If you like your book covers to have a liberal sprinkling of neo-Vorticism, this 1924 German novel is just the ticket:
I'd never heard of Alfred Döblin. Apparently he was the author of 'Berlin Alexanderplatz', which some people may remember from the Fassbinder television adaptation.
The second book doesn't have such an attractive cover design:
But the author photo on the back of the dustjacket is superb:
She's no Iris Murdoch, in any sense.
Published in 1963, this novel looks as if it would appeal to anyone who has enjoyed 'Mad Men'.
According to the jacket blurb:
'The author had just turned thirty and divorced her second husband when she wrote this astonishing first novel - a daring story of a single woman's frantic search for love in a loose-living, free-wheeling world.'
It looks quite a lively read. I like the first line:
'After my marriage broke up, I went haywire.' Short and to the point.
Further down the first page, the narrator writes:
'Two things were very appealing to men, I discovered. One was a recently divorced woman and the other was a complete bitch, and to my surprise I woke up one day and realised I was both, so I had no trouble at all.'
Steamy stuff. A lot more exciting than the book I'm dealing with at the moment: 'The World of Nitrogen' by Isaac Asimov.
Full credit to Asimov for spotting that gap in the market - books exclusively about nitrogen - and with cocaine, nitroglycerine and nylon all owing their existence to this element, it's more interesting than you might think.
But only just.