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Träumerei: Co-Vivid Dreaming
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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).
He 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.
Available DFL books: HERE
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“I’m never quite sure when I’m thinking aloud.”
36 pages, and a striking story that fully deserves this fine standalone printed setting for its presentation. Delighted I have found this work and that I have now read it within the realm of the twelve days of Christmas, although it will probably be even more disturbing when read outside of that realm! It is also the third day in a row that I have reviewed a work with a review that mentions either Artaud or the theatre of cruelties (and now the Marat-Sade) and I will never look again at an umbrella without thinking of this chapbook. Told as a letter to ‘you’, you put yourself in the feminine shoes of that ‘you’ and see the letter-writer as a storyteller manqué in this way, and you wonder whether you can put yourself in the letter-writer’s shoes after he was suspected by the police for killing the son with whom you were impregnated upon the corkscrew phallus he pretended was wielded not by him but by some crazy carving of Krampus before the baby in question was welted and sucked out through a flu-pipe (sic) leaving only the baby’s dummy, not that you want to know about the letter-writer’s erectile near-miss with Claudia when researching Krampus lore in post-Anschluss Austria whence his heritage derived… Do not NECESSARILY believe this review about certain aspects of the plot, a review which will not now be widened further for fear of spoilers, but DO believe what this review said earlier about the reviewer’s disturbance and delight at reading such an obliquely haunting work. The bundle of sticks, notwithstanding.