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The Three Ages of D.F. Lewis
0. 1948-1985 — Poems / Zeroist Group (1960s), The Visitor (Novel) 1973, Agra Aska (novella) 1983.
1. 1986-2000 – Over 1000 fiction publications in magazines and anthologies, some selected for the Prime Books D.F. Lewis collection ‘Weirdmonger’ (2003).
I was awarded the BFS Karl Edward Wagner Award.
2. 2001-2010 – Publishing multi-authored ‘Nemonymous’.
3. 2008-
GESTALT REAL-TIME REVIEWING (www.nemonymous.com),
Plus one novel NEMONYMOUS NIGHT (Chômu Press), a story collection and two novellas entitled THE LAST BALCONY (InkerMen Press), and a novella entitled Weirdtongue (InkerMen Press), and my reprint of Agra Aska that was originally published in 1998 by Scorpion Press,
Plus three originally created multi-authored anthologies that I published,
Plus two books from Mount Abraxas Press, and an Eibonvale chapbook called The Big Headed People. And a book collection from Eibonvale: DABBLING WITH DIABELLI,
Plus, in July 2020, a past story selected for THE BIG BOOK OF MODERN FANTASY edited by Ann and Jeff VanderMeer.
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THE LAST BALCONY: HERE
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After many satisfying years of gestalt real-time reviewing, it now feels really special to see one of my own old stories showcased here!
My detailed review of this Big Book: HERE
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MASK
Receiving this book, effectively out of the blue, as I had forgotten about buying it, with a number of black and white photographs reminded me of Watch With Mother in the 1950s when I watched The Woodentops, Rag, Tag and Bobtail, The Flowerpot Men, Andy Pandy and, yes, Picture Book, all in black and white and usually depicting sunny days. Bill and Ben and Little Weed, for example, were always basking in the hot sunshine. And somehow I enjoyed the black and white more than when I later saw colour and ever failed to enjoy hot days, like today. Oh, to be back then, now. I see that would be a good way to die, a calm moment of infanticide, unreviving that doll that was me. (Cf ‘Artificial Life’ by Kristine Ong Muslim in a Snuggly Book entitled ‘Butterfly Dream’ that I read a few days ago.)
This remarkable work, THE LITTLE ONE, is couched in the author’s always dependable texture of prose. It would not be right for me to dare reveal the nature of the lost and secret book discovered for us within this meditation and the significance it has. And the Watch With Mother characters in naively dallying monochrome. And all its quietly stirring debates of ends and means. Unspoilt and simply right. Preferably not reviewed at all.
Suffice to say the lost and secret book is for me this very book in my hand now. How can I say better?
As an aside, I recall the puppet Andy Pandy had a doll named Looby Loo who sometimes came to life and danced but only when Andy and Teddy weren’t looking.