Jan 27
Click for full imageGreengerg Comments: Poor Lin Carter, surely he won the lifetime award for the biggest string of terrible paperback covers. In this classic, the sad golden gargoyle refuses to join the revelers with their horns of ale, perhaps because he cannot figure out why a guy with such bizarre body proportions got to be the hero.
Published 1976
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January 27th, 2011 at 11:35 am
Is it wrong I want them to dance?
January 27th, 2011 at 11:56 am
I must’ve gone male-pattern colourblind. It says (in a terrible font) “The Green Star’s Glow”, not “The Red Star’s Discotheque.”
Speaking of terrible fonts, the author’s name almost reads, “Un Carter”. Is the Un Carter the Stoppable Sex Machine? 🙂
January 27th, 2011 at 12:34 pm
Need his white loincloth be quite so long? Really?
January 27th, 2011 at 12:50 pm
@Adam–that’s a rather personal question, but based on the angle of the dangle, I say, “No.”
January 27th, 2011 at 1:29 pm
Equal opportunity eye candy in this strip club. Gargoyle, female human and male human. I like that.
Whatever that’s meant to be spreading all over the ceiling, or if the vaulting is as distorted as the chap’s torso, I just can’t tell.
January 27th, 2011 at 2:09 pm
Okay, for a minute, I honestly thought that the blue window on the left, which has the jolly chap raising a horn to our malproportioned friend, was an R2-type robot (the blue window) with little, fleshy baby arms (the horn) and the orange sleeve was just a robot racing stripe. Anyone else?
January 27th, 2011 at 3:08 pm
That pose is just so…fabulous!
January 27th, 2011 at 3:24 pm
The fantasy float for the pride parade was a hit, but Joe just couldn’t get comfortable in his gargoyle costume.
January 27th, 2011 at 3:32 pm
“The Milky Bars are on me! There’s one hanging from my belt, actually.”
January 27th, 2011 at 5:19 pm
I-i-i-ive, staying aliiive! Big finish and, yeah! nailed it. Suck it, Travolta!
January 27th, 2011 at 10:01 pm
Does anyone else notice the large tree looking thing in the background?
January 28th, 2011 at 8:42 am
He wins the award for longest thighs. Or shortest calves. Or both.
January 28th, 2011 at 8:46 am
If you look very very carefully, the lady seems to be holding something in her right hand, and the gentleman is holding his left hand as if sneakily trying to receive said object without anyone noticing. They must be the Paul Daniels and Debbie McGee of their world.
This hypothesis is supported by the gentleman’s substantial toupee.
January 28th, 2011 at 3:05 pm
Tragically, nobody noticed the shadow of the giant octopus falling over the room.
January 30th, 2011 at 10:22 am
Nick Lowe has a lot to say about the stylistic and artistic qualities of Lin Carter, which actually makes the cover art seem like a perfect match:
http://news.ansible.co.uk/plotdev.html
January 17th, 2012 at 2:56 pm
Michael Whelan!? Seriously?
What is this, his first cover ever? It’s barely recognisable as his style. It certainly gives hope that one laughable cover doesn’t mean the artist can’t go on to a brilliant and meaningful career.
As for Lin Carter, he once wrote a how-to-write-fantasy essay that laid out techniques which would generate the most trite, most clichéd Conan knockoffs ever, including naming advice which specifically mocked Michael Moorcock as an example of How Not to Do It. The Eye of Argon could easily have been generated using Carter’s advice.
June 20th, 2013 at 11:06 pm
Lin Carter apparently wrote a novel a week for about thirty years. Barely a day goes by without me missing him.
August 25th, 2015 at 3:36 am
@Dalton H.: I think that’s a neuron.
I guess in space nightclubs, loincloths and swimsuits are the clothing of choice.
January 14th, 2017 at 2:15 am
Dude’s hair and skin color are eerily, scarily, terrifyingly prescient. Is the scantily clad female his daughter?