Arrived home today to a wee jiffy bag with two dust jackets. I think this is the finalised design for the cover, and if it is I'm well chuffed with it. The paper has a matt finish, slightly textured (like the proofs but not quite as gorgeously tactile), and the black lettering is embossed and glossy, almost metallic sleek -- like, I dunno, evil oil
. I did really like the white-hot title on the ARC's but I love the look they've come up with for it here. I can't help thinking that Vellum
would look great as a tattoo running down the inside of my left forearm (leaving the right one free for Ink
, of course). Hell, I could be a walking advert during the summer months... assuming Glasgow is ever actually hot enough for me to shed my usual five layers of t-shirts, tops and various jackets.
... it has my picture on the inside back cover. OK, that may be a reason for everybody else to not
buy the book, but it'll give me endless narcissistic pleasure.
Labels: The Book of All Hours