The 13 Best Book Covers of August
The Eyes Have It
Another month of books, another month of book covers. In August, I was inundated with eyes (and a few other unexpected body parts). Here are my favorite designs from the end of summer:
This is such an arresting pattern cover, and also funny, and also perfect for Millhauser’s stories of surreal suburban oddity.
Many tiny eyes are arresting, but so is one very big eye. This one stopped me in my tracks from sheer surprise.
Not just the nose, which is silly enough, but the nose’s discharge. Lol, as the kids apparently no longer say.
This is the first of two covers on my list this month with this (approximate) color story; I find it modern and charming in both, and here the intensity of the colors plays against the style of the illustration in a very compelling way.
Na Kim is always thinking outside of the box. This isn’t the cover that most leaps out at you this month, but it might be the cleverest: the fingerprints as footsteps, the slight smudge of the subtitle. Brilliant.
I love a book-within-a-book, and this is a particularly pleasurable one. The texture! The distress! It’s the next best thing to finding a hidden treasure in a long-forgotten bookstore.
Gorgeous, saturated, and alluring, with a fresh mix of imagery that elevates the whole concept.
This is the perfect marriage of title and image (the expression! the nipple!), and the blanket hand-painted text makes it feel ultra-modern.
More of those eyes, yes, but it’s the color that sends me. Another case where a great work of art goes a long way.
I love this soothing, dipped effect.
The second hot melon red x magenta cover that caught my eye this month—perfectly restrained and deeply appealing.
Another pattern cover, another eye cover, and it’s covered in gold.
Leichter’s novel seems like it would be a major design challenge—how to represent such a wondrous surreal gem of a book without being too on the nose or too oblique? I like this solution, which feels like the book without trying too hard to replicate anything inside of it (except for, possibly, a sense of magic and the strangeness of the spaces we inhabit).