Title: Home is the Sailor
Author: Day Keene
Cover artist: uncredited
Yours for: $25
Best thing about this cover:
- Someone needs to tell him that a captain's hat really does not go with pajama bottoms.
- She is hot in a tawdry bar slut kind of way. The upthrust boobs and hand-on-ass are particularly nice touches.
- I worry that his aggressive and thorny-looking patch of chest hair is going to chafe her delicate boob skin (I am now giggling aloud at the phrase "boob skin")
- She looks lusty, while he looks like he's going to vomit his last daiquiri right in her face.
Best things about this back cover:
- Why aren't guys named "Swede" anymore? Maybe because being named Swede has been shown to cause a remarkable increase in the likelihood that you will die in some miserable, noirish fashion (see Hemingway's "The Killers," for instance).
- Copy writer here is clearly a graduate of the Crappy Metaphor Institute. He seems to have minored in Redundancy (when you've already called her a "tempest," "hurricane" should not be your next go-to image).
That had been in the bar, in a booth, with Corliss sitting opposite me, looking cool and fresh and virginal in white, eating prime ribs au jus, urging me to eat; me unable to eat, nursing a fresh bottle of Bacardi.
Nothing more virginal than a white-clad lady daintily slurping her blood-red meat.
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