So, small fact about me: Just below my left shoulder blade, I have a tattoo of a seagull in flight over a palm tree.
Don’t believe me? You’re right. In fact, I don’t have any tats. I know…so lame.
I’m not opposed to tattoos, but if I ever got one, it would have to be of something really, really meaningful if it’s going to hang out on my skin for another 50 years. In other words, no barbed wire, skulls and crossbones, or lightning bolts—unless I wanted to memorialize surviving a lightning strike or something like that.
What about novels? Has a book ever changed my life to the point that I would get a tattoo of a character or something to do with the novel? Can’t say that’s happened, and I don’t think it ever will. But to each his own.
Buzz Feed posted some pretty amazing, and pretty creepy, images of literary tattoos. For these folks’ sake, I hope their lives really were changed by the novel—because it’s now permanently draped on their skin.
In other words, I feel sorry for the 21-year-old hipster who got the Vonnegut tattoo because liking Vonnegut is cool.
Whoever created the Gatsby tattoo is quite an artist—that one looks beautiful. And the Kerouac tattoo—wow. Both of those are impressive, though perhaps a bit overstated. Go here to check them all out.
Do you have a literary tattoo? Or, if you got one, what would it be of?