A few months ago Booktryst wrote about the world’s best publisher’s blurb, from Are You A Bromide, or The Sulphitic Theory.
I think that I may have found the world’s worst blurbs:
They’re from the jackets to the three volumes of Civitas Dei, by Lionel Curtis, who argued that God operated through the British Empire and that the US should rejoin the Commonwealth to create a world government. The work is described by the ODNB as “a long and at times rambling discourse”.
I suppose that the publisher might have intentionally opted for brevity. Or perhaps the blurb author, no doubt an underpaid office lackey, took one look and decided not to bother reading them thoroughly enough to write more than a sentence on each.
