{"id":1759,"date":"2008-11-09T06:32:00","date_gmt":"2008-11-09T06:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1759"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:30:11","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:30:11","slug":"death-at-their-elbows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1759","title":{"rendered":"Death At Their Elbows!"},"content":{"rendered":"

In TadMack’s post below<\/a>, she mentions Jen’s great post over at ForeWord<\/a> about fostering a love of books and reading in children. My mother was highly successful in that regard, for which I’m sure she is eternally happy; but I’m not sure she would expect my love of books to extend to a fondness for cheesy and antiquated book titles.<\/p>\n

Where’s this coming from, you ask? Well, one of the projects keeping me from blogging this week is a commissioned holiday card for the most excellent artist, Jim Rosenau<\/a>. He creates sculptures from old books, and as a result, he’s also got a rather large collection of old, musty dust jackets. For the holiday card, I’ve carved a linoleum block with an interesting quote (“No furniture so charming as books”) which I will print over the dust jackets–everyone will therefore have a rather different version of the card. (Usually we printmakers call that an edition variée, but this is so variée I’m not sure it qualifies).<\/p>\n

\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266547915145760210\"<\/a>Anyway, some of these book covers are HIGHLY amusing, so I decided to make a list of the best ones and keep it here for posterity. Clearly Mr. Rosenau has a talent for collecting these.<\/p>\n