The cover of this Italian paperback of Logan’s Run freaks me the fuck out. I mean it makes me almost physically nauseous. You know that terror you feel when you’re dreaming that you have no teeth? This book cover does that to me. I look at it, and I have to swallow saliva as my stomach churns with the expectation of vomiting. I exaggerate only slightly — my stomach does indeed get tight when I look at this, but I don’t think I’d puke.
Sorry for the smallness of the image. A word of explanation about the book as it relates to the book cover:
In Logan’s Run, a “palm flower”, really a crystal, is embedded in the palm of your hand at birth illuminates when you reach the age of 21, at which time you are weeded out to prevent overpopulation. The illustration on this cover pre-dates the film version in which the “palm flower” was depicted as a tiny button-sized crystal, so the imagination of the illustrator went wild.
The cover illustrator drew the “palm flower” as an immense shape coming out of the back of the person’s hand, which is itself detached from any body in an surrealistic way. Look at it floating there. Look at the gentle swirls of the flower, almost like paper ribbon, like a bow.
I look at this enormous flower, and my mind panics over “what the hell would I do if I found a giant flower living out of my hand????” I’d want to rip it out, burn it, flatten it… but then there’d be a giant gaping hole in my hand according to this illustration. So it’s a no-win situation. You’ve either got a parasitic plant growing out of your body on one hand (pun intended), or you’re going to do some radical surgery to destroy this, and will likely be left with something just as horrible, on the other.
This freaks me out in the way that tomatoes sometimes upset me. (Because of the way they look so purposeful, with their chambers and such. Who is designing this shit? I ask myself, and am scared that we don’t know the answer.
Sometimes I think the only way I’ll overcome my disgust at the inexplicable way that things grow with purposeful shape and design will be to observe an autopsy. I seem to have a deep-seated fear of the way that internal organs (or in the case of this illustration, an external flower) are.