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Träumerei: Co-Vivid Dreaming
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
Pages 3 – 27
“This begs the question – who is the author?”
I’ll need to take this book slowly, struggling to delineate its plot (at least yet), amid the off-putting swear words; there seems to be a Schism, or more than one Schism, as, on this day just now, in my world, a new Schism actually emerges, as observed externally. In this City of a dire Messiah for whom at least one woman has mixed feelings of hatred and lust, where happiness cannot be deliberate or it slips away, and factions fight each other or even fight themselves, and the central point of view, one minute, is a fallible man who has lost fingers and the next imagines the fingers found intact on his hand. So much to quote, I am engulfed by this book, possibly fatally. We shall see.
There is a striking paragraph at the top of page 5, about happiness ‘for a prolonged period’, that I somehow roughly presaged a few weeks ago here. I feel that, amid misgivings, I was destined to read this book. I shall need to eke it out, for my own sanity, perhaps. A necessary hairshirt for our times. But which of me is wearing it?
PS: it now seems apt that, before starting to read this book, I had added this to my banner above on this website: “Reviewing a book is not writing an immaculate essay about it, but getting your hands dirty with it.”
“I was born with these stories already in my head. I remember more from them than I do events in my own life. I am a prisoner of fiction. I use it to shape me.”
And I feel as if this book itself, possibly as an autonomous force, is taking me over to help me understand how its protagonist’s own ‘Braingate’ is being taken over by someone actually within this book, alongside its plot’s declared ‘infobesity’ of too many books and blogs (explicitly) like this one.
Page 58 onward to end of book
“You don’t seriously believe all this BS about us being animals hooked up to a computer, do you?”
I read Tem’s Garbage this morning (review here). That described what I feel as my ensuing state of mind. This book has now brought such a description to full fucking fruition!
I dream of mirrors? No, they dream, of me. Their nightmare, eventually not mine. Hopefully.
I should have read these blurbs in the book first!