A series looking at some of my favourite
book covers and cover artists.
#4 Robert McGinnis’ paperback covers from the ’60s and ’70s.
There’s something beguiling about Robert McGinnis’ women.
As they stare defiantly at you from one of his paintings they seem to share a collective, enigmatic look. Sometimes that look is beckoning, other times challenging. Often it’s dangerous. And although his women are sexual – at times overtly so – they are rarely submissive or meek. His women are not victims but rather willing participants in whatever sordid misdeeds are consummated under the covers (of the books, that is). Continue reading Paperback covers #4: Robert McGinnis