Some of my earliest and fondest “book-memories” are of the kind of paperback books my father and uncles used to read. The kind of books I would find on tables and shelves in various bunkhouses or in the”office” (trailer) at the city dump where my Uncle Carl used to work: westerns and detective fiction… cheap paperback books with bright and lurid covers, scantily clad women, and guns. Books I may have been too young to read, but not too young to be very interested in what the covers promised: sex and violence.

A committed… and commit-able…  used-bookstore junkie, I always had my eye out not just for volumes of poetry and works of “serious literature” that I wanted to have and read, but also the kind of fiction paperbacks that caught my eye all those years ago.

Now I am down-sizing my book collection. Selling my books so that other “collectors” can enjoy them. Beginning today, I will be featuring a few of these great paperback covers here at ClimbingSky.

Here is the first one with art by the best cover painter of all, Robert McGinnis.

Enjoy!