Sex in the Middle East

Sex and the Citadel is an upcoming (January 2013) non-fiction account of the changing sexual lives of men and women in the Arab countries. Given the usual Middle Eastern book cover cliches, you might expect some variation on pictures of headscarves and perhaps a phallic rifle or two. Fortunately, publisher Chatto & Windus have gone in a very different direction, taking a traditional Arabic design and slightly tweaking it to give it a more labial feel...

The original design that I believe inspired the cover

The US edition (Pantheon) has a proposed cover that's slightly less daring, though it's not finalised, by Peter Mendelsund...

Reich's Orgasmatron

I just came across this marvellous cover for a book about noted psychoanalyst and nutter Wilhelm Reich, creator of the "orgone energy accumulator" (an insulated box for the witless to sit in and delude themselves that they are accumulating sexual energy for general health benefits) and the similarly useless "cloudbuster". The cover design is the work of Marina Drukman, and is great! (Bear in mind that Reich advocated his patients take off their clothes while he touched them during sessions.)

Click for bigger version; published by Fourth Estate

Slowly Spinning to a Stop

US edition: Random House

Science fiction tends to have as its characters the most important people in the world: they’re the scientists who make the big discovery, the heroes who save the universe, the time travellers who change history, the survivors of apocalypse who build a new world from the ruins. This is reasonable enough: if a good working definition of science fiction is that it changes something about the world or the universe, and then logically pursues the consequences, then it makes sense to have as your heroes and villains the people who are central to that change.

But there’s another kind of science fiction which can be extremely powerful, and it’s something not many writers have explored. It takes a more domestic view, one where the world has been changed, and where the story is that of completely ordinary people living their lives in that world, trying to make a go of it. A particularly powerful example from a couple of years ago is I Have Waited, and You Have Come by Martine McDonagh. Another is about to be published: The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker.

“We did not sense at first the extra time, bulging from the smooth edge of each day like a tumor blooming beneath the skin.”

UK edition: Simon & Schuster

Miracles’s central conceit is an unlikely one—the Earth’s rotation suddenly starts to slow, dramatically increasing the length of day and night. (Walker was inspired by the fact that the 2004 Boxing Day earthquake slowed the Earth’s rotation by a fraction of a second.) Days lengthen by minutes, then hours, then double and triple in length.

“By the end of November, our days had stretched to forty hours.”

Society begins to mutate and fail, ecosystems begin to crash, and the cyclic patterns the human brain is used to, and relies on, are disrupted further and further. This would make for an elegant disaster novel on its own. But Walker has something else in mind. The Age of Miracles is in many ways a classic coming-of-age novel, about a teenaged girl trying not to lose her friends, to deal with crushes, to cope with her parents and her changing body. It’s just that she has to do all of this in a world that is slowly, inexorably changing and falling apart.

Teenagers are famously bad at clearly imagining their futures, and frequently take the sort of risks only people who feel immortal would take. Even in the face of global cataclysm, how much would that change? If you have trouble thinking of what to do when you grow up, how much does it matter if you’re not sure if you—or anyone else—will actually make it to a few more birthdays? Elegaic and bleak, Walker’s novel (her first) is finely written and very compelling.

A heartening quantity of excellent science fiction has been written recently by writers who are not normally seen as SF writers, such as Colson Whitehead, Ben Marcus, Julie Myerson and Cormac McCarthy. That almost all of these works have been apocalyptic in nature is both intriguing and, to a troubled devourer of end-of-the-world stories like myself (see here  and, indeed, all of these posts). Even if most of the readers of these books refuse to see them as science fiction, not wanting to find themselves in that particular literary ghetto, it’s heartening to see writers like Walker crossing genre boundaries with such aplomb, and expanding the world for their readers—even if they take them into some very dark places.


This also leads to cover designs that try their damnedest not to look like covers for SF books: see the two examples here. I have no problem with that--many SF covers are awful, after all--but it would be nice to think that the motive was aesthetic rather than literary gtenre snobbery.

[For more information on the physics of what might happen if the Earth were to stop rotating, see here.]

Mister and Missus: Update

A quick update to the remarkable conjoined Evan S. Conell Mrs Bridge and Mr Bridge books: I stole these pictures from the Twitter feed of book producer Ilaria Rovera, who made the lovely design work of Thomas Heatherwick and Claire Mason a physical reality.

 

Sadly Not Sans Comic Sans

The late Mordecai Richler was one of Canada's great modern writers--a genuinely funny comic novelist capable of deeply moving work. I started with his Barney's Version (read the book, don't see the misguided movie version), got hooked and worked my way back in time though his earlier books.

Just the other day I encountered a set of covers from McClelland & Stewart for his backlist. Oh dear. Somebody decided that badly kerned Comic Sans would be the perfect font for these otherwise classy-looking books. I don't know how that happened.

It's unfortunate, because there's actually a very nice typeface designed and named in Richler's honour, which would have done splendidly...

While we're on Richlers, any time his daughter, Emma, wants to put out her third novel, I'll be buying it.

Illustrated Man Illustrated

Sorry about the week-long gap--I've been busy with real-world stuff, as well as being disappointed with Prometheus. Today I see that Ray Bradbury has died. Now I'm (whispers) not the biggest Bradbury fan, though he seems to have been a lovely chap. His writing has lots of good ideas, but its sentimental folksiness grates a bit on me. However, this seems as good a time as ever to post these covers I discovered a couple of weeks ago: three designs by Adam Johnson for the Harper Perennial Modern Classics editions of three of his best books. Click for bigger versions.

We've seen Johnson's work round these parts before: see his beautiful paper stand-ups photos for a number of classic short story selections.