Nobody wears hats anymore

So, this title really doesn’t give me a lot of insight into the subject matter of this book

Is it some sort of rumination on the evils of haberdasheries? Are we talking real hat or metaphorical hat? And how exactly can a hat be lewd? It’s all so mysterious.

Of course, now I’m picturing a red-devil, Beelzebub type dude in a sharp Rat Pack-looking suit and hat– toothpick in his mouth, maybe flipping a coin and leaning up against a lamppost. (Apparently, the Antichrist in my mind is starring in a 1940s gangster flick.  Or he’s like Sky Masterson or somebody.)  But, in terms of the hat, I’m just seeing a normal 1940s style lid–a fedora, perhaps — which is not in any way lewd. I mean, really…what is a lewd hat?

All I can come up with is maybe some kind of trucker hat with an obscene message on it (like Frank on 30 Rock is always wearing), but that doesn’t square with my brain’s Antichrist-is-a-hep-cat image.  I guess he’s actually either a redneck or an ironic hipster.

 

(also, to the yellow book to the left…I like to think that during the reign of this Elizabeth, at least some tolerance is practiced.  Although, I’m not above an off-with-their-heads style smack down when it’s called for.  I’m benevolent like that.)