They keep on coming. Well, this one sort of comes on its own, a potential future classic for those who love the generic Weird tale, the Horror story or Ghost story, including, but not exclusively, the Lovecraftian – as well as something special that makes this story its own backstory, its own hidden back room, implicit with the frightening ceiling that’s planted above it, like a psychological or spiritual chandelier or fan, an insectoid-human intertwining of text with the dragon or demon inside your own unvented stomach. Yes, I feel this story IS a classic, and does not need yet to become one.
The detailed review of this book posted elsewhere under my name is too long to post here.
Above is one of its observations at the time of the review.