Future Specs
Sometimes when there’s not a whole lot happening at the library I look at covers like this one and speculate. I think about trends, and how what’s seriously uncool one decade will suddenly be the height of fashion the next. I think about the 1980s (and, let’s face it, the early 90s) and how big hair and fonts like the one on this cover were seen as particularly hip. Then I wonder about the future. I wonder if someday, in the future, this hairstyle and this font and, oh what the hey, maybe wearing big baggy gray t-shirts like this one, maybe all of that will become cool again. And maybe some kid will go wandering through our fiction stacks, see the jacket on this book, and be inspired to read it.
Maybe.
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About Betsy Bird
Betsy Bird is currently the Collection Development Manager of the Evanston Public Library system and a former Materials Specialist for New York Public Library. She has served on Newbery, written for Horn Book, and has done other lovely little things that she'd love to tell you about but that she's sure you'd find more interesting to hear of in person. Her opinions are her own and do not reflect those of EPL, SLJ, or any of the other acronyms you might be able to name. Follow her on Twitter: @fuseeight.
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Tristan Elwell says
To satisfy my morbid curiosity, would it be possible to get an illustrator credit on that one?
Melissa W. says
She looks like she just burped.
“Oops. ‘Scuse me!”
Fuse #8 says
1991 – Michael Conway. Though in Mr. Conway’s defense, I see a lot of 1991 covers. This is pretty much on par with the lot. It was not a good hair time for the nation.
Tristan Elwell says
Thanks, I was hoping it was someone I knew so I could tease them mercilessly (no such luck). Not that I don’t have a few similar skeletons in my own closet, mind you…