So occasionally I get masochist authors who want me to snark on their books. Now, we all know I'm too nice to make fun of my readers, right? That's why I leave it to you! Here are a couple of submissions (thanks, Julia and Lee!). Snark away!
Okay, I can't resist snarking on this one. Looks like Blossom got a double mastectomy and is four months pregnant. But my favorite part is the shadowed lettering. Doesn't look like bad photoshop at all!
Would you watch a movie this man recommended? I happen to agree with Richard Crouse on some of his selections (at least a few of selections, actually, a lot of these movies are ob-scure): Happy Texas is charmingly silly, Jason and the Argonauts made my childhood endurable, I was one of 5 people who liked Hedwig and the Angry Inch. But there's no getting around the fact that Killer Klowns from Outer Space is terrible.
But why am I writing about what's in the book when I should be focusing on the cover of The 100 Best Movies You've Never Seen. Hip thrusts do not inspire my confidence on the dance floor and they certainly don't on a movie recommendation book cover. But it gets worse. Here's the back cover.
It's going to be a while before I want to eat popcorn again.
First off, I want to assure you that A History of the Breast, by Marilyn Yalom is a delightful, informative, and *hrmph* scholarly book. While it doesn't have nearly as many pictures as some of my obviously desperate house-guests have wanted (You know who you are. Quit your whining and find some real boobs to look at!), the book doesn't stint on breast displays, with Maidenform bra ads, Annie Sprinkle's Bosom Ballet, and Renaissance paintings. So what, I must ask, is up with the cover? There's more bosom on display on Saturn's Children.
I should add that Maughta and DocTurtle have escaped/worn-out their sexbot captors. Once they've finished their rounds of rabies vaccinations, they should be back and blogging again.
I can't think of a better way to describe this cover than "cheap and dirty." Mammary Monday comes a few days and several cup sizes late. Saturn's Children by Charles Stross features a femmebot (according the Amazon blurb, but I've also heard the character described as a sexbot), but there's no reason the cover has to be this bad. Would you read this book in public? Maybe, if you were the 13 year old boy who created the cover in 20 minutes with Lightwave. And what's that in her hand? A breast implant?
By the way, sorry for the hiatus, folks. Maughta and DocTurtle are being held hostage by a pack of rabid sexbots.