Old Classic Novel Covers
Cliche breakers to the last, booksellers have always invested in the counter-intuitive belief that we CAN judge a book by its cover. One of my favorite things to do with the interwebs, this knobby stonehenge with buttons that can zip me back to the past with a flick of the fingers, is to browse old paperback book covers, where history licks the timeless with the slobbery residue of convention.
Here’s what I mean:
Then there’s the version I read in 1984.
I don’t think you need to think too hard to determine which cover is the more interesting. The one from the 1980s reminds me of the font style of “lolly lolly lolly get your adverbs here”
Here’s another one of my favorite novels, as you might see it today.
And here is what it looked like in the age of Aquarius.
I love this image for allowing me to feel the weird alignment of existentialism and 1979 cult film The Warriors
Here’s what my copy of Lolita looked like–read in the late 1980s:
And here are some of the covers I wish I had been able to glance upon while reading:
Here’s what my favorite copy of Wuthering Heights looked like:
Here’s an interesting vintage cover:
Frequently though, the vintage book cover was a staid affair. Here’s what my first copy of Ulysses looked like:
But some knowing publisher will make use of Joyce’s celebrity one of these days to make this performance of literary interest the cover:
The only thing remotely cooler than that is an image of Anthony Burgess reading the image of Monroe reading Ulysses:
Now I’m all meta-ed out.