Jeanne is back this
week with some thoughts on the phenomenon of putting cats on book covers…..
Treadmill Books: Cats
on Book Covers
Anyone who has browsed the
mystery paperback racks knows there are lots (and lots and lots) of books with
either cats or dogs on the cover. Being
partial to cats, I immediately gravitate to those. First I look to see how prominently the cat
is featured: is it a small, unobtrusive
cat or is it front and center? Front and
center gets my attention first, but I’ll also take a look at any with feline
present.
However, a cat on the cover doesn’t mean there’s a cat in
the book. Often authors feel obligated
to insert a passing cat to justify the image, such as, “I raced to my car to
follow the serial killer, and the neighborhood stray cat ran under the bushes
to get out of my way.” Authors, you don’t have to do that for me. I understand that these days a cat on a cover
is meant to convey that this is a cozy mystery, just as a plate of fried
chicken on a checkered tablecloth means Southern cozy. Actual fried chicken may or may not appear in
this book.
Actually, I don’t demand or even expect a cat be part of a
book. A well written book with complex,
likable characters or a clever plot that
keeps me engaged is a winner every time. In fact, some of my favorite mysteries
do not feature cats. Give me a sleuth, amateur or professional, with flaws but
who doesn’t wallow in self-pity, who doesn’t find a new lust object every book
or else who doesn’t think their Significant Other is cheating/leaving five
times a book, who follows up on clues without being foolhardy, and who is a
decent human being without being a saint or a doormat, and I’m in. Or else give
me a fiendishly clever solvable puzzle, one that will keep me guessing until
the end, and I’ll be happy.
So why do I look for covers with cats on them? When it comes to new authors and series, I
expect a certain percentage to be, well, average at best. In some cases it
takes time for characters to grow on me, and if there’s a cute cat around I can
be more patient. There have been books I
would have given up on long before the end if I hadn’t been hoping that terrific
tabby or adorable angora might show up again. They’re my backup plan. Some of
these series have become fairly decent series, despite lackluster beginnnings;
I hung in there only because of Muffy the Maine Coon or Simone the Siamese, and
now I’m glad I did. If there’s a cat on the cover, but no cat in the book , it’s
okay providing the book meets the above criteria, i.e., is well written with
complex characters and a decent plot.
Also, there are books in which the cats are the ONLY
redeeming quality. I’ve read more than a
couple of tales in which the amateur sleuth needs to be hit in the head with a common sense
stick or else needs to develop a backbone or learn to follow up on clues before
she or he ends up the next victim—the acronym TSTL exists for a reason. I may swear I’ll never read another book by
the Honorable Mrs. Mewington, but when a new book comes out with Charming Billy
the grey tabby or Crazy Fred the ring-tailed wonder or amiable Melon the
overweight ginger and white on the cover, I tell myself that surely it couldn’t
have been as bad as I remembered and find myself buying a copy.
I will add one caveat, though: if there is a cat on the cover but the only
time a cat is mentioned is when the heroine complains about stray cats being a
nuisance, then that’s an immediate deal breaker. I don’t ask that the author and/or heroine
LIKE cats, but I draw the line at active dislike. And yes, there was such a
book. The heroine was so-so, a
supporting character was really annoying, the rest of the characters were
bland, and I don’t remember any of the plot, though I assume there was
one. The cat was my only hope, and when
that was dashed, the book became a rare DNF.
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