What’s in a name?
Don’t ask me what I’ve read lately, I can rarely remember a title. But occasionally the title of a book is so intriguing it persists in memory long after the contents are forgotten.
In the 1980s I once spied a copy of The Quest for Corvo on a bookstore shelf.
A biography of the almost repugnantly eccentric author and self styled Baron Corvo, aka Fredrick Rolfe, this puzzling title percolated in my brain for decades until just this year when I bought and finally read a copy of this minor classic.
But for my money, David Adams Richards has the most consistent run of memorable titles: River of the broken hearted, The Bay of love and sorrows, For those who hunt the wounded down, Mercy among the children and Hope in the desperate hour.
My single favorite book title to date is: Dad says he saw you at the mall
Chillingly cryptic when you see it on the page; try speaking it. Depending on the tone it can be an innocuous statement of fact, an expression of disappointment, an accusation (…when you said you would be at the library doing your homework!), a veiled threat, or a question. I imagine it spoken with a tone of understated menace.
One final title: I heard the owl call my name
What’s your memorable title?
Posted by Raimo