I love the work of Boris Vallejo, and have since I was a small child. My local library had the hard cover versions of all of the Edgar Rice Burroughs novels, except for a few. They were all some faux-leather-bound books that were the size of a paperback, and had the cover images pasted onto the covers. All-in-all, a very cheap affair, but those paintings made them worth a ton to me.
Those Tarzan covers are great. They remind me a touch of the uber-masculine, almost fetishistic effect of the Conans. I think Conan was my first literary crush partly because of those covers. I wanted to be one of the wenches swooning in his embrace haha.
(This post was last modified: 07-25-2019, 09:18 PM by Plenty O’Toole.)
When I was a child, I loved The Wind In The Willows. E.H. Shepard created some really great illustrations for the book that capture so well the spirit of the work.
"Yeah. I understand the mechanics of it, shithead. I just don't understand how this is any less retarded than what I'm suggesting." - Kiley; Housebound.
I'm not posting this ironically, I love the way this book looked sitting there in the library — daring me to read it. It is supposedly the favorite book of serial killers and such, but I just found it to be a tortured look at a guy who is odd, and way too honest about it.