Studies in Crap’s Chocolate Fantasies Involve Creepy Seders, Swingers, and Baby Jesuses
Each Thursday, your Crap Archivist brings you the finest in forgotten and bewildering crap culled from area basements, thrift stores, estate sales and flea markets. I do this for one reason: Knowledge is power.
Author: Verne Ricketts
Publisher: Lieba Inc., Baltimore
Discovered at: Used book store
Take a look at that cover.
Consider this candy castle’s drooping gables, leaking roofs, and red-nippled towers.
Notice the resemblance between the wavy white shingles and cursive-writing homework second graders might have scribbled in the back of a bus jouncing across train tracks.
Study the severed doll’s head festooned to the window, or the mop-haired poop warrior cemented onto a pedestal out in front.
Accept that the title is no promise of slow jams, and ask yourself: is droopy, runny chocolate truly a medium for representational — even architectural — art?