Title: A Man of Parts
Author: Vivian Connell
Cover artist: Uncredited (though I can see a signature in lower left ... very elongated ... looks like "drip")
Yours for: $11
Sorry for the week-long publication drought. I've been away for a week at the Minnesota State Fair and other Midwestern attractions (friends, mostly). Plus, I prepared a slide show of covers from this blog for Huffington Post Books, so it *felt* like I was writing. Anyway, back on a 3 book/week schedule now, for the most part, I think. So let's get back to it:
Best things about this cover:
- A Man of Parts ... and the best part, Tracy knew, was the thigh.
- "Well, your leg sounds just fine, so I have no idea what's ailing you. I'll go get my leeches."
- I've never actually heard anyone utter the phrase "How gauche!" but pencil-mustache sure has the face for it.
- "I say, do you know how to work one of these iPod minis...?"
Best things about this back cover:
- For some reason I'm imagining the first two lines here being spoken in the voice of Darth Vader.
- "... and all her womanhood pushed out to him in her warm full breasts": so it's a lactation fetish novel. Cool.
- "... and the women caught in the tempest ... of the tempestuous novel ... that I mentioned at the beginning of this sentence ... what? I like the word 'tempest.' Get off my back."
God, it was good to be alive, in the country, on a night like this. He began to sing gaily. Suddenly he realized what he was singing:
"Then we snuggle in the corner,
An' there's no fire any warmer
Than your mouth all sweet and rosy . . ."
He pulled up with a jerk.
Those are odd lyrics to masturbate to, but ... whatever floats your boat, Man of Parts.
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