he doesn't have a tenured position. I doubt he'd keep his job past the second week. I speak as someone who once taught at a state university. All these college co-eds sleeping with their professors novel after novel has always struck me as more wish fulfillment than reality. It's such an over-used plot device than I wouldnt' believe it even if you backed it up with pages of documented research. Needless to say, it never happened to me.
Les Demoiselles d' Avignon by Pablo Picasso
Your attractive but damaged romantic interest attacks Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon as the work of a misogynist in her art history class. I hate the work of Picasso, really hate it, but even I can come up with a counter argument to this charge. Certainly an art professor could. By 1958 he must have heard this charge more than once. You portray him as flabbergasted by the suggestion. Try what my Yale professor says, are you reading the work of art or is it reading you? Or how about misogyny, like beauty, can be in the eye of the beholder. See, I just came up with two good comebacks and I'm not even an art professor.
I enjoyed the assignments your abusive/genius teacher gave his students. Those I can believe even if the critique scenes later were ridiculous. I was once a creative writing major, my spouse was once an art major, neither of us can recall a professor ever saying anything remotely as mean and derogatory about student work as your abusive/genius teacher does. In fact, I once saw a professor offer words of praise for a student who had assembled a jigsaw puzzle as her final project.
And then there's the faculty art exhibit. You abusive/genius teacher exhibits a sealed cooler full of feces knowing that someone will fail to resist the "DO NOT OPEN" sign thereby releasing an odoriferous comment on the entire exhibit. In a world where artists must get teaching jobs to make ends meet, not crapping where you eat is a good motto to live by. Even self-destructive types know a good meal ticket when they find one. I am afraid you are sacrificing truth for a cheap laugh. It's funny, but it's not real.
However, it turns out the use of human feces as an artistic medium in 1959 is a bit prescient. In 1960 Italian artist Piero Manzoni produced 90 tin cans said to be full of his own excrement. He wanted to sell them for their weight in gold. These cans have accrued in value since the artist's death in 1963. In 2008 Sootheby's sold one at auction for just over 97,000 pounds. However, it has been discovered that the cans were actually filled with plaster. That strikes me as a wonderful critique of modern art--even cans of human excrement are fakes.
Plus, totally an introduction to graphic design. Hit it up!
I had such a hard time following the dialogues of this book that I found the story neither interesting nor entertaining. I certainly did not find it amusing. The character of Himillsy Dodd was so annoying in her attempts to one-up everyone else. It’s sad because I love retro stories, college courses, and artistic design. I don’t know where the disconnect occurred, but the book did not give me what I was expecting.
The book is oddly designed in a graphic arts sense. I thought my eyes were going bad until I realized that the second half of the book was set in a different type than the first half. I thought someone had damaged the outside cover until I realized that was part of the book design. It took me quite a while to find the copyright year.
A great cast includes a loony drawing teacher, a fragile southern deb, our main young man,
and his reckless rebellious girlfriend.
Best character is the pitiless, angry design teacher, humiliating
Set in 1957-1958, a great story of the politics of art and school, and very funny!
I let a couple of English majors take a crack at it recently,
(Fair warning: there is one, infamous part that gets downright weird.)