This book is exactly what it sounds like: boring postcards. It contains the images of old postcards of American scenes from the 1950s.
Boring Americana. Regular scenes of restaurants, malls, hotels, highways, donuts, couches, trucks, aluminum awnings, etc.
While I can’t help wondering why someone would think people needed a postcard of an airport parking lot, for instance, I also can’t help admiring the glimpse of what daily, mundane life must have been like. I somehow got a feeling of shabby optimism from the postcards that so proudly proclaimed the names of ordinary little places and attractions.
It is heartwarming and hilarious at the same time. Difficult to get in a book with no text, eh?
This is definitely worth “reading.”