Naked Man Covers

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Shirtless men, hot men barely dressed flexing muscles… when I see them on book covers I get a small amount of titillation – but also get turned off…

Romance, erotica, and contemporary novels have become inundated with pictures of buff young guys in various states of undress (or completely starkers.) And while I appreciate the male form and get some A-grade eye-candy, or some fun from an occasional oggle. It puts an ironic smile on my face to see them adorn my favourite things.

While sometimes the attractiveness of the cover model will entice me to peek between the covers. (What am I looking for – a naughty look under his clothes? Saucy firsthand knowledge of his lovemaking skills?) Most of the time it’s when I’m browsing online. I’d never pick it up in a book store! That’s way too embarrassing. It might label me as the needy girl who only reads erotica… how dumb is that?

naked-man-covers-pic-02-by-casey-carlisleAnother aspect to the scantily clad musculature of the male figure decorating literature is the fact that it practically yells “BUY ME!” Like a desperate attempt to get you to reach into your purse and fork over the money. Like you bought the guy all for yourself. There’s a word for that…

So now, after such over-exposed collection of title after title, I get turned off pretty man covers. Maybe I’ve been desensitized?

It’s a little embarrassing, and a lot insulting being barraged by so much skin as a selling point. This objectification is mostly romance, erotica, contemporary and some YA. Ultimately, if the cover art has become the most unimaginative way to market a book. And this girl ain’t buying.

Can’t we find some more artistic photography? Or symbolism? Or Typography? I don’t want to sound like a snob, but this types of cover art feels a bit low-brow and does little to convey the concept of the plot within its pages, other than one of the protagonists (or the love interest) is a hunky guy. I want more than that from my reading material.

I’m not having a rant, rather just observing trends in the market. I’ve seen other covers that are stunning which do not have a parts of the male form, airbrushed, adorning the dustjacket. Usually they depict something intrinsic to the plot, something that makes me pick up the book for a closer look. Books that are character driven and not a collection of scenes of intimate encounters. I like a ‘hot-damn’ moment as much as the next girl, but I want a build up of ambience, some tension, angst, wooing. As well as an interesting storyline.

Naked man covers, while sexy and alluring, don’t scream “intelligent plot and interesting characters” to me. Oh my gosh – am I becoming an elitist! Shoot me now!

What’s your take on overt sexuality on book covers – is it getting too much or can’t you get enough?

It might be great with the objectification of men rather than women for once, and I do enjoy a hottie now and then, but shouldn’t we mix it up?

Food for thought – something to think about when you purchase your next novel – what part does the cover play in adding it to your shopping cart…

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Ghosts of boyfriends past

What fictional boyfriends have taught me vs. actual boyfriends …

I’ve met some outstanding men through my reading habits, so let’s have a fun look at how their attributes (and tropes) stand up to their real life counterparts:

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If only I could do some Weird Science and construct a man on my own….

Who is your favorite fictional boyfriend and how well do any real life boyfie’s stack up?

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Unrelenting Cuteness.

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Bobby, my Shi-Tzu X is the love of my life. He, and his little brother Ben (a Maltese X) have me laughing daily… or going Awwww!

 But how far can they push the envelope before you snap and swear it’s back to the Pet Store for a refund? Mmm, we all know that day will never come, but the thought lingers from time to time.

 Like after a very long and stressful day at work, I’ve come home and raced about putting on dinner and giving the house a quick spruce up before Mum pops around for dinner. Heaven forbid she critique my housekeeping skills and how unfulfilling my life is all on the same night.

 

 It’s just about show time, and thankfully she is running late because traffic is always slower when it is raining, when my beloved pooch comes tearing through the doggy-door from the backyard in his usual over-excited state. Don’t you love how they are always so incredibly happy to see you! Awww!

 Only this time he was dragging in half the garden with him, nearly black and covered in a slick muddy layer of soil, and what I can only guess was excrement. What the!

 Instructed to sit and stay, (thank goodness I invested in obedience lessons) the mess was restricted to being smeared under the path of a wagging tail while I swiftly dashed to the laundry and filled the mop bucket. Don’t ask me why I didn’t simply put him back outside… that would have been a far too easy and sensible course of action.

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 Before I could return, Mum has arrived, and ‘Yoohooed’ through the doorway, effectively releasing soggy, smelly Bobby from his spot of penance. As she has let herself in, curling her nose up at the brown coloured artwork on the floorboards, Bobby has decided to add a finishing touch, sitting down on the carpet in the adjoining room and proceeded to drag his bum in a two metre long path. Maybe he was signing his name? A lovely stripe, not unlike a comet of fecal matter decorating the pile.

 Do you want to say Awww now?

 

 

 

 So dinner was delayed another hour while I mopped the floors, scrubbed the carpet on my hands and knees, and bathed an indignant looking Bobby; all to the soundtrack of Mum’s voice, painfully narrating my every action.

 By the time the food had been devoured, dishes done, and Mum on her return trip home, I’ve turned to see a dry clean Bobby peering up at me from beside the lounge, as if to say ‘What?’ Even after the day from hell, puppy cuddles and licks chase away the tension and once again I’m looking into those big brown eyes thinking, Aww, so cute!

 

 

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