Cover Story: The Fair Fight, by Anna Freeman

Why do the UK versions of books get better covers than the American version? My latest evidence are the two covers of Anna Freeman’s The Fair Fight.

On the left is the American version, by Riverhead Books. On the right, you’ll see the UK version by Orion.

The American version, I thought, was too pretty for the character and story between the book’s covers. When I first read the description of Ruth Webber, I flipped back to the cover and felt some annoyance on Ruth’s behalf. The woman on the cover, with the part of her smile visible near the top, is not who Ruth is. The woman on the cover is flirty. Ruth is decidedly not flirty. The city depicted, too, is too remote for the Bristol in the novel. Our views of Bristol are always down in the streets, in the bad parts of town. It’s a nice enough cover, but it’s not accurate.

The UK edition, however, has a feistiness to it, a scrappiness that most of its characters share. It’s rough and violent, just like The Fair Fight‘s characters. Plus, it’s oodles more interesting than the American cover.

The American edition also has another problem that I’ve gotten more and more annoyed about in recent years. I am tired of seeing woman on book covers with their heads chopped off. I know they don’t show faces on covers much because the designers and publishers don’t want to interfere with a reader’s imagination. Still, it bothers me. This truncation makes visiting through bookstores feel like walking through the Reign of Terror.

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Cover Story, Part IV: Red Cavalry, by Isaac Babel

When I review public domain titles, I link to the generic entry on GoodReads and pick my favorite cover to put in my post. This hasn’t been an issue until I read Red Cavalry, by Isaac Babel. Red Cavalry was published in 1926, so it’s public domain in the United States. But I got an advanced reader copy of a reissue from Pushkin Press. I suppose I ought to have used the Pushkin Press cover, to give them a bit of cover advertising. I chose not to because the cover Pushkin Press is using didn’t fit what I read.

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2003 edition by W.W. Norton & Co.

I used this cover (at right) instead. The cover from the W.W. Norton edition uses Soviet propaganda, with blocky text for the title, author, etc. The red (and Red) cavalryman on the cover is crushing his opponents—and Ukraine—beneath his boots. The cavalryman is meant to be idealized, but he strikes me as incredibly sinister. This representation of a Red soldier captures the soldiers depicted in Babel’s stories and vignettes. I wrote about the unreconcilable divide in the men’s characters that I saw. These were men who did unspeakable things to their fellow human beings, but who would become nearly suicidal with grief if their horses were killed. The cavalryman on the cover looks savage, like the kind of person who could execute another person out of hand or violate a woman without a second thought. To me, Red Cavalry was a welter of these kinds of acts and brutality.

I had a quick look at the other editions listed on GoodReads and many of them are curiously bland. A few of them have soldiers on the cover. One had a picture of the author, which might be the worst choice. Isaac Babel, in most of his pictures, looks like a professor—the last man one would picture as a soldier. (See?) To my way of thinking, covers are not just advertisement; they prepare a reader for the experience they will have with the book. A good cover will put a reader in the right frame of mind.

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2015 Pushkin Press

The cover that Pushkin Press had designed for Red Cavalry tells a different story than Norton’s propaganda cover. Red hoof prints form a border around a pair of broken glasses. The metaphor I pick up on hints at Babel’s biography. Babel was a writer, one of the intelligentsia, before he was assigned to Semyon Budyonny‘s First Cavalry Army. The broken glasses signal, to me, that the experiences of the Polish-Soviet War broke him. The problem with this interpretation, however, is that there is no single first person narrator in Red Cavalry. The ‘I’ changes from story to story as Babel slips into different personae to tell the stories of his fellow soldiers. There is also no reflection on the time before the war. That kind of reflection doesn’t fit the collection. Everything in Red Cavalry is war or a direct result of the war. One gets the impression that there has always and will always be war.

I’m glad (sometimes) that the advanced reader copies I get arrive on my kindle looking like raw manuscripts. I won’t form hard notions of what I’m about to read. When I’m recommending books, though, I want the cover in my reviews to send signals to potential readers. Covers are meant to be judged, contrary to popular belief.

Turnabout is fair play

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Biersteker’s prototype. Image from The Guardian.

Artist Thijs Biersteker has created a book that won’t open unless it sees a “neutral expression” on its viewer’s face, reports Alison Flood for The Guardian. This was bound to happen, considering how many books we judge by their covers. If your face expresses an emotion other than calm blankness, this book will stay closed.

I’ve written before, at length, about book cover design. Book covers are advertisements, meant to entice potential readers to at least pick the book up and glance at the back cover or inside jacket flap to find out what the book’s about. Blogs on tumblr and elsewhere mock bad covers mercilessly.

It’s only fair that a book (art project) gets to judge us back. Biersteker has this to say about his project:

My aim was to create a book cover that is human and approachable hi-tech. If you approach the book, if you’re overexcited or your face shows a sceptical expression, the book will stay locked…But if your expression is neutral (no judgment) the system will send an audio pulse and the book will unlock itself. I often worry about my scepticism and judgement getting in the way of my amazement. Judgment should never hinder the relentless enthusiasm of seeing things for the first time. (http://thecoverthatjudgesyou.com/)

My first thought when I saw this story on The Guardian was, “This had better be a friggin’ fantastic book.” (My first reaction to most modern art is usually skeptical snark.) Then, I thought more about the artist’s objective.

I chose to read books based on their reviews and, sometimes, their reputations (as with my classics reading project). I only see covers when the book arrives on my kindle or in my local library. Unless the cover is particularly amazing, I rarely look at the cover again. What makes me skeptical about books is overuse of tropes or pointed criticism in the reviews. Perhaps Thijs Biersteker’s project isn’t for me?

No, that sounds too smug.

Biersteker has a point about not letting a first impression get in the way of something great. (“This had better be a friggin’ fantastic book.”) This book isn’t about books. The original expression isn’t about books, either. It’s about prejudice. Biersteker just ran with the idiom.

Still, I will absolutely judge books with covers like this:

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Cover Story, Part III: When the Doves Disappeared

This analysis of the cover of When the Doves Disappeared contains spoilers. Caveat lector. 

Every now and then, a brilliantly designed cover will capture my attention just as much as the book’s contents. I’m not talking about merely beautiful covers. A brilliant cover will make a browser take a second look, hint at the book’s contents but give nothing away, and show originality in a market of covers that tend to blur into one another after a while.

The cover for When the Doves Disappeared, by Sofi Oksanen, designed by Kelly Blair, is brilliant. The colors are somber, as befits a book about Estonia in World War II. The cut out of a dove recalls the German soldiers’ habit of capturing and eating pigeons in Tallinn. What makes this cover brilliant, however, is the man facing away from the cover and facing us at the same time.

When the Doves Disappeared is really the story of Edgar Parts. Though the first part of the book tells the story of his wife and cousin, their stories circle Edgar’s. The last part of the book lets us into Edgar’s world. We see what motivates him (fear of discovery, for the most part) and what he likes and dislikes, but you can’t say that you really know him. Over the course of the book, Edgar changes sides twice. The cutout on the cover splits the faceless man into three segments, echoing Edgar’s transformations from NKVD officer, to German catspaw, and back to a loyal Soviet Estonian citizen. After the War, Edgar will go to desperate lengths to hide his past working for the Germans—symbolized by the segment of the cover where the man is facing away. The eye that peers so seriously out from the cover is Edgar watching for any hint of suspicious and covering his tracks.

The story of When the Doves Disappeared is there for everyone to see on the book’s cover, but it will only make sense after you finish reading it. Then the meaning becomes so apparent it’s a wonder you didn’t spot it sooner.

Cover Story: HHhH, by Laurent Binet

Once again, the British and American editions of a book have radically different covers. And, as usual, the British cover is better. (At least, I think it’s better.)

Here is the British cover of HHhH, by Laurent Binet, the one I used in my review of the book:

This cover takes a portrait of Reinhard Heydrich, the subject of the book and the target of Operation Anthropoid, and blurs his face. The cover says to me how impossible it is to clearly see the past. Binet agonizes about getting the story right. We can fill in a lot of details with the historic record, but we can’t really know the people behind the history.

The blurring also makes Heydrich just that much more sinister—to me at least. This cover fits the story much better than the American one.

Speaking of, here it is:

This cover removes Heydrich as the focus. The parachutists—no doubt representing the assassins, Gabčik and Kubiš—are tiny figures. The letters of the title are written in what makes me think of Soviet futurism. You have to know what the letters mean in order to catch the meaning. (HHhH stands for “Himmlers Hirn heißt Heydrich”: Himmler’s brain is called Heydrich.) The letters made me think of buildings—but not the medieval buildings of Prague, where the novel/not-novel takes place.

I’m probably over thinking this, but I tend to do that about artwork. I blame the fact that I was raised by an art history major.

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After I finish writing a book review, I always post an excerpt and a link on the book’s page over at GoodReads. Because GoodReads is home to readers from around the world, finding the right edition can be tricky. The upside of this complication is that I get to see the UK and the US covers for the book. I’ve written before about how a cover can change your expectations of a book’s tone, and I have another example to share.

Here is the US cover of The True and Splendid History of the Harristown Sisters, by Michelle Lovric:

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And here is the UK edition’s cover:

 

On the UK cover, Manticory Swiney—the narrator of the novel—is only sister on the cover. Her expression is not a happy one, but the color of her hair brightens things. The US cover shows Manticory in her place as the middle sister. The cover is dark, ominous—much closer to the tone of the book. I love the Art Deco design of the US edition, too. (Though, I’m normally more of an Art Nouveau kind of gal.)

I think if I had only the UK cover to go on, I would have been more frustrated with Manticory as a character. She is dominated by her oldest sister throughout the novel. She often gets lost in the crowd with her six siblings. Because she is the narrator, The True and Splendid History of the Harristown Sisters may seem like Manticory’s story. But the US edition cover reminds us that the book is really about all seven Swiney sisters.

A compendium of copycat covers

There are an infinite number of possible book covers. There is a somewhat smaller number of good book covers. It was inevitable that, given the number of books I come across, I would start to see some that were very similar to others.

Dutch angles! They’ve been around forever, but it’s starting to get out of control.

Scribbles!

The title is too big!

Torn covers!

When I browse through the coming soon lists, covers like these give me serious déjà vu. These categories don’t even take into account book covers that have similar color schemes, layouts, and fonts. As I looked for covers to put this post together, I found myself finding new cliches that I could have included (black feathers falling on a pastel background, broken glass incorporated into the title, dark figures walking down a road, covers with so much going on in the background that I couldn’t actually read the title, etc.) This post could have been huge!

A tale of two covers

I judge books by their covers. I admit it. That’s what a cover is for. It’s an advertisement for the book. Other than that, however, I don’t give much thought to book covers. At least, I didn’t until I got a look at the two covers for Fiona McFarlane’s The Night Guest

This is the first cover I saw:

It’s menacing and interesting. The human in the bed in the tiger’s mouth looks terribly vulnerable. This is the second cover I saw, the Australian edition:

It strikes a completely different tone. The style, the brighter colors, and the fact that you can only see the tiger’s paw makes it less threatening somehow. Sure, you wouldn’t want a tiger creeping into your house. But this version doesn’t scream “Doom!” the way the American edition does.

When I saw both covers together, it got me to thinking how the covers shaped my expectations of The Night Guest. I’ll never know what my impression would have been if I’d only seen the Australian cover. You might argue and remind me that there’s only one text. I would counter, as a good English major would, that a single text can support multiple interpretations. I know that I found Frida Young to be a menacing character right off the bat. I didn’t associate her with the tiger, per se, but I did recognize her as a threat to our protagonist, Ruth. Would a less overtly frightening cover allow me to be gulled by Frida as Ruth was? It’s an interesting, but unanswerable question.

Why You Shouldn’t Judge Books By Their Covers. Or Maybe You Should. One of the Two.

This week’s tempest in a teapot is Faber’s new cover for the fiftieth anniversary edition of Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. Book covers have come up a lot in the last few months on the book blogs and news sites that I follow. (My favorite take on book covers is Jim Hines’ ongoing skewering of sexist book covers, in which the female characters appear with possible scoliosis so that they can show off their breasts and their derrieres.) But back to the main point. Faber’s new cover for The Bell Jar has been described as being more appropriate for chick lit books, not for a seminal work of feminist literature. Having looked at the new cover, I can see where the critics are coming from:

Looking at just the cover, would you expect this book to be about a women’s incarceration in a mental institution?

Everyone knows the old adage about judging books, but I’m a cover judger from way back. I don’t think we can help it. Book covers (when they’re done right) clue us in to the tone of the book and the intended audience. (Perhaps Faber is trying to snag readers who wouldn’t pick up The Bell Jar under it’s more tone-appropriate covers? You can see a few of the other versions in this Google search.)

To be honest, the more I think about that old adage, the less I think it applies to actual books. It’s just a metaphor. Book covers are advertisements. Some are clearly more successful than others. I suspect that critics and readers are getting so het up about this cover is because the book is such an important work and having it even remotely associated with chick lit is an insult. (Not to knock chick lit but, you know.) You have to wonder what the art department was trying to achieve with this cover.

I’ve read blog posts by authors that discuss the cover design process. It’s a tricky thing. The artist has to encapsulate the book in just one image. If you’re a well known (and living) author, it can be a collaboration. My favorite explanation of the process comes from Chip Kidd, possible the most famous book artist there is:

As usual, I think the critics are overreacting to The Bell Jar‘s new cover. But the debate does raise some interesting points to ponder. Because I read more ebooks than printed these days, I’ve found that covers matter less to me now that I make a habit of downloading the samples before I buy. For me, covers are now more of a memory aid than anything else, reminding me of the reviews I read months before in Publishers’ Weekly or Library Journal. Because I read on an iPad, bad covers don’t bother me as much anymore because I hardly see them. (And because I don’t have to worry about people judging me when I’m seen reading books with bad covers.)