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“curious dreamers, curious dramas”

Today’s photo to mark the end of my monumental Finnegans Wake review:

Click on photo to find the review.

A dead monument to once ancient hope.

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Versionary Science Fiction

[The adjacent book shown above is ‘First Novel’ by Nicholas Royle which I reviewed here.]

My real-time review of THE ADJACENT by Christopher Priest (Gollancz 2013) was completed about half an hour ago and started HERE a few days before.

Meanwhile, is this the first time that such fiction has been dubbed Versionary SF?

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The Haunted Bookshelf

Photo of my own haunted bookshelf

The Ash Tree Press Yahoogroups ‘All Hallows’ has been going many years with much discussion activity on ghost stories and things horror genre, of which group I have been a member. Yesterday, Christopher Roden announced another Yahoogroups entitled ‘The Haunted Bookshelf’ specifically at first to discuss systematically the stories in Ann and Jeff VanderMeer’s massive and massively acclaimed THE WEIRD. You may apply for membership here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Haunted_Bookshelf
Their Facebook page for immediate updates etc: https://www.facebook.com/TheHauntedBookshelf

During November 2011, I conducted a detailed systematic real-time review of THE WEIRD here: https://nullimmortalis.wordpress.com/2011/11/16/df-lewiss-real-time-review-of-the-vandermeers-massive-the-weird/ and I have since received a lot of good feedback about it — including from one of its editors in a public statement and, yesterday, out of the blue, Johnny Mains started a new thread on his Facebook page with a link to my review and stating that it was: “The greatest review of any book in the history of reviews.”

I don’t intend to re-post any of that review to The Haunted Bookshelf discussion group or, at this stage, to re-read the book. But I hope members of the group, if they think fit, will read my review about each story ‘in media res’. I shall be interested to see what the others think of the stories and I shall no doubt make input regarding any new thoughts of my own during the discussion.

Weird: A Compendium of Dark and Strange Stories


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The Wind Through The Keyhole – Stephen King


The Wind Through the Keyhole: A Dark Tower Novel

My on-going real-time reviews of THE DARK TOWER novels by STEPHEN KING. These reviews are intended to be virgin first-reading real-time-review extrapolations without benefit of any other information about them.

[All my real-time reviews are linked from here: http://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/ or just the Stephen King ones: https://nullimmortalis.wordpress.com/2011/02/18/my-real-time-reviews-of-stephen-king-the-dark-tower-etc/]

There is no guarantee how quickly the review below will progress, whether it be days or years.


first published 2012 – this edition Hodder & Stoughton hardback 2012 (first British edition) purchased from Amazon UK and received today.



Pages 3 – 8

“Oy was beyond them, at the edge of the circus-painted raft, looking rapidly down at his own reflection.”

So early into my retrocausal ‘inquel’ reunion with my friends of this story-world-made-real, I did not expect such personal confirmation to me in this way from the author himself of my theory in earlier ‘Dark Tower’ real-time reviews that I am Oy or Oy am me.  Retrocausal is the key word, the ka word, I guess, something that I’ve been harping on about ever since I invented Cern Zoo. Here, we (Roland, Eddy, Susannah-Detta) find Oy talking to an old man. I, you see, am an old man, too – in real life as the reader of this book. Well, it is good to be back; Jake is somewhere ahead. [I made acquaintance with someone called Jake today for the first time by email after having read his excellent stories a few weeks ago. Retrocausality and Serendipity]. (27 Apr 12 – 6.30 pm bst)

Page 8 – 13

“‘Are ‘ee ready?’ Bix asked them. His eyes were nearly as bright as Oy’s.”

I feel an uncanny power upon me. That Bix is the old man’s name. (Bix B9 Benign??)  He is the ferryman with a raft to take the ka-tet bank to bank, I guess. Just like the reader does by reading it. Nothing happens at all if left unread. Meanwhile, oy myself wonder about ‘The Path of the Beam’ and how it has been affected by this retrocausal diversion to pre-Calla. We’re in a new billy-bumbler ball-game for we readers who read (about Mia’s Farrow et al) ‘The Dark Tower’ in its pre-ordered, pre-ordained order – till now. (28 Apr 12 – 2.15 pm bst)

Pages 13 – 35

“‘And if you come back this way, stop and visit awhile with old Bix. Tell him of your adventures.'”

As Starkblast approaches, Roland prepares to thread the wind – or the wind threads him – with two inner stories. One of which his Mother told him, as a child, about the Wind through the Keyhole. Stories so huge, I guess, that as inner stories they eventually become outer ones. Inner and outer in or out of synergy? Filleting each other for primacy? (28 Apr 12 – 6.45 pm bst)


Page 39 – 56

She might have been knitting a blanket, but held before that barrel of a body and breasts so big each of them could have fully shaded a baby from the sun, whatever it was looked no bigger than a handkerchief.”

Like fantasy and the handkerchief-sized paper page in this book I read and on which such fantasy is literally stained in the sahpe of words. So… O any Ebook readers of this story eat your hearts out, as you think you truly follow (like me) a younger Roland and his callow companion on their inner-story quest to save a community from the skin-man. Commissioned by his father. Things I vaguely recall from reading the Dark Tower books heretofore come back to me piecemeal, making them even more real than I actually thought of them before. Time within earlier time within future time within earlier time… There is something fiction-magical, fiction-magal about the name Stephen King – a character in these books – that makes me believe I ought to read this excresence to a once thought-to-be-whole canon of truth. With any other author and I wouldn’t have bothered. Even with other authors I might generally prefer to King are not worthy of such second thoughts of completism. Only King, at his best or his second-ratest… (29 Apr 12 – 9.35pm bst)

Page 56 – 76

I loved it myself; the sound of the wind has always made me think of good times and far places.”

Although considered by the locals as too young for the job, Roland and his companion are set to deal with the skin-man – as his father once dealt with the Crows… “…‘here are the billy-bumblers sitting all a-row and scenting the air. They know, don’t they?‘” (30 Apr 12 – 6.50 pm bst)

Page 76 – 96

At least the wind, which was still strengthening, was at our backs.”

Poignancy among the skin-man kill; as a boy is comforted about his dead dad. A whodunnit for Roland and Jamie to tease out the culprit when in human form. One of the salt-miners or someone else? Currently, I’m not sure where this is all going. Even the style, oddly salted itself, drags meaningfully… (1 May 12 – 6.50 pm bst)

Page 96 – 116

Stories take a person away. If they’re good ones, that is.”

Cooling his bootheels, Roland continues – with hypnotism – to whodunniticise the boy whose dad died at the ‘hands’ of the skin-man: and tries to scry the skin-man’s markings not as an animal but as a human for future identity purposes: and, a story-within-a-story-within-a-story as a by-product or retrocausation of that hypnotism: as they prepare to face the danger of gittin that skin-man: the story within the story within a story being ‘The Wind Through the Keyhole’ that his Mother once told Roland as a child (Roland here in first person singular nekkidness as a young man being told about himself by an older manself with a mind to the Child as Father of the Mind): and it’s just like us readers being hypnotised back into the dark-towering layers of ‘story’ we were once told by a mother-King (without the ‘fu’) in a backdrop of our minds or of our single mind… “now working against the wind.” (2 May 12 2.30 pm bst)




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Hull Scunthorpe

Nobody, except me, a few days ago – and possibly Christopher Priest himself – have appreciated that his dawn raid against the Clarke Award is a version of the Sculthorpe Earth Cry from the Islands: self-referentially linked by me here: http://weirdmonger.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/sculthorpe-earth-cry.html

The Earth Cry effectively features in one of the sixty longlisted novels that was not even read. Unread, inferentially, you see, as they got its title wrong on all the public lists.

Is this just another crazy blog or what?


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