2021: Bedlam in Print
The latest installment of my annual overview of the previous year’s Bedlam Files-friendly publications
The latest installment of my annual overview of the previous year’s Bedlam Files-friendly publications
As the back cover inquires, “Have you ever sautéed geometrical sex or eaten fate from the breasts of Minerva?”
Content-wise it’s sold as “A relentless symphony of pleasantries and things unpleasant sketched with the inimitable style of a master’s hand.” I couldn’t have put it better myself!
A subtly deranged, obliquely beautiful oddity. The thirty six stories in this short and pointed compendium of urban neurosis span the globe and the centuries, with each set in and named after a different city.
This volume proves that genuinely vital avant-garde fiction is alive and well.
This wildly satiric and surreal novella is one of several Connell tales centered on the character of Dr. Black, “polymath and great phytographist, foremost of amateur nephologists.”
Another Nemonymous anthology, meaning another weird and fascinating compendium of horror, science fiction and general oddness.
Of the handful of books I’ve read by Brendan Connell this fast moving novella is the most accessible. Unfortunately it’s also the most problematic.
Here we have the latest (admittedly quite belayed) installment of my annual overview of the previous year’s horror-minded publications
For fiction, 2011 was an only slightly better year than it was for movies—and cinematically it was a pretty rotten year