It brought about Kilimnik and Doig, right? But I don't mean this to be just an addition to Mark's righteous condemnation of the consensoriat (though the notion of "the return of beauty" may have had something to do with its rise).
I've been fretting for a while about how to introduce myself on this blog (hi! I'm the new guy!), until I decided that, if I kept going that way, I would never post a thing. So I'll skip the intro for now, and go on to my very first post.
A couple of months ago I found at a Red Cross book sale (for $1.50!) a copy of the 1952 Larousse; it's a book I was very familiar with, as I grew up with possibly a slightly later edition of it, but in any case one that looked almost indistinguishable from this one, owned by my grandparents (Francophiles like all good middle-class Romanians of their generation), in 1970's Bucharest. The moment I picked it up, the book--the texture of its cloth cover under my fingertips, its heft in my hands, the layout of its pages--felt so familiar as to bring about an unmistakably Proustian moment.