Another book I have no intention of reading is Charlotte Roche's widely panned Wetlands, about a woman obsessed with consuming her own bodily excretions (as well as inserting various foreign objects into every available aperture). It came out in hardback English translation in February, and as noted at the Bookseller Crow, has been rushed into softcover four months later with indecent haste. In the process, the cover has gone from this:
If ever you want to discourage readers from picking up a book, make sure you include the words 'Marmite' and 'haemorrhoids' on the cover.
I note that Wetlands has also been turned into a play, as though people weren't already staying away from the theatre in droves. If you still enjoy a night out at a live performance, these rehearsal photos should pretty much put a stop to that.
The Bookseller Crow, by the way, also has the perfect wrapping paper for when giving a copy of the new Dan Brown to a friend.