Now, where were we? Checking the gardens with Gus as his lads pick pumpkins and other late summer crops? Listening to the Neverending Session in the Pub while quaffing pints of Halloween Applejack, which of course is freeze-distilled apple brandy which was served to us by the Headless Horseman? (Ask Elizabeth Bear to explain that one.) Cadging blueberry cobbler with fresh whipped cream off the the kitchen staff? Playing backgammon, a game invented by the Ottomans, in the library as we sip tiny cups of Turkish coffee? No, we were looking at this edition of Green Man where we have looks at classic SF from the thirties, a brilliant inventor, pirate ballads, fairy tale feasts:, haunting carols, and Hungarian folk music to name but a few of the subjects touched upon this time! But first, let's ponder what a wee bonnie lass who works in our Pub has to tell us. . . .
'. . . . it's a wonderfully bleak mythology, with its wolves and ravens and ice and mist and bloody death and undead ships cutting undead seas.' -- Elizabeth Bear as overheard in the Robert Graves Memorial Reading Room of the Green Man Library
Welcome, laddy-buck. Come in and find a seat here by the fire, and tell me your pleasure! Take a settle; they're cushioned and wide enough for two, should fortune savour you. It's quiet now, but there's no end of entertainment due -- we've a master storyteller, one Charles de Lint, come to regale us, and he's a marvel and delight. And the lovely Mistress Elizabeth Bear, too, who they tell me is a bold lady, will be telling ghost stories for them as likes.
Well and so -- 'tis the season of ghosts and witches soon, and we're to smarten up the Pub for the celebrations. What's to celebrate in ghosts and witches, I wonder? But, there -- not my place to set our course, not here and now. I know a bit about ghosts and witches, though, that I do; being in the way of being both, you might say.
Oh, don't shy so! We're all ghosts from time to time in life, boyo. And can you claim I'm the first you've met in a bar? I've met 'em, more than once. Aye, that's better, give us a smile -- you've a good smile, and I've ever had a weakness for a lad with a sweet mouth. That was my undoing, when I sailed with Jack Rackham. Now, here's your ale; shift over a mite, and let me sit with you for a moment...
Anne is my name, and I've been called bonney in my time. But that's just my little joke, see. It's my pleasure now to serve ale here in the Green Man, and Reynard is too canny a hand to think he's my master. But this time of year, when the fogs are coming in black off the sea and salt and frost both flavour the air, it's good to have a warm harbour here. Why, even the ravens and crows come in for a sup and a nap by the fire - so watch your coin, or our Hooded Maggie will have it away for a play-pretty in her nest under the library eaves.
Aye, she drives Liath the librarian to distraction, fey though Liath is -- for Maggie's always after the gilding on the old books, she is, sharp as any sailor after a coin. But she's a darling despite it, pretty Maggie -- with her beak like a black marlinspike and her gold-doubloon eyes. Oh, you can keep your gulls, says I; no true seaman looks twice at one o' them! But the ravens and the crows, for all they're landsman's birds, they're fine enough. Reavers and rogues at heart, on the account as much as any buccaneer and merry with it while they may be. And not afraid of the dead nor the dark, neither.
See how she comes to my hand, the sweeting? Some of it's the sparkle of my rings, to be sure -- watch how sly she is, trying her beak all gentle to see if a gem can be slipped off my finger! But more than that, she wants her neck scratched. There, see how she mantles her feathers, ruffles 'em out for a kind finger to stroke. A lass likes a petting now and then. Maggie and I are of a mind, there.
So come, put your arm around a body and we'll watch the fire a bit. Nay, don't peep at the mirror yonder. Your cap is straight, and the glass'll show nothing you want to see.
A fire is such a lovely thing -- not just the warmth, but the colours and the sound. When a fire is big enough, wild enough, it roars like the surf on a shingle shore. Have you ever heard it so? It roared like that above the roofs of the towns on the Spanish Main, so it did ...and ain't the scarlet and the gold brave, now! Nothing brighter as they twine up a wall or a mast, like roses, and climb a mainsail faster than the best topman goes up the ratlines. All women love what sparkles, like Maggie and her trove; and I never saw anything sparkle fairer than the way wild fire glitters on a dark horizon, or a sacked galleon, or a dead man's open eyes...
Ah, now, lad -- I told you not to look in the mirror! What's a reflection, after all? To be sure, here's my hand, and the glass I bring you - here's my smile for you, and my eyes that see you clear enough. You'll see yourself in my eyes, if you look; no need to gaze at that tricksie glass. What matter that you don't show in the mirror? It's nothing to me nor to anyone else here.
'Tis your season, after all.
Neil Gaiman's Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders according to April Gutierrez is quite exquisite: 'The better part of a decade after his last collection of bits and bobs, Smoke and Mirrors, Neil Gaiman brings us Fragile Things, a delightful new assortment of prose and poetry. The content, far from being fragile, though, (that's left to the cover art, with its robin's egg, butterfly, snowflake and seashell in soft, muted tones), is a solid collection of, just over thirty wonders of the sort that Gaiman excels at.' She goes on to add that 'Suffice it to say every item in Fragile Things is exquisite (Truly, there's nary a misstep or false note here.). With that understanding, I'll just mention a few standout gems to whet your appetite. First, while Gaiman admits freely in his introduction that he had originally intended to keep Fragile Things poetry-free, happily a few slipped through anyhow. The finest of these is 'Instructions,' a handy sort of how-to, should you find yourself smack dab in the middle of a fairy tale. Pay close attention and you should make it back out just fine!' Read her Excellence In Writing Award winning review for a look at a collection you won't want to miss reading!
A collection of a different sort, Rogue's Gallery, was very much to the liking of Gary Whitehouse who says he never considered himself to be a 'particular fan of sea chanteys, but this collection just may make a convert of me. When I read the press release from Anti earlier this year, I was immediately intrigued by the project, not least because of the broad and deep lineup of talent involved. The project grew out of the fertile minds of Johnny Depp and Gore Verbinski, director of Depp's two Pirates of the Caribbean films. The two envisioned an album of pirate songs and sea chanteys (and I suspect financed it), and shanghaied well-known music producer Hal Willner to bring it to fruition. What Willner came up with is a two-CD set containing 43 songs, by musicians young and old, household names and obscure but up-and-coming ones as well. I suspect many people will be attracted to it the way I was by the presence of talent ranging from Bono and Sting to Baby Gramps, Jolie Holland and Teddy Thompson. Lou Reed and Nick Cave. Richard Thompson, Loudon Wainwright III and Bryan Ferry. Lucinda Williams and Bill Frisell. And three or four stellar backing bands, who also sometimes step into the spotlight themselves.' Read his Excellence in Writing Award winning review for all the scary details on this musical treasure!
Another historical novel fascinated Donna Bird: 'I first ran across this title on the 'new' table at our local Borders Books and Music a few weeks ago. I have a fondness for historical novels with industrial and technological themes, so I didn't hesitate to claim it when a review copy arrived at the Green Man offices not long after. Author Starling Lawrence earns his living as the editor-in-chief and vice chairman of W. W. Norton, an independent, employee-owned publishing house based in New York City. The biosketch on the dust jacket notes that he also lives in northwestern Connecticut part of the time. Interestingly enough, that is the primary setting for The Lightning Keeper.' Read her review for a look at a novel that seamlessly blends history with fiction.
She also looks at two novels from one of her favourite regions of this world: 'I discovered [Ivo Andric's] The Bridge on the Drina, first published in an English translation in 1959, when I was tracking down a copy of Starling Lawrence's first novel Montenegro. Although these two works employ dramatically different approaches to their subject matter and are over half a century apart in their initial publication dates (Drina was first published in 1945), they both portray life in the Balkans during and after Ottoman rule. So I thought I'd review them as a pair.' Read her review to see how these Balkan novels fared with her!
George Zebrowski's Black Pockets and Other Dark Thoughts is a dark feast according to Craig Clarke: 'This first collection of Zebrowski's darker stories is a different kind of horror collection. Some of the stories offer a level of fright, but more often they sneak up and disturb. These are not the 'fun' horrors of haunted houses, inbred cannibals, and sentient automobiles. These are the real horrors that come from within ourselves: from our thoughts and actions and worldviews. I'm not sure that the average horror fan will be instantly grabbed by this collection. It took me some time to get attuned to the author's mindset because it's nothing like the easy, mindless reads usually offered by the genre. But fans of Zebrowski (likely the target audience at any rate), and those willing to experiment with the more thoughtful side of fear, are sure to be highly rewarded by this tightly edited look at a different side of his peculiar vision.'
Having reviewed the latest in Christopher Fowler's Bryant and May mystery series, Ten Second Staircase, Cat Eldridge turns his attention to the debut novel in the series: 'Full Dark House is the best mystery set during the London Blitz of the early 1940s that I've ever read, bar none. It is also the best mystery set within the very peculiar world of the theater that I've read. It is every bit as good as Foyle's War, the BBC series we are now watching, where the Second World War has just begun and England's fate looks bleak indeed in the face of an inevitable German invasion, bur someone still has to fight crime on the home front. Who better than Christopher Foyle in that series, and who better in this mystery series than Arthur Bryant and John May of the newly formed Peculiar Crimes Unit? Both the Foyle's War and the Bryant and May series feature well-crafted characters, fully developed plots, and depictions of England during the War that are quite realistic.' Read his review to see how it all began for these two detectives!
(On a side-note, Our Editor is gleefully reading the second novel in Christopher Golden's The Veil trilogy, but don't look for his review until the Green Man edition of March 11th of next year as the novel will not be out 'til that date and he promised not to review The Borderkind ahead of time. In the meantime, go read his review of The Myth Hunters, the first novel in this series, to know why he's been eagerly anticipating this novel!)
After read the new Gaiman collection, April Gutierrez also read the forthcoming collection from horror master Stephen King: 'Secretary of Dreams is an excellent refresher for long-time King fans, or a good introduction for new ones. The book's subtitle, Volume One implies further stories of King's will receive this treatment from Cemetery Dance. I, for one, eagerly anticipate each and every one!' Read her review here to see why this is an essential Winter Holiday gift for the horror fan in your life!
The sixth and penultimate book in King's Dark Tower series got a mixed review from April: 'Susanna's Song is largely well paced (especially for such a condensed time frame) and well written (aside from one embarrassing scene involving Japanese tourists), it is in many ways a very frustrating book. While it's easy to feel sorry for Mia, she's not a very compelling, or particularly likable character – and it's Mia and Susan nah who are around the most. Roland, and everyone else, takes a backseat to these two. Anyone coming into the book hoping for a solid adventure with the series' main protagonist will be disappointed. At least the mystery of the chap is a mystery no more.'
Savour the opening paragraph by Jasmine Johnston of her Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis review: 'June 1, 2006. I read the first half yesterday. This novel sticks in the mind, so that I feel it looming in my dreams. I'm a fan of Stephen King. King's art is irrepressibly human; once you pick one of his novels up, you want to help his characters by reading on and on into the night, following the threads of their stories, thus supporting their resolution. Today I woke up and thought about the protagonist Bobby, and the strange ways a child finds love. Bobby's mother is rather a monster and pitiable at the same time -- harsh, dating her boss, unhappy with her life. Bobby's insights into his mother's heart are so perfectly believable that it is difficult to not impose a slightly biographical reading upon her half-love, her adamant manipulation, her internally consistent and yet totally broken perspective. Her inner voice is a chilling Browning monologue of justification and rage. Bobby loves her yet, fears her subtle domination:When he was a little older it would occur to him that he had always imagined her there -- outside doors, in that part of the bleachers where the shadows were too thick to see properly, in the dark at the top of the stairs, he had always imagined she was there. Like the monstrous mother of Beowulf, Bobby's mother makes half the tale' Now go read her review for a look at another classic from King!
David Kidney enjoyed a offbeat reading experience: 'Jeff Hoke designs museums exhibits, and he put his talents to work to create one of the year's most fascinating books. As it says in the jacket blurb, this is 'not just a book, it's an experience.' The Museum of Lost Wonders is a portable feast, an imaginative challenge to the reader, and more than a little fun! Your ticket is right there on the front jacket, it says 'ADMIT ONE . . . everything you need is inside.' Well, bring your imagination!' Confused? Go read his review and you won't be!
Fairy Tale Feasts: A Literary Cookbook for Young Readers and Eaters proved to be a tasty treat for reviewer Liz Milner as it reminded her of her childhood readings: 'When I think of the books I loved as child, I get hungry. There was Pooh lapping up honey and cream teas, Mary Poppins handing out magical gingerbread while Frodo chowed down on mushrooms and lembas. Food surely is an integral part of children's literature. After all, where would Cinderella be without her pumpkin coach? Would Alice in Wonderland be half as memorable without the magic mushrooms and the strange bottles labeled 'Drink Me?' She goes on to that ''Fairy Tale Feasts presents 20 classic fairy tales from around the world masterfully told by ace word slinger Jane Yolen. The tales are accompanied by recipes written by her daughter, Heidi E.Y. Stemple, and illustrations by Philippe Béha. The book includes fairytales from European, African-American, Ashkenazi Jewish, Arabic, Turkish and Chinese cultures. Sidebars give quick facts regarding the stories and the foods mentioned in them.'
Robert M. Tilendis looks at a new collection from a writer better known for writing novels: 'Most people know Kage Baker from her novels and stories of the Company, those wonderful folks who discovered time travel and put it to their own uses. Sadly to say, I only recently encountered the Company. Then her newest story collection, Dark Mondays, crossed my desk. Baker is an extraordinary storyteller who refuses to let herself be bound by the expectations of genre, as the stories here show. In fact, on the basis of this collection, I think I would just call Baker a slipstream writer and not try to get any closer to a categorization of her work ("slipstream" being the genre that wasn't, according to some people). Read his review for a look at a most excellent collection!
A short note now from Robert 'bout the latest novel from Steven Brust, Cats Laughing member and I believe a PJF fellow as well: 'Dzur is the tenth in the Taltos Cycle. Brust said at one point that there was the distinct possibility of seventeen volumes in this series, unless he died or got bored with it, but I have a feeling that boredom is not really going to happen. And, if he'll keep writing them, I'll keep reading them.' Now go read his review to see why Robert thinks Stephen was at the top of his form on this novel!
Last up for Robert was Tanya Huff's Smoke trilogy: 'One thing that I find marginally irritating about some of my favourite fantasy and science fiction writers is that if I don't pay attention for a minute or two, they start a new series and then I have to catch up with them. Tanya Huff, for example, one of those protean writers who seems to be able to write in any subgenre, from "classic" fantasy to military sf to supernatural thrillers, and do it well, started a new series while I wasn't looking. So I went back and caught up.' Read his review to see why this contemporary fantasy series appealed to him.
Seabury Quinn's Roads is, according to Gary Turner, 'as perfect of a 'facsimile reproduction' as I could imagine. When I removed the book from its impressive box (the book comes in a gift box and includes a pamphlet with the biographies of both Quinn and Virgil Finley, the artist), it was as if I had the original 1948 Arkham House edition in my hands. Yellow the pages, add some dust, and you’d have to check the copyright page to verify that the book is a reproduction. I no longer have the original Arkham House book, but the reproductions of Virgil Finlay’s art look perfect; I think I spent about as much time admiring the art as I did reading the story, which I estimate to be about 20K words. So it is a smallish book, at 110 7 ½ x 5” pages, but attractive.' Unfortunately the story itself did not appeal to him as you can read here.
But Wilmar H. Shiras' Children of the Atom which is also a facsimile from the same company fared much better with him: 'This book will resonate well with anyone who was an intelligent student in school, but was forced to dumb it down in order to be accepted by his peers. The psychiatric aspect is covered extensively, which sometimes leads to dry reading, but overall the book is a fascinating read. No sex or violence, no social ills addressed, this is a pure, post-WWII '50s book, with the '50s style.'
Slings & Arrows gets reviewed by David Kidney: 'I'm sorry I missed it on its original run, but I'm glad of the opportunity to catch up. The series is a light-hearted, but perceptive look at a major festival theatre. Think Stratford, or the Shaw Festival if you live in the Great White North. The New Burbage Shakespearean Festival, under the direction of Oliver Welles, launches its new production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. The production is expensive, lavish, but artistically bereft. Meanwhile Geoffrey Tennant (Welles's estranged protégé, a brilliant actor and director who suffered a nervous breakdown seven years earlier in a Welles' directed production of Hamlet) is forging on with a production of The Tempest even though the bank is closing down his company. New Burbage's resident diva was Tennant's lover. The young understudy is in love with the Hollywood star flown in for the lead in the next play. The conniving board member, beds and manipulates the Theatre manager. Oliver Welles...is killed by a truck full of pigs as he lies on the road in a drunken stupor. Got that?' Ahhh, but you must read his review here for what happens from there out!
Pull on your waterproofs and join Vonnie Carts-Powell for a damp, but
nevertheless enjoyable, Falcon Ridge Folk Festival, at its new home on
Dodd's Farm. Vonnie says 'Falcon Ridge had a marvellous line-up of
singer-songwriters plus a few bands performing on its main stage,
workshop stage, family stage, and playing for the dancers in the dance
tent.' However, the entertainment didn't stop there, and Vonnie also
tells of how the fun continued back on the campsites; 'The campsites
play host to an awful lot of singing, playing, drinking, eating,
smoking and visiting. As my camp-mates swapped pseudo sea-shanties
after dinner on Friday, a few yards away our neighbor lit candles and
sang Sabbath prayers.' Read Vonnie's excellent review for a thorough
recollection of this memorable weekend.
A few weeks back, we referred to Barleyjuice in one of our editions. Now Kathleen Bartholomew takes a look at three of their recordings (One Shilling, Another Round, and Six Yanks): 'The American band Barleyjuice has produced three albums, from 2003 to 2006, on which they noticeably evolve in style, number of band members, and the proportion of traditional to original songs. The band is currently composed of Kyf Brewer, Keith Swanson, Billy Dominick, Jimmy Carbomb, Eric Worthington and Jeremy Berberian. Both Brewer and Swanson are alumni of the Loch Rannoch Pipes & Drums (a band with two good pipers, mirabile dictu!). Among them, the members of Barleyjuice play close to three dozen instruments, and they play them gloriously. According to their Web site, these include eclectic items like jam butties, mutton kabobs and a woman's photograph. That tells you a lot about the band. They are madly experienced and competent musicians, and they are mad.'
Now Christopher Conder struggled a bit with this recording: 'The one genre that comes close to matching my love for roots music is electronica. In many ways they may seem completely disparate, one drawing on ancient traditions, the other boldly pushing into the future with sounds that we couldn't have imagined five years ago. I think for me the continuity lies in sonic texture. I can get bored pretty quickly with the whole guitar/vocal/bass/drums 4/4 routine, so it's just as exciting to hear Eliza Carthy fiddle-singing a ten minute pirate ballad as it is to watch Four Tet creating a symphony of beats and computer sounds. Thus I always jump at the chance to hear a new example of electro-roots fusion such as Horse, a collaboration between former Blowzabella member Paul James and electronics composer Mark Hawkins, plus an impressive array of forward looking groove-makers and folkies (including James' Blowzabella colleagues Nigel Eaton and Andy Cutting.) The mood is largely ambient, a diverse array of traditional and jazz instrumentation sitting on top of polite beats. In fact it's too ambient and polite for it's own good, and this is the major problem. It took me several listens to even notice the album enough to have an opinion on it; perfectly good for a dinner party perhaps but not much of a recommendation. It opens with the title track, an arabesque piece complete with jazzy saxophone, which is followed by the looping grooves and flute of 'Flat Earth.' So far so tasteful, but the uplifting reels of 'The Four Points' are much appreciated, even if, as is so often the case, the programmed drums tend to bind the instruments into a tight rhythm that lacks the quirky phrasing I so love in traditional music.' Read his Excellence in Writing Award winning review for a look at a uniquely challenging recording!
I Wonder as I Wander: Carols and Love Songs gets a succinct review from :Lory Hess ' If John Jacob Niles is just a name to you--perhaps most famously attached to the haunting carol "I Wonder as I Wander"--then listening to this recording will make him into a Voice. And I mean that capital V. Niles' singing, in a high male alto which he adopted for its "electric effect" on audiences, certainly is extraordinary. A trained musician who at one time sang with the Chicago Lyric Opera, he combines flawless pitch and a piercingly true tone with an inventive approach to vowels and consonants, drawling, moaning, and swooping his way through this set of Christmas carols and love songs collected or created in the American folk idiom.'
David Kidney says 'Green Man Review has had a long-standing interest in the music of Family and Roger Chapman. (Well, at least, I have. See my reviews here, here, here, and here!) Chappo's fame, if he has any at all, stems from a punch-up he got into with promoter Bill Graham on Family's tour of North America. But there was always much more to Family than attitude.' Indeed there is as you will see in his review of Family's Old Songs, New Songs and Roger Chapman & the Shortlist, The Loft Tapes, Volumes 1, 2, 3.
As he discovered when listening to 'nother recording, you don't always get what you expect: 'When I heard that Kate Campbell was getting together with Spooner Oldham to record an album of gospel songs and old hymns, well... I got excited. I was crazy about Kate's last few albums, earthy folk music with a definite gospel influence; and Spooner's live album (recorded with longtime partner Dan Penn)is a funky favourite. So together... hmmm. Couldn't wait! Here it is and it's not quite what I imagined. It sounds like Sunday morning in a sleepy Baptist church. If I told you it sounds like the church I attend, you wouldn't understand just what an insult that might be. The selection of hymns is reasonable. They range from the Irish classic "Be Thou My Vision" to the American spiritual "There Is Balm In Gilead." There are renditions of Kris Kristofferson's "They Killed Him" and of Woody Guthrie's "Jesus Christ." This should be right up there on my play list.' ANd his review should be on your must read list!
Simon Mayor & Hilary James' Children's Favourites from Acoustics elicits the following comment form Lars Nilsson: 'When I listen to this CD, words like charming, refreshing, playful and irresistible pop up in my head. I may be 53 years old, but if this is only meant for children to listen to, then count me in that category.' Read his review to see if it'll appeal to your 'inner child' as well!
Robert M. Tilendis has a hat trick this issue. Fist up is John Luther Adams' The Mathematics of Resonant Bodies which he cautions 'Fair warning -- there are sections of this recording to which I have pretty much the same reaction that I do to the early and very rigid serial minimalists: I want to put a stick between my teeth to have something to chomp down on, but at the same time I¹m fascinated by the very subtle transformations going on here. Steven Schick provides a bravura performance, catching every nuance and presenting an enormously evocative soundscape.'
Next is Bernarda and Marcos Fink's Canciones Argentinas -- Piazzola, Guastavino and Others which comes from a surprising place:' We don't normally think of Argentina when we think of "classical" music. Well, time to do some re-thinking. In the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries a group of composers emerged in Argentina, the "Generación de 900," that in many respects echoed movements in Europe and America at the time, particularly their emphasis on establishing a "national" music. As in the music of Ralph Vaughan Williams and Bèla Bartók in Europe, and Charles Ives and later Aaron Copland in the U.S., these Argentine composers, most notably Alberto Williams, assimilated the latest trends in composition while bringing vernacular and folk material into their music.' Read his insightful review to see if this lover of classical music was impressed.
Uun Budiman and the Jugala Gamelan Orchestra's Banondari -- New Directions in Jaipongan is the latest review of this music by Robert of many he done: 'it's a very interesting listening experience, although as might be expected given the Southeast Asian attitude toward tonalities, for Westerners not used to Indonesian music, the singing takes some getting used to. I found myself acclimating quite easily, however -- in fact, Uun Budiman's presence as a soloist is such that I found myself quite absorbed.'
Gary Whitehouse looks at a slew of ethnic music from a part of the world most of us know nought about: 'Many parts of Asia have only recently been opened to the West. Many of these lands have for much of the past several centuries been under the sway of huge empires -- the Ottomans, Tsarist Russia, the Mongols, ancient and modern China, the Soviet Union. Since the fall of the Soviet Union and the beginnings of the opening of China, we're seeing and hearing new sights and sounds from these lands. This collection of CDs dips a proverbial toe into those waters.'
Now a few parting words about a major upcoming review...
Lost Girls by Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie is being read by April Gutierrez right now as she prepares her detailed review of perhaps Moore's most adult work to date. Chris Staros, the Top Shelf publisher, sums up Lost Girls this way: 'For more than a century, Alice, Wendy and Dorothy have been our guides
through the Wonderland, Neverland and Land of Oz of our childhoods. Now,
like us, these three lost girls have grown up and are ready to guide us
again, this time through the realms of our sexual awakening and
fulfillment. Through their familiar fairytales they share with us their
most intimate revelations of desire in its many forms, revelations that
shine out radiantly through the dark clouds of war gathering around a
luxurious Austrian hotel. Drawing on the rich heritage of erotica, Lost
Girls is the rediscovery of the power of ecstatic writing and art in a
sublime union that only the medium of comics can achieve. Exquisite,
thoughtful, and human, Lost Girls is a work of breathtaking scope that
challenges the very notion of art fettered by convention. This is erotic
fiction at its finest. ... Similar to DC's Absolute editions of Watchmen and
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Lost Girls is packaged as three,
112-page, super-deluxe, oversized hardcover volumes, all sealed in a
gorgeous slipcase. Truly an edition for the ages.' Look for April's quite probably steamy review this fall! In the meantime, you can get more details here.
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