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Interior Desecrations: Hideous Homes from the Horrible '70s

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If you thought home decor from the '70s was all about shag rugs and lava lamps, think again. James Lileks, who brought readers a look at tasteless foods from the 1940s through the 1960s in "Gallery of Regrettable Foods," now turns his critical eye to outrageous interior decorating schemes of the 1970s. This "labor of hate" will have you simultaneously laughing and wincing as Lileks introduces you to atrocities designed by decorators run amok and purchased by people who were seemingly in a drug-induced haze at the time. These decorating no-nos were gleaned from interior design magazines, books, and pamphlets. They depict entryways, living rooms, bathrooms, kitchens, dining rooms, and family rooms.

Within the covers of "Interior Desecrations" are infectious pattern viruses that spread like a malignancy from couch to rug to drapes to wall covering. There are bedrooms that defy a good night's sleep and kitchens that cause indigestion. There are photos of vertigo-inducing reflective wallpaper on walls and ceilings. There is a parade of startling psychedelic patterns, nauseating colors that run the gamut from blinding to "downer browner," bad art, and unidentifiable coffee table sculpture for you to ponder. I found a birth-canal shaped bathroom of particularly horrifying interest.

As incredible as the photos are, their impact is enhanced with sharp-witted and hilarious commentary. Lileks throws in such comments as "The Invisible Man would clash with this sofa" and "Visual equivalent of granulated glass in your eyes." He labels especially hideous decor with such designations as "the Taj Mahell" and "Funhouse dining room." Baby boomers beware. If anything will cure you of nostalgia for what you thought of as the hip 1970s, this book will. But buy it anyway - it's wickedly funny.

Eileen Rieback

A few years ago, when I was dating my now husand, I spotted Mr. Lilek's Interior Desecrations web site. I sent the URL to my beloved, and we spent a long evening on the phone, howling with laughter and spluttering with tears in our eyes and stomachs hurting from the funny.
And then the site disappeared, and a book was promised.
Now the book is here, and oh it is wonderful. The husband and I spent a couple of hours curled up on the couch together, sputtering and laughing at horrifying bedrooms, astoundingly bad bathrooms, and terrifying entry ways. Just like the Gallery of Regrettable Food, you really have to see some of these things to truly believe how /bad/ they are. And just when you think you've covered how bad it is, Mr. Lileks has a snappy comment that puts the awfulness into even sharper (and funnier) relief. Exceedingly witty writing as always from this author.
My only complaints are that a couple of my favourite jokes from the web site seem to have disappeared, and that there are some fairly obvious typographical errors. Nothing that really takes from the readability though.

Ah, we teens thought we were so cool in the '70's. That new TV show about the '50's, "Happy Days"?? Hilarious! Those clothes, that music, those decorating styles! No one, we were sure, would EVER make fun of the '70's.... no, we were too "with it," too "where it's at."

Fast forward thirty years, behold the excruciating microscopy that is Interior Desecrations, and be ashamed. Be very ashamed. Did we ever really beg our parents to buy plastic chairs and shag carpet for the "rumpus room"? Did we ever really think no one could possibly get tired of harvest gold, avocado green, and orange-red as decorating colors? We did. And James Lileks is more than happy to remind us. This sequel to his hilarious "The Gallery of Regrettable Food" had me laughing out loud yet glad no one was around to see me flinch as I saw interior desecrations that our family actually had in our home in the '70's. While there is not as much text to read as in TGORF, there is still plenty to digest. Wait, don't use the word "digest" when you see some of these nausea-inducing photos. I do think there could have been a bit more homage paid to shag carpet, homemade macrame plant hangers, and space age design, but hey, you can't have it all. The pop culture references are also priceless -- take it from someone who ate Quisp cereal every morning and had a crush on Bobby Sherman.

If you lived through, ignored, loved, hated, or merely tolerated the '70's, you have to have this book. If only to remind yourself that while beauty may be temporary and fleeting, UGLY is forever.

Oh, the geebering Humanity! ... I forgot there were houses like these. If you've been house-hunting, a good 10% of the houses look like these-- red flocked wallpaper that leaps out at you, burnt-orange shag rug on the floor, covering the bar, doors, and one wall. Troll-hair bright-blue extra-shaggy rug in the bathroom... Lileks gathers some of the worst of the worst interior design ideas all in one book. Warning: some of the wallpaper may cause seizures; keep an inhaler handy if you're allergic to mirrored, busy, paiseley, or flocked wallpaper.

A real gem of a book, buy a second copy as you'll splurt spit onto most every page of the first copy.

When I was growing up in the '70's my parents eagerly awaited the annual "100 ideas for under $100" issue of Better Homes and Gardens.

My brother and sister and I knew that this meant a summer of "projects" to "update" our 125 year old home.

This book brought back memories of orange plastic contact paper on the kitchen cabinets, patchwork carpet samples on the stairwell wall, macrame plant hangers...(shudder.) The house burned down not long after we moved out. I think it was suicide.

I'm glad James Lileks has documented such crimes against taste in the current climate of 70's retro craze.

And I gave everyone I know copies for Christmas. Everyone needs to read this book.

And by the way, if you liked this, you'll also like Daydream Houses of Los Angeles by Charles Jencks.

This book had people at our family Christmas get-together absolutely helpless with laughter. Anyone who remembers the Bad 70s will love this book. It's a suitable gift for any occasion and will be the life of the party. Highly recommended -- the pictures are great, but it's Lileks' comments that take it over the top.

I LOVE THIS BOOK!!! We ordered it because the love to read James Lileks' blog. We had no idea it would be THIS hilarious. We literally laughed until we nearly peed. I bought one as a Christmas gift for every person I could think of who lived through the 70's. You should too!

Those of you who have not yet purchased the Lileks masterpiece THE GALLERY OF REGRETTABLE FOOD, hie thee to http://www.lileks.com/institute/gallery/index.html and see what you're missing. Then buy the book!

With a title as screamingly funny as GALLERY, one tends to expect the sophomore effort to be a bit of a disappointment; but I'm happy to say Lileks hits this one out of the ball-park too. He brings the same first-rate production values and well-informed sneers to the era of design that really, really deserved, nay NEEDED, a smack-down.

It's a bit ironic, but for a book on appallingly bad taste, INTERIOR DESECRATIONS is actually a beautifully designed book. This one's definitely earned a spot on my bookshelf.

So there I was Christmas morning, sitting in our study reading the instructions for my son's new basketball hoop. Then I heard the shrieking. Blood-curdling shrieking, like you hear when a child is badly hurt, or some tragedy has struck. Adrenaline surged, and I ran to the family room to see my wife in tears--streaming down her face, screaming, "No, My God No! This CANNOT be True! No! No! No!" I was panicked. I was trying to replay our Christmas morning to figure out what had gone wrong--how had something possibly caused this level of emotion.
Then I realized she was screaming in laughter. She was reading The Lileks' book. The page that set her over the edge was one of the living rooms where the pattern on the sofa matched the pattern on the wallpaper, so the sofa was sort of invisible, like a chameleon. My wife got an abdominal workout laughing.
Great book. I had high hopes for the book when I bought it for my wife, and the book far surpassed them.