enough penguins, already

So I'm going to wrap up this week with just a couple more covers - otherwise this blog is going to turn into something that it's not intended to be (whatever that is). And I felt that I had to escape from the penguins. But it's not been easy. I've had to search high and low through my bookshelves to find anything that I was prepared to post up here.

This is quite charming, isn't it? Complete with its tea cup stain. But it comes from another age - 1960 to be exact (that was before sexual intercourse began, according to Philip Larkin). Because we had loftier ideals then: educating Johnny foreigner (and no, not that one). Here's what it says in the introduction:

"English books are written for the English, who have spoken English since they began to speak, and have read English since they began to read. They are not written for the foreigner.

In every school in the world in which foreigners are learning English, the teacher is crying out for books that will bring to the foreigner who is learning English some of the pleasure that the English classics bring to the English boy and girl."

Still, never mind, the summer of love would be coming along soon. And speaking of love, here's another cover from 1960:

With a wrapper designed by Adrian Bailey, it's "the story of a boy's physical infatuation with a girl whom he does not love".

And thus an empire was lost (if my father was to be believed).

Comments

[Ben]

The typography on A Kind Of Loving is odd. Great, but odd.

PS I'm listening to Harvest Moon as i write.

[davidthedesigner]

What better way to start a Friday morning, eh Ben?