Love the font, but the picture? Ha. I'll have to get back to a proper post on this, because I checked my archives and I haven't blogged about this one at all. It's worth a post.
Speaking of covers, one of the books I didn't read has a retro-cheesy cover deserving a photo, so I'm going to do a post for it later which is why I didn't bother writing more now.
Reading Josephine Tey after Simon Brett is like ... like ... a drink of water when you're thirsty, if you'll excuse a worn metaphor. Such a difference in depth of writing. Brett must assume all his readers are pretty much illiterate. (I'm feeling snarky.)
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Every time I glance at that cover I think, "Why is there a fish-- oh, wait that's a dagger." Takes me by surprise EVERY TIME.
A fish would make sense, as he goes fishing in the book. The dagger and the naked woman have yet to make any sort of appearance (I don't think either will if I remember things correctly). There is a train though. The train is drawn so small you might have missed it though?
*squints* Wait, that's a train? I thought that was a pillow or something. I don't think the cover artist actually read the book.
"The singing sands eh? Let's toss in a "oriental" f̶i̶s̶h̶ dagger and a half-naked western-looking houri on the cover. Brilliant! Orient also makes you think Orient Express, which is a train... PERFECT."
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