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/
The Des Lewis Gestalt Real-Time Reviews 
Unlike in my heyday in recent years regarding older literature and genre short stories and novels whereby I accomplished in detail many experimental or personal critiques as linked here: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2022/12/23/some-of-my-serial-reviews-indexed/, my ageing and lazing brain now finds it more difficult to continue to do so.
For those interested in the plot of NOTHING, this is an excellent article: https://anokatony.wordpress.com/2020/06/19/nothing-by-henry-green-a-novel-composed-almost-entirely-of-dialogue/
From NOTHING:
“Such a blind view of life. No, you have to look forward, face the future whatever that may bring.”
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“‘Oh I do sometimes thank God you’re blind and I pray you’ll keep so.’
‘My eyes are all right Jane.’
‘They’re beautiful ones,’ she assured him ‘and beautifuller still while they don’t know what they miss by staring at me with your particularly sweet expression.’”
From three separate places in this novel…
She will persist in hugging her own elbow
she has somehow to keep hold on her elbow,
she liked to hang from the elbow
I have NOTHING else to say.
Finally to BACK: