Ethel waved her magic wand, recited the words of the mystic spell…and, rather than making her tycoon husband vanish, lost the top button to her kimono.
I wonder what happened to that woman’s clothing, that she’s clearly been forced to cover up with simply a coat. I suspect the only reason that the old man hasn’t noticed yet is because he’s too preoccupied with that rocket, but when he’s done . . . eeh.
Agent: Felix, ‘Lix baby, I know you like writing SF, but frankly, this is terrible. OK, the cheesy boobs sold a few copies to the pimpled set, but nobody’s taking you seriously. Now, you sit down at that piano and gimme a concerto so we can get back to raking in the do-re-me! Leave that SF scam to Jimmy Baen.
I would like to commend Alice for her poem, which is probably better than the book and certainly better than the cover.
@Francis Boyle: I’m certain I saw one of the junior ad guys at Sterling Cooper reading this. Possibly writing this. (one of them wrote SF, Wiki reminds me!)
December 20th, 2016 at 1:17 pm
Book Co. of America. Where the “Co.” stands for “Con Job.”
December 20th, 2016 at 1:36 pm
Did Malcolm Muggeridge’s lust for power know no bounds?
December 20th, 2016 at 1:38 pm
I nominate this for the title of the most Sixties* cover to have ever appeared on GSS.
*The Mad Men Sixties, that is, not the Sixties that started in 1968.
December 20th, 2016 at 1:47 pm
Bertrand Russell and the sex-bomb.
December 20th, 2016 at 3:01 pm
I’ve got the theme from ‘Dave Allen at Large’ running in my head.
December 20th, 2016 at 4:02 pm
Ethel waved her magic wand, recited the words of the mystic spell…and, rather than making her tycoon husband vanish, lost the top button to her kimono.
December 20th, 2016 at 4:26 pm
I wonder what happened to that woman’s clothing, that she’s clearly been forced to cover up with simply a coat. I suspect the only reason that the old man hasn’t noticed yet is because he’s too preoccupied with that rocket, but when he’s done . . . eeh.
December 20th, 2016 at 4:35 pm
He has dollar signs on his chair. $_$
December 20th, 2016 at 5:32 pm
He has a plaid suit over a paisley vest, the official power suit of ’60’s tycoons.
December 20th, 2016 at 5:33 pm
@DSWBT – He has a $ on his vest also. That’s how tycoons roll.
December 20th, 2016 at 6:26 pm
Agent: Felix, ‘Lix baby, I know you like writing SF, but frankly, this is terrible. OK, the cheesy boobs sold a few copies to the pimpled set, but nobody’s taking you seriously. Now, you sit down at that piano and gimme a concerto so we can get back to raking in the do-re-me! Leave that SF scam to Jimmy Baen.
December 20th, 2016 at 7:35 pm
Dollar signs everywhere? Maybe he wants to get in Ayn Rand’s gulch.
December 20th, 2016 at 8:13 pm
@Ray P – Yes, even $ on the rocket!
Here is a sneak peak at the finished portrait.
December 21st, 2016 at 12:42 am
I would like to commend Alice for her poem, which is probably better than the book and certainly better than the cover.
@Francis Boyle: I’m certain I saw one of the junior ad guys at Sterling Cooper reading this. Possibly writing this. (one of them wrote SF, Wiki reminds me!)
December 21st, 2016 at 2:41 am
It looks like a 1960s magazine perfume ad.
Club Tycoon Fragrance for Men. Smell Like a Million Bucks
January 2nd, 2017 at 5:04 am
The rocket isn’t traveling upwards, they’re all in free fall downwards.
January 3rd, 2017 at 10:05 am
Club Tycoon
Sends Man to Moon
Hoping that the dames will swoon
Over his spacesuit pantaloon
What a bunch of buffoons
July 27th, 2017 at 9:16 pm
Boss before you leave for your vacation on moon, Can you give clear verbal instructions to club tycoon