German Nuns! Black men crouching submissively! Sidney Poitier! POWERFUL! Yes, it's (White) Lilies of the (Black) Field. This cover isn't quite so much funny as dated, tired, oddly monochromatic, and exhibiting a '60s borderline racism that pervaded so much of the American culture at that time (and, whom are we kidding, now).
But here's what's really funny (which I can't show you, unfortunately, until I get a scanner). On the back, the narrative blurb goes something like this:
Homer Smith, a black ex-GI, was a carefree and happy man on the open road - until he met a group of refugee nuns...Yeah, nuns make me unhappy and careworn, too. And I'm so happy they felt the need to point out Homer's race. Have you ever noticed how people sometimes feel the need to gratuitously throw in race when they're talking about things? Like, "I was having dinner at that new restaurant downtown and the waiter, who was black, suggested the tuna." I've particularly noticed this trend when talking to people who are 50+ years old. Just like this book, which feels the need to tell us that Homer Smith was black, was a GI, and that nuns ruined his lighthearted existence.
I leave you with these words, also from the back cover:
When you have finished the last page, you will have one of those rareI hope your experience is a pleasant one.
experiences. -The Pilot (Boston, MA)