Des Lewis will be 77 years old on 18 January 2025
Those who have read these episodic brainstorming reviews of mine must know they are very personal — rough-shod and spontaneous. Synchronicity and anagram mixed. I know they are not professional, never potentially publishable other than in the madness of my head, but I do hope they show grains of dark truth and cosmic panache.
These Des Lewis Gestalt Real-Time Reviews were founded in 2008.
‘What’s the loveliest word in the English language, officer? In the sound it makes in your mouth, in the shape it makes on the page? What do you think? Well now, I’ll tell you: E-L-B-O-W. Elbow.’ — THE SINGING DETECTIVE
“How shall a man find his way unless he lose it?” — Walter de la Mare
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THE NEW NONSCENIC
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This is a beautiful book with pages almost stiffer than its cover. Entrancing artwork by Harry O. Morris, arch grey partitions, introduction by Paul Tremblay, and with Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.’s afterworded circumstances of its rediscovery as a text now published for the first time after having been kept in Joe’s own cupboard for many eons.
But the work represents, it seems, an appendix to or an original throwaway from or, more likely, a now realised lost highlight from the author’s much earlier success, ‘The Divinity Student’, in the early 1990s, something I have not yet read.