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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>
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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
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<p>By PAUL GRAY
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<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.
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<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.
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<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.
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<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.
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<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.
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<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.
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<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.
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<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.
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