Matte finish. Gloss finish. Trade Paper. Casewrap. Cloth with Dust Jacket. Photos. Engravings. Imaging. Fonts. Colors.
The woeful world of the independent (read: shoestring budget) publisher is full of decisions, decisions, decisions. There is always the choice of:
- Figure out what a book cover should look like.
- Go Fishing.
Alas and alack, the fishing around Boston is the pits. I admit I'm spoiled. Growing up on the western tip of Long Island, I had access to great beaches, great water and great surf casting. Flounder, Snappers (baby blue fish to the unitiated), the occassional monkfish, blowfish (surprisingly good in garlic) and the occasional shark or striped bass, the fishing was great. Here in Boston, the beaches are gravely, the water murky and the fish are mutants.
So I play around with books a lot. And books need covers. While I've done the past books as reproductions, I have to admit that some look good and some look, well, like really old books. Some old book covers lend themselves to a nice new cover and some are so murky they look like mutant Boston fish.
Two books in the works worked out well (I couldn't resist that double whatever you call it) are Cabinet Construction by Brough and Furniture Making by Griffith:
Both covers are for casewrap books, Griffith with matte and Brough, who knows? I'm waiting on proof copies.
As Mr. Tanner has pointed out, some old book covers just look like old book covers when they're reproduced. In fact, many of the books I'm currently working on have boring covers that don't lend themselves to reproduction. It's the Boston Mutant Fish syndrome at work.
So what's a frustrated surf caster to do? Woe. Alack. Alas.
In the end, there is always a solution to any problem. Mine is to feed the cats and make supper for us. Maybe rice penni pasta with bolognese sauce and chicken-apple sausage. That's for us. The cats get Science Diet.
Ain't blogging a wonderful place to shoot the breeze?
Till next, Gary