dust jackets are among my all-time favourites. They are the prizes in my rusting-paint-dust-jacket-design-collection. Something about the rough, metaphor-rich connection between rust, paint, truth and literary criticism that really satisfies. Here’s the latest Canadian addition to this exclusive club. It’s a thing of beauty.
If anything of Coetzee has rubbed off on Guriel, then some scales are likely to fall from our eyes.
The dedication is a lovely start:for Sonya Tomas for putting up with my pigheadedness and for Carmine Starnino for encouraging it.