I’ve been thinking quite a bit about book covers lately — less because I’ll produce anything worthy of one than how dreadful the covers of most academic books are.  You’d think the book-designing avant-garde would be thrilled to work with people unconcerned with sales or money, yet the best cover I’ve seen in ages still falls prey to put-a-giant-fingerprint on-a-book-about-fingerprints logic.

That said, it could be worse:

Had I access to my old laptop and its surplus of image manipulation software, you’d be treated to covers of novels entitled POISONED! featuring drowned bodies.

Or something like this.  (Only better.)