4.27.2007

Flaming Flamingos, Batman!


Please tell me this cover doesn't feature a bunch of Aryan men in jeans standing around a fountain shooting a highly suspicious white substance in the air...Oh, shit, you can't do that, can you? I'm all for gay erotica, but this picture is a little too much Socialist realism and a little too little Tom of Finland, if you get my drift.

10 comments:

Snow said...

Cue the Violent Femmes:

"You're a flamingo, baby, you stand on one leg..."

Alkibiades said...

Ha! I totally thought it said the "Flaming Anthology" at first.

This reminds me a little bit of the "freak gasoline fight accident" in Zoolander...

p dog said...

Except they all look like Dauber on Coach. God I'm old. Nowadays that guy is Patrick on SpongeBob.

DocTurtle said...

Is this the look of theSMUT our children have access to in the public libraries?!?? Hideous air-brushed art deco?!!? They deserve to see far better-presented gay erotica than this!! I'm writing my Senator!!!

Maughta said...

Absolutely right, DocTurtle. Just look: http://pandagon.net/2007/04/21/arkansas-dad-claims-his-sons-disturbed-by-lesbian-book-in-library/

Mooselet said...

Hee! I also thought it said "Flaming Anthology" which had me giggling like a schoolgirl. I want to know just what a "Flamingo Anthology" is. Are they all pink with backward knees?

Kiwi said...

So...obviously this cover was not designed by someone actually gay. Or with any amount of taste and dignity.

Anonymous said...

Well, okay then, you design a dignified cover for "The Flamingo Anthology of Gay Literature". Go on, I double-dog dare ya!

(Much respect to Alberto Manguel, though. "Black Water" is still my favorite fiction anthology of all time.)

SecretMargo said...

It reminds me more of the Friends opening as re-imagined by Ayn Rand's little gay brother (I.M. Randy?) (I'm sorry)

Marc said...

The painting on the cover is by George Tooker, whose work appears on every anthology Manguel's name has appeared on. Black Water was a big deal to me when I first discovered it, until I came upon Borges and Casares own anthology and realized how much he had cribbed from that.