tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50146188036466366242024-03-20T01:55:50.682-07:00The Nixon Saga: A Pathography in Twelve PartsCompanion Website to the Book by Mark ZepezauerMZepezauerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14826456185959255586noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014618803646636624.post-13939250844383014922016-03-13T16:36:00.002-07:002016-03-13T17:18:26.102-07:00Nixon and Me<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYidn6HzoXZAnIL5GgNxRdP6-CGIjdkPa5ec1GQOlQb_2dWRVQHoqceh2v81eBJFwuJNGbgK9C-jvtj6pB03JJEZzhdp0-3HRbSwFuEkdatVTsMd-tZzLuyxLRadxhP2nXalNKQkPWTFg/s1600/Nfront1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYidn6HzoXZAnIL5GgNxRdP6-CGIjdkPa5ec1GQOlQb_2dWRVQHoqceh2v81eBJFwuJNGbgK9C-jvtj6pB03JJEZzhdp0-3HRbSwFuEkdatVTsMd-tZzLuyxLRadxhP2nXalNKQkPWTFg/s320/Nfront1.jpg" width="320" /></a>As Nixon lay dying in New York City, in April of ’94, I
stayed on my couch for three days, never turning off CNN - waiting, barely
sleeping, unshaven and disheveled, for the demon to depart. I fielded calls
from old friends, who sent me clippings and bits of Nixoniana, and from the
occasional reporter, asking me for comments. I’d become known as something of a
Nixon obsessive, particularly since I had managed to get thrown out of his
presidential library <a href="http://articles.latimes.com/1990-07-21/news/mn-347_1_nixon-library">on opening day</a>. It was one of the <a href="http://www.markzepezauer.com/2011/05/my-visit-to-nixonland-part-1.html">proudest days of my life</a>. </div>
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One of my earliest memories of Richard Nixon was watching a
goofy little ceremony, the day after his inauguration in 1969, where he
introduced the members of his new cabinet. I would have been about eleven. In
the middle of one of his awkward jokes about the new Postmaster General, our
babysitter, Mrs. Berglund, walked into the room. “OH MY GOD!” she shrieked. “I
CAN’T BELIEVE THAT CROOK NIXON IS PRESIDENT!”</div>
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Our family had voted for the other guy, but what did I know?
The new president seemed like a reasonable enough guy. Give him a chance, I
thought. </div>
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It wasn’t long before I understood what Mrs. Berglund was
wailing about. By twelve I was participating in antiwar protests. At fifteen I
was walking precincts for George McGovern. I had bet <a href="http://www.royzimmerman.com/">my best friend</a>, when
McGovern was just <a href="http://www.amazon.com/McGovern-Presidency-Polls-Were-Wrong/dp/B0006WT9NG">a blip in the polls</a>, that he would be our next president. I
still remember the grumpy look on the face of the bank teller when I told her I
needed to withdraw five bucks to pay off an election bet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gave my friend the hairy eyeball.</div>
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But I bet him that same fiver that Nixon would not survive
his second term because of Watergate. Twenty-one months later, I was at Dodger
Stadium when the Jumbotron lit up with the news that the Supreme Court had
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xHkNuLXJi4">ruled unanimously</a> that the president had to release his <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oe3OgU8W0s">Oval Office recordings</a>.
The place went wild; two weeks later he was on live TV, numbly reciting <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLHc8NR_v-8">his resignation speech </a>under heavy sedation. </div>
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I’ll always be grateful to my grandmother for waking me up
early the next day, on the morning of August 9<sup>th</sup>, to watch his
bizarre, rambling, stream-of consciousness <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32GaowQnGRw">farewell to his White House staff.</a>
Whatever Nixon had been on the night before, it had clearly worn off. “Mark,”
she nudged me, “you don’t want to miss this.”</div>
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And then he shambled off to his helicopter, but Richard
Nixon would never really leave us. He’s left his mark on our politics to this
day. Little did we know, that day we thought we were rid of him, that his
treachery and paranoia would be institutionalized into a new conservative style
of governance that is metastasizing as we speak. </div>
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It would take a Shakespeare to do him justice, but I tried
my hand at surveying the damage done while I was at art school in Santa Cruz. A
kindly professor had suggested I enroll in the book arts class taught by a
retired newspaperman named <a href="http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/article/ZZ/20091217/NEWS/912179852">George Kane.</a> I fell in love with the process of
setting movable type by hand, and printing my own linoleum-block illustrations.
For the final project, Kane said we could do a book on whatever we chose. Most
of the other students were doing poetry; I wanted to tackle Nixon. </div>
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When I graduated, I decided to rework my college prototype
into a full-length book. I bought an old <a href="http://vandercookpress.info/years35-53.html">Vandercook-4</a> printing press and a
cabinet full of lead type and set to work in my garage over thousands of radio-blasting,
caffeine-fueled hours, to produce <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The
Nixon Saga: A Pathography in Twelve Parts</i>. A <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/pathography">pathography</a>, coined by Joyce
Carol Oates, is the opposite of a hagiography; it has nothing good to say about
its subject. </div>
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My pathography took years to finish, and it really isn’t
finished yet. The illustrations used the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRy5lvrWsa0">reduction print</a> process, developed by
Picasso, in which the same block is carved repeatedly and printed with
progressively darker shades of ink each time. It’s a painstaking effort, and
trying to keep the multiple press runs precisely registered led to a lot of
spoiled prints. Still, I managed to come up with a couple hundred good copies,
and sold nearly all of them over the past few decades. </div>
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But I had promised patrons who purchased the “deluxe edition”
that I would include bookplates, bookmarks, a dust jacket and a poster – and
somehow a quarter century had passed before I got around to fulfilling that
promise. I had sold the print shop when I moved to Arizona, but recently I
discovered the <a href="http://art.arizona.edu/facilities/book-art-and-letterpress-lab">U of A Letterpress Lab</a>, and I’ve gone back to work creating
Nixon memorabilia once again. </div>
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Since January I’ve been showing prints from <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Nixon Saga</i> in the gallery room at
<a href="http://borderlandsbrewing.com/">Borderlands Brewing Company</a>. And I’ve worked with a local bookbinder, <a href="http://www.pantherpeakbindery.com/">Panther Peak Bindery</a>, to create 40 new copies of the book, using signatures I’ve kept
in storage over the years. So now that the old ghoul is on my back again, I’m
launching a new website, <a href="http://www.nixonsaga.com/">www.nixonsaga.com</a>,
where I can sell copies of the book and loose prints for prices ranging from
five bucks on up to several hundred. Stop by and visit when you can, because
I’m not done with Nixon yet – nor is he done with me. </div>
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