"Supremely glad that this is only Volume 1."

This is Ed Morris’ review of my collected King in Yellow tales (just released by Lovecraft Ezine Press). As he collaborated on one of these tales, it might be bad etiquette to post it here, but writers like to post raves, so—

“Supremely glad that

this is only

Volume 1.”

It is bad form to review a work

wherein the last story is a

collaboration with your-

self, but this is a

rare case. I asked.

The favor was

granted, the

form under-

stood.

Ah, Beast, teacher, Boogeyman, the father I actually found,

Sensei, dark midnight thunderer over metaphysical canons,

This collection, this chance, this great thing that

Mike Davis did, and everyone who proofed and dare

I say peopled its pages with dank cyanide Easter-

eggs: Mike Cisco. Kat Pulver. Brandi Jording.

Karl Edward Wagner. Laird Barron. Scott

Nicolay. David Lynch. But none of them

are big enough for Beast to hide

behind, even with false modesty,

homage, canonical Jazz and Ska

when all the stops come loose,

This series of etudes in every key,

This—Ah, Beast, the drunken

night behind the ropes at a

Tuscan restaurant while

the cooks paid back the

favor they owed the

Tuscan beauty on

my arm and we

drank till

four and

jukebox'd

Swing was

almost

this good. It almost

held this much weight, but

I don't have to put it

down after every story

and process what I

just read. Me.

Me.

You never cease to meditate on

Chambers, but never stayed

there, only jumped off

from there. Every time

I think you've cheated,

you rope-a-dope both
eyelids and I go
back one page and
Oh.

Oh.

Beast don't cheat. The reader
is his mouse. We get moved
back and forth on the
page. SWAT. SWAT. A
little blood, but
more to the field
of play. [END]


You can, of course, find the book at Lovecraft eZine Press, or Amazon.


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