Early chromolithography used in children’s books. (by Ben Mitchell)
Alligator Pie by Dennis Lee, illustrated by Frank Newfeld c.1974
The Man Who Didn’t Wash His Dishes by Phyllis Krasilovsky.
I think I lived with that guy, once.
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.
Her milkshake brings all the villagers to the yard.
Here’s a decent, much more recent one:
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."
Holy cow, how awesome is that cover?
A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. And a strange collection of very curious photographs. It all waits to be discovered in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, an unforgettable novel that mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling reading experience.
It comes out in June.
Via Reading Rants Shorts.
Jane Eyre, published in 1847, has had a number of new covers recently (part of the Penguin Classics trend, I am guessing.)
So, I thought a retrospective might be in order.
1800’s Jane looks about how you’d expect her to.
By the 1940’s she’s morphed into some sort of totalitarian nightmare.
This edition was illustrated by Fritz Eichenberg. More info about that particular copy can be found here.
She goes from creepy to sexpot by the pulp era:
However, by the late 60’s Jane is decidedly less exciting. I guess all those hippies brought out her her inner primness.
Even she looks bored.
1980’s Jane wears some pretty intense purple. I dunno who exactly did all these paintings, but I had a ton of books in that same style from about the same time period.
I love this one—1994. One gets the impression that Jane is gazing off at Fabio, who stands shirtless and wind machined in the distance.
I can’t believe it’s not a bodice ripper.
Another really awful 90’s cover, from a “retold” edition:
A 2000 edition, tied to an opera:
Very chick lit, and of the time. Bridget Jones would have approved.
Clearly post-Twilight. What a con job. "HEY KIDS! THIS BOOK COULD HAVE SPARKLY VAMPIRES!!"
And, two really cool, sort of Edward Gorey-inspired covers from the last two years:
covers aimed at junior high kids, by Mikey Burton. click through for more info and… t-shirts.