Even sadder, many don’t know what they don’t know.
|The people who published books with these terrible covers want to advise you. Don't let them.|
- I attended the Paier School of Art (now Paier College of Art) on Saturday afternoons while in third and fourth grade. I did very well with still life, but not with people. We were taught that human beings should be "7-1/2 heads tall." No one in my family looked like that.
- I drew lots of very fine planes, helicopters, cars and ships in fifth grade.
- I had a mandatory course in printing in eighth grade. I learned and remember about points, picas, en quads and em quads. I can even pick type from a California Job Case, arrange the letters, punctuation and leading into a composing stick, fill up a galley, print a page, and put the type back in the case.
- I enrolled in a course called “advertising art production” in a community college so I could sit near a girl I had the hots for (and learned about thumbnails, roughs, serifs, white space and more). "Nina" and I worked on some projects together and had sex together. She also had sex with the instructor and with two of my friends (not at the same time). One time she and the instructor and I had a stoned three-way. Nina was very good at art and at sex. The story is in here.
- I was an award-winning advertising copywriter who worked closely with art directors (inflated title!). In creating an ad there is normally a rivalry between the writer and the “A.D.” Unlike other writers, I was usually willing to cut my copy to make room for bigger illustrations because I realized that almost no one reads the body copy in an advertisement. Headlines, however, are important.
- I'm a pretty good photographer. My pix have been published in books, newspapers and magazines. I even remember how to develop film.
- My Halloween costumes always win awards. In 1982 I won "best man" and "best woman."
- I have published 20-something books, and many have very nice covers. Some of the covers were done in partnership with a professional artist, and some I did myself. One of my amateur covers earned a compliment from a professional book designer.
- The flames on my book's cover imply burning books. I’m certainly not suggesting that any books — even really ugly books — be burned. The flames symbolize my feeling of intense outrage: I wish that ugly books did not exist.
- No More Ugly Books! should help.
|The California Job Case was an instrument of torture for young teenage boys.|