Something struck me the other day looking at the cover of a book I read last year. It's Black Juice, a collection of dark fantasy tales by Australian author Margot Lanagan. Here's the cover, with a sinister woman on it:
And here's every-prize-but-the-Nobel-winning Canadian author Margaret Atwood:
In other news, i recently visited a Borders for the first time in a while. I remember when this shop opened in Adelaide, my home city: it was huge, and had a vast array of books. Now it has many, many fewer books, and seems to be all about expensive magazines, coffee and DVDs. Apparently this is normal operating practise for this chain. In any case, I was looking around, and couldn't help but notice that the entire shop had only two (2) books by Chekhov, one (1) book by Patricia Highsmith, and five (5) whole frigging shelves of books by 'Robert Ludlum'.
This made me quite angry, and I inadvertently said aloud, "Well, fuck you, Borders!", at which point a woman near me browsing the Alexander McCall Smiths gave a start and darted away.