It looked like home. And it was. It was seemingly custom-made for a 21-year-old obsessed with David Foster Wallace, Samuel Beckett, Lorrie Moore and Thomas Pynchon.
A few years later, of course, McSweeney’s founder Dave Eggers was a famous memoirist—both lionized and savaged in the press. He was hailed as the future of literary publishing largely because of his love for the past, but just as often McSweeney’s was called cliquish MFA fare, Donald Barthelme-lite, gimmicky, the product of a trust-fund kid, a have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too mélange of the coolly ironic and the bathetically sincere.
Well, McSweeney’s is all of those things, of course. Over the past 15 years—which saw the creation of Lucky Peach and The Believer magazines and countless book imprints—the publishing house’s approach to literature has been wide-eyed and ecstatic and, above all, indulgent. From dabbling in Sudanese literature to publishing literary journals with CD soundtracks or hypercolor covers, the quarterly has shown itself a stunningly dedicated dilettante.
But its raccoon’s eye for shiny things has turned McSweeney’s into an impressive warehouse of treasures, documented newly and lovingly in a brick-dwarfing tome called The Best of McSweeney’s (McSweeney’s, 624 pages, $30). The story “Statistical Abstract for My Hometown Spokane, Washington,” by Jess Walter is a succession of 51 progressively intimate items told in “fun facts” format. It is also an emotional whip-cracker. Daniel Clowes, Adrian Tomine, Joe Sacco and Chris Ware offer up comics that amount to an argument for the form. Current it-kid writers such as Sheila Heti and Wells Tower were largely unknown when first published in McSweeney’s; it’s almost nostalgic to see them resurface here.
So yes, Eggers
started McSweeney’s with a trust fund and a book deal. But while some people use their
trust fund to pay for vacations and drugs and easy access to sex, what
Eggers and McSweeney’s did was change literature. And looking at this
collection, it’s hard to think it didn’t change it for the better.
GO: McSweeney’s contributors Arthur Bradford, Jess Walter and editor Jordan Bass will read at Powell’s City of Books, 1005 W Burnside St., on Tuesday, Nov. 26. 7:30 pm. Free.