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- Feb. 08, 1993: An Ode to the Big Book
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Feb. 08, 1993 Cyberpunk
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- LIVING, Page 66
- An Ode to the Big Book
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- <p>When Sears dropped its famous catalog last week, it closed the
- books on an era of innocence and optimism
- </p>
- <p>By PAUL GRAY
- </p>
- <p> It was an annual and unfailingly upbeat report on the
- American horn of plenty. All this stuff for sale, more in heaven
- and earth than was dreamt of in even the maddest consumer's
- philosophy: buggy whips and barbering aids, covered wagons and
- canaries, tires and trousseaux, countless doodads that seemed
- unnecessary until they popped up on the page. From the Sears
- catalog, known affectionately as the "big book," customers could
- order everything necessary to equip a house: furniture,
- appliances, rugs, cooking and eating utensils and pait. Between
- 1908 and 1937, they could also order the house itself. All told,
- Sears sold 100,000 prefabricated models, and most of them are
- still standing and occupied today. Some of the items advertised
- in the early years seem, well, unseemly now. Before the Food and
- Drugs Act of 1906, the catalog listed a number of dubious
- medicinal aids, including laudanum, a notoriously addictive,
- opium-based headache remedy and sedative. Pistols and rifles
- were aggressively marketed for years. The big book luxuriated
- in excess. Who had ever thought of buying a car by mail? The
- 1910 catalog offered an automobile called a motor buggy--manufactured by Sears--for $395. Never has the tent of U.S.
- commerce seemed more gloriously, wastefully overstocked than it
- did when portrayed on the pages of the Sears catalog.
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- <p> By current standards, it ranked low in user-friendliness.
- For most of its 97 years, the big book did not offer
- home-delivery service. People who wanted to purchase something
- listed could mail in their order but then had to journey to a
- place populous enough to sustain a Sears store or catalog center
- to pick it up. No use making a call. Only last year did
- 800-number operators start standing by, ready to take orders day
- and night; the big book, after all, was born when customers had
- no telephones. And such updated procedures, for all their added
- charms to the busy users, robbed the catalog of a certain
- gravitas. At its bulky, clunky, inconvenient best, the big book
- was both a commercial bonanza for its parent company and a moral
- force in American life. It discouraged impulse buying and
- promoted the educational benefits of travel.
- </p>
- <p> Sears' announcement last week that its 1993 catalog, all
- 1,556 pages of it, would be the last probably didn't mean much
- to couch potatoes cradling their Touch-Tone phones while
- watching the Home Shopping Network on cable. But for most people
- over a certain age--say 35, maybe 40--the news was slightly
- unnerving. Even those who hadn't seen the big book since their
- childhood recognized a loss, not necessarily of a shopping aid
- but of an innocence and optimism and simplicity of desire that
- the catalog both thrived on and fed.
- </p>
- <p> For willing buyers were not the only ones stirred by the
- yearly arrival of the book. Founder Richard Warren Sears' best
- marketing insight was to aim the catalog at rural America,
- where, throughout much of the 19th century, roughly 70% of the
- people lived. Never mind being unable to window-shop like their
- city cousins; many of these potential customers were looking for
- a place to buy inexpensive windows.
- </p>
- <p> So the big book regularly found its way into pockets of
- isolation--geographic or social--where it provided a view
- of the world beyond the village green, the town intersection,
- the empty horizon. Its reach and destinations made it an early
- form of mass entertainment, unencumbered by competition of any
- sort. It was thus a book of revelations. So this is what people
- who work in offices are wearing. That is what an up-to-date
- kitchen is supposed to contain. And this is what ladies look
- like in their underwear. It mattered little that the line-drawn
- lingerie ads stressed upholstery rather than allure. They were
- the closest thing to printed erotica that many households ever
- saw; they taught boys--and girls too, for that matter--a
- little about what adulthood had in store.
- </p>
- <p> The catalog appealed directly to people eager for genteel
- refinements--bathtubs, butter knives--but wary of
- sophistication. The big book once ran verse about itself on its
- cover. Typically, the commission had gone to Edgar A. Guest,
- America's most easily understood poet. Guest began, "I know the
- markets of the earth and wondrous tales I tell/ Of all the new
- and pretty things the whole world has to sell." The Sears
- catalog was not the place to go in search of the avant-garde.
- </p>
- <p> This resolute, unswerving squareness constituted the big
- book's greatest charm and its lasting value as a record of
- middle-class American life. The Sears catalog assumed, correctly
- for nearly a century, that there were millions and millions of
- people out there who all wanted roughly the same sort of things,
- who all aspired to lead similar kinds of lives. Such conformism
- has received a thorough drubbing from writers and
- intellectuals. But the big book and the masses who used it
- provided a core, a cohesiveness to a new, developing, expanding
- society. The values were material, to be sure. An important side
- effect was stability: the planting of roots, fence posts, major
- appliances, heavy investments in the present and future.
- </p>
- <p> The catalog may have been undone by economics, but
- changing tastes played a role as well. Hardly anyone admits to
- being a rube anymore. The U.S. is well on its way to becoming
- a nation of hipsters, looking for designer labels rather than
- inexpensive, durable goods. The American marketplace has
- splintered into specialty shops and glossy mini-catalogs hawking
- their wares. Faux outdoorsy types consult L.L. Bean; those
- interested in bedroom costumes turn to Victoria's Secret. The
- big book's children finally devoured their parent.
- </p>
- <p> Still, as serials go, it had a terrific run. The catalog
- was never long on plot. But it was generous, munificent, in its
- details.
- </p>
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