We Have Always Had Creepy Covers
I love Shirley Jackson. She’s one of those authors I fell in love with in high school.
She’s most famous for The Lottery, and for good reason. Alas, Lottery has some hilariously terrible covers in it’s history.
As interpreted by Leatherface.
Spaaaaaace stones.
Her milkshake brings all the villagers to the yard.
Here’s a decent, much more recent one:
Heh.
She’s had much better luck with We Have Always Lived in the Castle.
Her horror stories are mid-century perfection. But, my favorite Jackson books are actually the two memoirs she wrote about raising her children, Life Among the Savages and Raising Demons. Supposedly, she was rather bitter about her position in life. She was a successful fiction writer. Her husband was an academic and a literary critic. In life, she refused most interviews. She raised four kids. She was an academic’s wife with an embarrassing hobby—genre fiction. There are certain passages in the two memoirs where she addresses it, and the humor doesn’t really cover the frustration.
“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”
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