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DFS LEWIS
Reviews linked for each year: 2008/9 – 2010 – 2011 – 2012 – 2013 – 2014 – 2015 – 2016 – 2017 – 2018 – 2019 – 2020
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Available DFL books: HERE
All reviews linked for each of these years:
2008/9 – 2010 – 2011 – 2012 – 2013 – 2014 – 2015 – 2016 – 2017 – 2018 – 2019 – 2020
And Click: HERE for full Navigation, Stop Press & Backstory.
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
There may be some delay before being able to commence this review.
My copy numbered 112/200. About 20 pages.
“My brother was twenty-four and still managing to hide. Always in the same place, always in the attic. It wasn’t much of a chase.”
It is hard to detach myself from this story and see it objectively. And if I told you what happened in it, you would probably not believe me, but, if you did, this knowledge would spoil your undoubted enjoyment or serious appreciation of it. Suffice to say, it is well written and compelling. Why am I not able to detach myself? Well, in tune with my long experience of gestalt real-time reviewing, I have hit yet another illuminating synchronicity. Just an hour ago I read and reviewed (here) the Nicholas Royle story HIDE AND SEEK, in many ways completely different, but with a brother and sister playing hide and seek. A synergy of a number of co-resonating meanings that neither work had till I read both just now by accident. The two works already brilliant as standalones, I say, but now inadvertently even more brilliant. Here in the Sunnen it is not a hide and seek game exactly, but the results and oblique implications are similar. A Zeno’s Paradox fable. Almost. (And I noted the coloured spines of books in the Sunnen. Not white ones like Picador.)
My copy numbered 85/200. About 20 pages.
“Why people have children — to defer some of their own personal disaster.”
A truly incisive, but somehow laid-back, classic of today in the direcity of SE London near the Old Kent Road, with endemic neighbours who are autonomously noisy,
abodes makeshift, glitches more like attritional gashes in the fabric of existence, alienation being an old man just standing outside your window with a hand down the front of his trousers, as we follow the main protagonist in this scenario as he continues gigging for creative app jobs, filling in as career carer for his sister’s small son and the smelly wounds of that boy’s recent cancer operation. Are there any undisputed experts who know anything about such wounds of life, I ask. Everyone puts the wrong ointment and dressings on, I say. No future-proofing, except the cockles with plastic toothpick, dried-out camembert with its cells collapsed, and birdlife soon to be only in a book. Detachment that aches in my soul, seeking the Zeno-slow depletion of body and soul.
Another brother and sister playing hide and seek with each other?