Even though this blog is about judging book covers and not the books themselves, I’m still concerned I would literarily (not literally) crucified if I gave Walt Whitman’s singular masterpiece any less than an 8.
With a history as rich as Leaves of Grass, it’s had its share of iterations over the years, including the Creepy Uncle Walt edition:
But seriously, let’s talk about how great the original leather-bound cover is. Rich green coloring, pristine golden lettering, and even a note by Emerson on the spine reading, “I greet you at the beginning of a great career.” I wish I could get such a review.
I really love that his name is nowhere to be seen on the front cover, letting the poetry itself be the selling point, not the author or his creds. Le sigh. They just don’t make ‘me like they used to, huh?
I guess I’ll have to stick with my Creepy Uncle Walt paperback for now.