Apparently not.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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Very sexy. Makes you wonder what could be done with other classics.
Seriously, it’s God’s people vs the culture and the culture is winning.
Sexy, nothing. Where’s the red hair?
In the days when music was more commonly bought and sold on ‘compact discs’ than traded on Napster, one sometimes saw the album art for classical music follow the tactic (or is it the strategy?) seen here applied to classic literature. One recalls, with especial particularity, a certain Sarah Brightman CD cover. Such memories, percolating through one’s imagination over the course of years, may perhaps go some way (along with the character’s indomitable will and courage, evident zest for life, etc.) toward accounting for one’s affection (indeed, one’s downright preference), as a reader of Dr Percy’s Love in the Ruins, for Lola, the comely, Brahms-hissing cellist.
O HAI OFRA HARNOY
O MAI
I NO CAN HAZ CHEEZKAKE
Ignorance and vice all mixed up in one package!
Next up: the hot sexy version of Little Women. Beth dies of syphilis.
I saw a children’s nativity play at an Episcopal Church once where God told Mary to get pregnant.
This book is for young girls.
Avonlea is kids’ stuff.
One does wonder whether a new cover design might benefit the next printing of Alphonse.
Probably Surfing with Mel sold an extra copy or ten because its (virtual) cover sported a matinee idol’s People-magazine-certified visage.
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