For those of you whose bookshelves were making too much sense - The Weird Book Room.
I think I need to get a copy of “How to Survive a Robot Uprising.”
For those of you whose bookshelves were making too much sense - The Weird Book Room.
I think I need to get a copy of “How to Survive a Robot Uprising.”
I’ve seen The Platypus of Doom, and have brought it up on this Board before. And I’ve just been reading about the Handbook of Hanging
A lot of these books have been nominated for that weird title contest. Interesting to see what they look like in person.
The Bible Cure For Irritable Bowel Syndrome? The Haunted Vagina? Bwah?
Let’s put this over in the reading room in Cafe Society.
twickster, MPSIMS moderator
Never heard of that, but I’ve read (and met the author of) The Anteater of Death.
I’m disappointed that they only put a portion of the title of How To Good-Bye Depression If You Constrict Anus 100 Times Everyday: Malarkey? Or Effective Way?. Apparently, the author (who is Japanese) intentionally used a computer program to translate it. The back cover blurb reads:
I went to a writers workshop as the author of The Platypus of Doom. Which is a pretty good book for its time. It’s four novelettes, BTW.
The Platypus of Doom
The Armadillo of Destruction
The Aardvark of Despair
The Clam of Catastrophe
Cover was a very good writer but not a commercial success with those wild anything-could-happen stories*. He ran an sf bookstore for 30 years and wrote lots of novels in other peoples’ universes instead.
Rebellious Wives and Slacker Husbands: What’s Wrong with the Modern Home?
You gotta love that this came out in 1943. How many homes even had a husband and a wife present in the middle of WW2?
Actually, since any such husbands were not in the service and their wives probably out doing defense work, I sorta see the Reverend’s point.
There isn’t enough time to put together the music for all the fantastic band names that are coming to mind…
Thanks, Le Ministre de l’au-delà, for the biggest laugh I’ve had in weeks! I think I was having jags off and on for fifteen minutes… and I’m still laughing!