“The candy was seized by the FBI” — Daisy Rockwell’s Little Book of Terror
February 27, 2012
According to Richard Booth:
First, go pick up Daisy Rockwell‘s Little Book of Terror. Here. Or at least spend an inordinate amount of time getting lost in her Flickr photos.
Daisy is the granddaughter of Norman Rockwell, and although that’s largely an irrelevant fact, I find something satisfying in the inter-generational dialectic occurring here: my Mormon, Midwestern family adored Norman Rockwell, and had hosts of folksy, wholesome prints of his work adorning the walls of their homes. I should note that there are now fewer of these; the wholesome, familial, American kitsch has devolved into obsessive collections of those horrific “Precious Moments” ceramics (“precious,” here, is to be pronounced a la Andy Serkis’ Gollum in Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy).
Continue his review HERE
The Little Book of Terror is a treasure that defies easy classification: more than a collection of paintings, more than a compilation of piquant, compelling essays, it can be thought of as a secular missal, offering a new liturgy for observing the Rite of The Contrary. The Little Book of Terror is a literary missile, as well—Daisy Rockwell’s searing images and carefully-crafted prose aim directly at the bloated heart of Imperial pretension. On impact, Rockwell’s work makes rubble of propaganda passing as conventional wisdom, leaving in its place a new vista from which to consider the “Global War on Terror” and its complicated combatants. For Rockwell’s legions of readers and admirers, The Little Book of Terror is a blast of a different kind: a stirring read, a poignant comment, and a collection of sights not soon forgotten.
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