
In brief, Queenan believes that ugly covers have scared him away from otherwise great reading.
"For the longest time I wondered why it took me so long to get around to reading certain books in my personal library."
He continues,
When I was in high school, the assigned version of [Arthur] Miller’s seminal play [Death of a Salesman] had a grim, depressing, green-and-brown cover depicting a stubby, doomed man with his back to the viewer, clutching two suitcases filled with merchandise for which no buyer could possibly be found. I was living in a subpar neighborhood at the time, and my dad was out of work, so it never seemed like that play was going to be as uplifting as The Black Arrow. So I never read it. A few years ago, when the Whitney Museum of American Art mounted an exhibition of postwar art that turned out to include some famous book covers--The Catcher in the Rye, Catch-22, Soul on Ice--I avoided the museum until the show closed.[more]
Spurred by this recollection, I recently scrutinized my library to see how many unread books had disgusting covers. The results were staggering.
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