I had totally forgotten about the world's biggest book until I was surfing through my blog archives today. I found out about this book on the UW's website as they were exhibiting the thing in one of the libraries here.
"I can get to any given UW library in fifteen minutes," said I to myself. "I should go and see this wonderful book, this book that left me drooling to think of it."
Sadly, such was not to be. The exhibit was only a temporary thing and the book is gone now, off to the next display in another city, doubtless on the back of a gigantic military flatbed set aside for just such a purpose. I can see it now, in the middle of an armed convoy, more precious than an experimental trans-aetheric rocket, jeeps and soldiers on each end alert for any danger as they cruise through the flat and trackless desert on a cold and moonlit night.
So, no World's Biggest Book for me. I think I'll console myself by visiting the Burke Museum on Saturday. I'll be spending a lot of time there over the next few years. I figure I should go, just once, as a patron, first.