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
To any current genre author I have reviewed before — if you have a new story recently published or soon to be published in a collection or anthology, you may have a review by me of the story that also showcases where it is published. See HERE. (This is because I am no longer well enough to review as many books as I once did.)
Fresh Fictions, free to read HERE.
No AI input in preparation of my texts whatsoever.
THE NEW NONSCENIC
Photos here: https://conezero.wordpress.com/2024/02/24/d-f-lewis-recent-photos-1/
With over 40 quality paper pages between stiff boundaries, or rather two sets of over 20 pages each (one set in English, the other in Portuguese, as alternative renditions of the same work), my copy — a disarmingly dizzy topsy-turvy tête-bêche of an ‘Ace Double’ — is numbered by hand: 29/40.
Generously sown with papercuts in engravy.
My bespoke review of the prose piece by DPW below….
DOT UT DES
A fable of a Quid Pro Quo by dint of a toddler’s innocence gifting a bony part of himself — starting off a totting-up by tontine whereby those who lose accumulate their own dead bones into a topsy-turvy charnel pit for the tontine winner eventually to sit on top of.
A totty-lusting dude called POTUS, no doubt.
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