Here was
a bit of fun from the making of this book.
The cover art was compiled from actual 1970s artifacts I had lying
about, augmented with some credible relics that were close enough. It represents the materialism of the 1970s
period without having to depict actual people, so that a reader's images of Jon
and Jeanne, though their descriptions are reasonably complete in the text, can
be of anyone and not be bound by human images on the cover (don't you hate
when book covers warp your perception like that?). Besides, it's about as individual and unique
as anything could be, since so much of the objects in the illustration are
unique in the world.
From the
top right corner, proceeding clockwise, here are some details about what's seen.
1. The
ring is my daughter Mary's. It
is brown and embellished with gold glitter.
Being blonde as well Jeanne might have preferred this very 1970s colour scheme. I actually wore this on my little finger for
a while and when someone asked me why I replied, 'When a cute blonde girl gives
you a ring, you wear it.'
2. The
handwritten paper on Kant is from Mary, whose handwriting is an excellent
example of a slightly-distracted high-school student's work. It is feminine, though she writes very fast
at times, almost sloppy. I do keep a
file of my kids' important schoolwork, poetry and short stories but chose this
because I liked the subject matter.
3. The
guitar plectrum is mine; it is very old and worn. All my guitar cases tend to be swimming in
old picks. Aside from guitar I have
nearly always played bass with a pick, like Paul McCartney, Philip Lynott and
Chris Squire. Bass-guitar strings, being
thick, tend to take their toll on a plastic plectrum; about the only thing I
know to be harder on one is when a lead-guitar player uses the edge to catch
false harmonics (especially on higher strings) and gradually gouges it.
4. The strawberry stickers are featured in the text (see Chapter 2) but these were were cut out of paper
rather than stamped. At some time I will
be offering authentic stickers and much else besides (keep in touch with the
blog to see when!).
The hall pass and tickets I explain in another place.
The hall pass and tickets I explain in another place.
5. I think the
purple ponytail ring belongs my daughter Rachel, from when she was little.
6. The
little nickel-plated locket I borrowed off Rachel's bedside table. It is only a simple little thing, something a
(female) friend gave her as a part of a more substantial gift long ago, and she
has rarely worn it. I thought it looked
a little childish, the sort of thing a girl keeps just because it connects her
with her childhood.
7. The
1974 silver Kennedy half-dollar is one I have had since it was new and is now the coin placed
under the mast step when my boat, which is a 1974 model, gets rigged and goes back
into the water (not every spring). This
is an old sailors' tradition, a form of payment to the gods against the fear of
having the mast break or come down. So
far, so good.
8. The
hair grips (aka 'bobby-pins') are from
the bathroom; they are the girls'. I did
not choose any of their 'blonde-coloured' ones as I am not sure they existed in
the 1970s.
9. The
printed matter under the hair grips is a tract about how to tell your boyfriend
'no' and still keep the relationship going.
It is really dated (late-1960s) and makes a quaint, if still relevant,
read. I have no idea how I came to have
it-- I believe it was stuck in the pages of some old book. It's very apropos because Jon and Jeanne will
face this very issue (and get past it, along with many others). We can presume Jeanne may have read such
things; but above all we must conclude that she knows what she is about on her
own.
10. The 'peace
sign' doodle is on a manila folder. In
the 1970s we did not carry spiral-bound notebooks in rucksacks. Most attentive students carried a three-ring
binder, the kind with the canvas-over-cardboard cover, as Jeanne has in Chapter 9.
The binders were not attractive and came in only a few dull colours with
no printed patterns.
The coolest guys would carry all handouts and assignments in a single manila folder, regardless of which classes they all belonged to (a perhaps feigned sense of disorganisation was appealing then, a kind of antiestablishment statement). Of course the folder got completely decorated in felt-tip pen and pencil over the course of many boring class periods. One would exchange the folder for a new one only when it got too full of doodles or stickers to add more, not because it became torn or fatigued. You could usually procure one from a teacher's supplies stash in the back of a classroom and so the practice was even financially expedient.
The biggest vulnerability came from when one of your rivals or mates would approach you from the back, tap the end of the folder near the top, and cause it to tip out all your papers onto the floor in a crowded corridor. Then you would have total strangers glimpsing all your drawings and homework assignments or just walking all over them and kicking them aside. This happened to me exactly once, in ninth year, and after that I was ever vigilant to the risk.
The coolest guys would carry all handouts and assignments in a single manila folder, regardless of which classes they all belonged to (a perhaps feigned sense of disorganisation was appealing then, a kind of antiestablishment statement). Of course the folder got completely decorated in felt-tip pen and pencil over the course of many boring class periods. One would exchange the folder for a new one only when it got too full of doodles or stickers to add more, not because it became torn or fatigued. You could usually procure one from a teacher's supplies stash in the back of a classroom and so the practice was even financially expedient.
The biggest vulnerability came from when one of your rivals or mates would approach you from the back, tap the end of the folder near the top, and cause it to tip out all your papers onto the floor in a crowded corridor. Then you would have total strangers glimpsing all your drawings and homework assignments or just walking all over them and kicking them aside. This happened to me exactly once, in ninth year, and after that I was ever vigilant to the risk.
11. The
mimeographed test paper is my own 12th-year British Lit final, taken in the
last week of my high-school career and stuffed into the back of my yearbook
which I was carting about collecting signatures (and where the test has been
returned for posterity). For some
incomprehensible reason, in the topic that would become my baccalaureate major,
I got only an 83 on this and so was very careful here to show only a part where
I did pretty well.
Mr Romm was brutal with this test, providing a matching section (near the top) with 28 or 30 separate entries (as a teacher myself I never gave more than six at a time) and taking 3 and 5 points off at a time with abandon. Nevertheless I loved that class and greatly admired the teacher, who receives a mention in the Author's message of the book.
Mr Romm was brutal with this test, providing a matching section (near the top) with 28 or 30 separate entries (as a teacher myself I never gave more than six at a time) and taking 3 and 5 points off at a time with abandon. Nevertheless I loved that class and greatly admired the teacher, who receives a mention in the Author's message of the book.
12. The
yellow card is a set of instructions that came with the new water pump for my
1968 Buick convertible-- as if any water-pump replacement on an American car of
that vintage needs instructions! The
card is appropriately garnished in grime and gasket sealant, not from having
been used for guidance (for really I do not think I read it at all, except to
know what it was about) but from dirty tools at the bottom of my toolbox where
it stayed (with the car's original registration) for about 20 years.
13. The
black-and-white photo is of Badfinger, from a page that keeps falling out of my
copy of The Longest Cocktail Party by Richard DiLello, a book I wholly
recommend for anyone interested in The Beatles, Apple Records or the recording and music business of that period. This book, which I got whilst in 12th year,
became a major inspiration for writing Love Me Do in the first place and especially how it was organised, its narrative
style and what details about the music industry it contains.
14. The
green pencil came from the bank at which my mother worked during the 1970s or
1980s. It is privately meant to represent
the green draughtsman's pencil I borrowed from the girl who first inspired the
character of Jeanne when she and I were in seventh year. It was her father's. I kept forgetting to return it and she
started teasing me and calling me 'Pencil-Stealer' in the corridors. I had such a crush on her that I was loathe
to return what was then the only tactile proof of knowing her; but then my
brother borrowed it, characteristically without asking me, and I never saw it
after that.
15. I do
not know the origin of the yellow flowery greeting card. I used it only to cover up bits of the manila
folder because the same folder appears on the back. But Jeanne's favourite colour is yellow and
that's why I chose it.
The
entire collage was made up on the scanner glass and rearranged about 17 times
till I got a satisfactory layout. Colin
liked it from the first, saying it was both relevant to the book and personally
meaningful; and so we did not even solicit help from Gene or Atari on this. The font is Courier, to resemble a 1970s
typewriter (although way too big!).
The binding graphic was made up in AppleWorks to resemble the turquoise-blue lines of ruled school paper; but on the back we used an actual piece of paper (perhaps anachronistically spiral-bound) because the text would not show well against the body of the folder itself. The text was organised about the red margin line of the background. The folder is not really my English folder-- I do not think any of my well-decorated and well-worn folders have survived from that period-- only one I had from an old job. But the inclusion of the peace sign within the letter G is typical of what I would have done then. We all drew peace signs on everything, even if we came from families who voted for Nixon. Someone has suggested that the diagonal hatching in the Chevrolet logo looks like it was done by a right-hander, not a lefty; but I did it vertically, only upside-down from how it appears on the book.
The binding graphic was made up in AppleWorks to resemble the turquoise-blue lines of ruled school paper; but on the back we used an actual piece of paper (perhaps anachronistically spiral-bound) because the text would not show well against the body of the folder itself. The text was organised about the red margin line of the background. The folder is not really my English folder-- I do not think any of my well-decorated and well-worn folders have survived from that period-- only one I had from an old job. But the inclusion of the peace sign within the letter G is typical of what I would have done then. We all drew peace signs on everything, even if we came from families who voted for Nixon. Someone has suggested that the diagonal hatching in the Chevrolet logo looks like it was done by a right-hander, not a lefty; but I did it vertically, only upside-down from how it appears on the book.
Now that
you have read about the dirty little secrets of the book's cover (which you don't
get with the e-text editions!) I hope you'll venture a bit of precious cash on
the book itself!
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