Back in the 1950s I used to love a book called the Guinness Book of Records. Full of facts and figures it was a compulsive read. As the decades rolled by, I continued to buy a copy every five years or so, and still have three editions.
I stopped buying after crossing out all the imperial units in the 1993 edition - it seemed too much effort to repeat even though I did it while doing something else such as listening to a radio programme.
But in Croydon yesterday I almost bought the latest edition since it was being nearly given away in a bookshop that was closing down. Almost, that is, until I opened it because I then discovered something rather important was missing : text ! Well, not completely, but nowadays it is nearly all pictures with just the occasional letter or number in annotation. (Unlike the old days - see the photos here for how it used to be.)
And the records themselves now are much more of the "heaviest weight held by a beard; fastest time to slurp ten panacottas" type. Yes, it was always fun to have the occasional quirky entry but now it seems the majority have to be this trivial.
In the old days it was dense with detail but now it is more a picture book for children under ten and those who have difficulty with reading. It is of course good that book publishers do not ignore these groups but at the cost of sacrificing one of the classic publishing successes ? The McWhirters must be spinning in their graves.



