[There'll be an article in tomorrow's Toronto Star Ideas section that highlights the contest and includes some of the covers you sent in! Check it out, and remember to vote if you haven't already, by SENDING AN EMAIL at the link below! Clear favourites are starting to emerge.]
I bumped this up to remind you to , and to send you to this link where someone has done something similar, except exactly opposite: taking existing romance covers and providing them with new titles. Funny as HELL!
Well, you guys rock. Thanks for sending in. I can’t obviously choose all of the entries, and there were many many more, but I tried to pull out a representative sample and include some new ones you haven’t seen yet as well as those already posted. Here’s how it will go: by Friday you should send me your top three picks from this list, in order of preference, to . I’m headed to Ontario for a family visit as of Saturday morning, but I’ll tally over the weekend while I’m away and try to post something for Monday of next.
The entries you haven’t seen are at the top and all the others are thrown in below. I’ll release the names of the designers after the contest is over. If you don’t want your name attached to your entry, . Choose wisely!
[All the entries are after the jump at the "more" link below]
Ah, no one knows the beauty of a good pinot like Thomas Pynchon…
Personally, I think Leonard might have approved of this cover…
The horror… the horror…
This one wrote itself, methinks.
I didn’t see this coming, but the blurb pulls it all together.
For all your unspeakably evil puzzle needs…
Again, the title just loaned itself out, dinit?
I laughed, I cried, I plotzed.
Poor Margaret really gets it today. But her titles do lend themselves rather well to this exercise.
I like how this one alludes to the one above. A series!
Of course, this is from her other series, currently in it’s four millionth printing.
A little something for the kids.
Ah, remember when I said to take it to the edge? Herewith: The Edge.
I really truly didn’t see this one coming. It was like a punch in the gut. Which is how you know it’s good satire. The endorsement blurb is especially telling.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, may actually be my favourite so far. I love it on so many levels it almost makes me weep with gratitude that it was sent in. Cormac’s The Road as parenting book. I’m just so happy.
Poor Margaret Laurence is getting picked on, but as Canada’s reigning queen of required high school reading, you can see why. Here we see The Diviners in a whole new light. One shone under the chin at a campfire. A sort of Blair Witch Laurence.
I know I’m supposed to laugh at this one, but dolls really do creep me out. Yeesh. I like how this an the last have those ubiquitous Stephen King blurbs.
And I don’t even know what to make of this next one, but it’s creepy too.
Sinclair Ross’s pious prairie classic as home repair manual.
This is just wrong on so many different levels.
And on a more “serious” note: Canadian policiatl memoir as pulp scifi. Nice.
This one made me laugh out loud.
Finding love through the short story. It’s the “with Constance Garnett” part that cracks me up.
A roll in the hay? Ah, from the straight-up het romance ouvre of Anne Marie MacDonald… I particularly like the naked dude in the itchy straw. Who could forget the kinky shoulderblade sex scene? Nice touch.
Does this one need any introduction?
A political confederacy…
A classic for helping your children to learn about existential crisis.
Cormac McCarthy as Gay Porn
Yann Martel as 1970’s Cookbook
Experimental poetry book Eunoia as self-help/business management guide