Or not.
Tag: books
It is time to regale you with an amusing onslaught of altered–or totally made up–and absolutely inappropriate children’s book covers, because they are apparently a thing, and they’re crazy funny. Mostly. Some are a little disturbing, most are offensive. If you in any way were under the illusion that I take this blog seriously, this should nip that in the bud–or butt–once and for all. And yes, some of pretty much all of these are offensive in one way or another, so if you don’t get annoyed, outraged, or scandalized right away, be patient: your turn is coming.
Bad Kids Books: Fire!
It is time to regale you with an amusing onslaught of altered–or totally made up–and absolutely inappropriate children’s book covers, because they are apparently a thing, and they’re crazy funny. Mostly. Some are a little disturbing, most are offensive. If you in any way were under the illusion that I take this blog seriously, this should nip that in the bud–or butt–once and for all. And yes, some of pretty much all of these are offensive in one way or another, so if you don’t get annoyed, outraged, or scandalized right away, be patient: your turn in coming.
Bad Kids Books: Billy
It is time to regale you with an amusing onslaught of altered–or totally made up–and absolutely inappropriate children’s book covers, because they are apparently a thing, and they’re crazy funny. Mostly. Some are a little disturbing, most are offensive. If you in any way were under the illusion that I take this blog seriously, this should nip that in the bud–or butt–once and for all. And yes, some of pretty much all of these are offensive in one way or another, so if you don’t get annoyed, outraged, or scandalized right away, be patient: your turn in coming.
It is time to regale you with an amusing onslaught of altered–or totally made up–and absolutely inappropriate children’s book covers, because they are apparently a thing, and they’re crazy funny. Mostly. Some are a little disturbing, most are offensive. If you in any way were under the illusion that I take this blog seriously, this should nip that in the bud–or butt–once and for all. And yes, some of pretty much all of these are offensive in one way or another, so if you don’t get annoyed, outraged, or scandalized right away, be patient: your turn in coming.
Bad Kids Book:
It is time to regale you with an amusing onslaught of altered–or totally made up–and absolutely inappropriate children’s book covers, because they are apparently a thing, and they’re crazy funny. Mostly. Some are a little disturbing, most are offensive. If you in any way were under the illusion that I take this blog seriously, this should nip that in the bud–or butt–once and for all. And yes, some of pretty much all of these are offensive in one way or another, so if you don’t get annoyed, outraged, or scandalized right away, be patient: your turn in coming.
Bad Kids Books: Baby Shake
It is time to regale you with an amusing onslaught of altered–or totally made up–and absolutely inappropriate children’s book covers, because they are apparently a thing, and they’re crazy funny. Mostly. Some are a little disturbing, most are offensive. If you in any way were under the illusion that I take this blog seriously, this should nip that in the bud–or butt–once and for all. And yes, some of pretty much all of these are offensive in one way or another, so if you don’t get annoyed, outraged, or scandalized right away, be patient: your turn in coming.
They’re All Dead
I’m getting ready to regale you with an amusing onslaught of altered–or totally made up–and absolutely inappropriate children’s book covers, because they are apparently a thing, and they’re crazy funny. Mostly. Some are a little disturbing, most are offensive…
But you get the idea. In the meantime, these are real. I thought they were fake, because they’re funny, but they’re real. The link is to an ad for the books, but if you click on ’em you’ll find a sample.

Vanity Fair Magazine has a great article on what might be the greatest book store in the world. I can’t say for sure–I’ve been to City Lights in San Francisco, Powell’s in Portland, and Rizzoli in New York City, but I’ve never been to Paris. I’m a book fetishist at heart–as fond of old volumes for their texture and scent as I am for what might be in them, and an absolute fiend for vintage pulp sci-fi paperback cover art. We have something like 10,000 books in our house, most of them on shelves but quite a few in boxes, waiting for their shot at daylight. Shakespeare’s gleams in the foggy distance like a beacon, a warm hearth in the murk. Someday….
Of course, Shakespeare’s is and was much more than a bookstore–think of it as an oasis for aspiring writers, heavily laden with a memories of Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and their beat brethren as well as earlier, even brighter luminaries like Hemingway, Pound, Fitzgerald, Stein and Eliot in their day–and a host of others before, betwixt, and after them.
Rather than reinterpret what has been said so well elsewhere, I’ve collected some links and photos of Shakespeare and Company, its owner, its history, and its place in the world as a literary mecca. I encourage you to indulge.
http://www.port-magazine.com/fashion/sylvia/
http://flavorwire.com/242735/books-booze-and-beds-10-legendary-haunts-of-artists-and-writers
http://thelabmagazine.com/2013/08/12/sylvia-whitman/
http://isak.typepad.com/isak/2009/03/shakespeare-and-company-revisited.html