Evelyn 7s, or Seven Evelyns

As a librarian, a lot of books cross my desk. One of my favorite side effects of this is noticing when multiple books have very specific yet oddly similar titles, even though the books themselves have very little in common. In that vein, today I present you with Seven Evelyns:

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
In this novel, rookie journalist Monique Grant scores the interview of a lifetime: aging Hollywood starlet Evelyn Hugo, who at 79 is finally ready to tell her secrets. Beginning with her childhood in Hell’s Kitchen, Evelyn tells her story one husband at a time, revealing along the way she crafted a career in Hollywood and the secrets she’s long kept secret. Continue reading “Evelyn 7s, or Seven Evelyns”

Top Trends: The Irresistible “-ist” List

When you work at a library, some literary trends aren’t that hard to spot: you tend to trip over them. A while back we started seeing lobsters everywhere, which last year were replaced by tigers. We’ve done whole book displays over covers featuring just feet, or headless women. (One avid reader in Montreal is especially gifted at keeping an eye out for similar (or identical) covers, such as this bevy of skirts.)

The Somnambulist, by Jonathan Barnes.The latest trend that’s becoming hard to resist is the current proliferation of titles sporting the same sibillant suffix. Not sure when it began: it might have been Colson Whitehead’s The Intuitionist, or maybe it dates back to Caleb Carr’s The Alienist, but suddenly on a stroll through the aisles one is likely to be accosted by resurrectionists, somnambulists, imperfectionists, informationists, and lonely polygamists.

Not only that: they’re having children, though strictly along X-chromosonal lines. Imagine the lively conversations that must ensue at any gathering of The Optimist’s Daughter, The Abortionist’s Daughter, The Alchemist’s DaughterA Bigamist’s Daughter, The Artist’s Daughter, The Communist’s Daughter, and The Narcissist’s Daughter. I wonder if they talk about their dads?

Here’s some of what we’ve spotted; can you think of others?The Anarchist, by John Smolens.