Nov 15
Click for full imagePaul H Cook Comments: This is the cover to my first novel. It didn’t sell well. My editor/publisher blamed me, of course. This looks like a Harlequin romance. Even I wouldn’t have purchased this book.
Published 1981
(Average: 6.89 out of 10)
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November 15th, 2012 at 9:30 am
*facepalm*
November 15th, 2012 at 10:09 am
“And here is the world you dreamed… Miss I’ve got no imagination… I mean…. come ahead step through the misty door…. But I mean seriously, we could be in a world full of chocolate women or space wizards. But I guess… a field is pretty good too…”
November 15th, 2012 at 10:34 am
“Good day, I’ll be your waiter…”
November 15th, 2012 at 12:16 pm
Mr. Cook, if you’ve put two words together, you don’t deserve that cover.
@SI: what about the fellow in black-and-white behind her? He knows he can’t dream anything even as banal as Infinite Shropshire.
November 15th, 2012 at 1:30 pm
I’m guessing that The Alejandra Variations with its snazzy cover sold better?
http://www.isfdb.org/wiki/images/0/0e/BKTG00299.jpg
hehe
November 15th, 2012 at 1:50 pm
Alternate title: LIAR, LIAR, YOUR PANTS ON FIRE. “The Lady With Smoke Coming Out Of Her Slacks Visits A Pastoral Paradise”
November 15th, 2012 at 1:57 pm
“Close the door, you’re letting in all the smog!”
OR
“We are SO overdressed for this outing.”
November 15th, 2012 at 3:05 pm
Third floor: unicorns, palanquins and elf-boots
incubi and succubi,
gnomic runes and toads
going do-own
November 15th, 2012 at 5:14 pm
“And here we are! As you can see, this property benefits from having a combined living, sleeping, kitchen and shower space, and access to a communal washing area just behind the hill there. Ideal for a couple such as yourselves!”
November 15th, 2012 at 6:57 pm
“Welcome to Robby Bensons World of Shrubbery.”
November 15th, 2012 at 10:46 pm
Tonight, Matthew, I’m going to be… some woman in a suit. With a bloke following her.
November 15th, 2012 at 11:00 pm
We might be making the wrong assumption here.
“Trust me.” she said.”There are so many things to do in the city.”
“But your friends will laugh at me.” he muttered.”What with my ill fitting suit and hopelessly unfashionable hair..”
“They will not laugh.” she replied in a soothing tone
“The shrubs never laugh at me.” he whispered.
“Bloody hell. I’m off to the club.” she said and slammed the door leaving him with his horticulture in the land of Bland.
Apologies to Paul H. Cook.
November 16th, 2012 at 11:01 am
Welcome to a blurb dyslectic by a written
November 16th, 2012 at 3:20 pm
@Tat Wood: That was brilliant. (Are You Being Teleported?)
November 19th, 2012 at 11:19 am
The perspective on the city behind her is making my brain ache.
And seriously, she steps from a drab world of some city in her drab ‘eighties middle management clothes into the phantasmagorical wonderland of … some damp scrubby grassland somewhere, inhabited by a guy in drab ‘eighties middle management clothes.
The wonder, it burns.