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A MAN TOO MEAN TO BE ME: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2022/11/04/a-man-too-mean-to-be-me/
ONLY CONNECT as special independent epub (ghost stories in collaboration with my late father): https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2022/09/18/only-connect-by-d-f-lewis-gordon-lewis/
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DABBLING WITH DIABELLI: https://www.eibonvalepress.co.uk/books/books_diabelli.htm
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”The Synchronised Shards of Random Truth & Fiction” — the subtitle of ‘Weirdmonger’ book in 2003.
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My statement to Tom Alaerts on Scott Nicolay’s Facebook post in May 2022 —
Yes, I always buy books to read that I simply know — by initial instinctive, perhaps pretentious osmosis of the literary gestalt — that I will mainly enjoy and can productively review. The BIG KUDOS is to be chosen!
MIKE O’DRISCOLL ARTICLE HERE:
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“…eternity seemed to have set in at late autumn.” (Elizabeth Bowen)
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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). Work once in literary journal: Stand, Iron, Panurge, Orbis, London Magazine….
Awarded the BFS Karl Edward Wagner Award in 1998.
(2.) 2001-2010 – Publishing multi-authored ‘Nemonymous’.
(3.) 2008-
GESTALT REAL-TIME REVIEWING (www.nemonymous.com),
Plus from 2011, one novel NEMONYMOUS NIGHT (Chômu Press), a story and novella collection entitled THE LAST BALCONY (InkerMen Press), and a separate 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: THE HORROR ANTHOLOGY OF HORROR ANTHOLOGIES and HORROR WITHOUT VICTIMS and HORROR STORIES BASED ON CLASSICAL MUSIC.
Plus two DFL 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 2022 a Nightjar Press special entitled THE BIRTHDAY PRESENCE. Plus a 2022 book collection from Incunabula Media: A MAN TOO MEAN TO BE ME.
Plus, in July 2020, a past story selected for THE BIG BOOK OF MODERN FANTASY edited by Ann and Jeff VanderMeer.
Plus forthcoming DFL hard books, one from Incunabula Media, and two or three from Eibonvale Press. e.g. the republication of out of print NEMONYMOUS NIGHT novel and THE APOCRYPHAN (Eibonvale) and THE LAST BALCONY STORIES + YESTERFANG (EIBONVALE) and there are new DFL fiction miniatures available soon to be announced as a Kindle.
Soon to be published GAUCHE STORIES (INCUNABULA MEDIA) plus a 10,000 words work entitled FINISH (publisher to be announced).
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The Des Lewis Gestalt Real-Time Reviews 
Written today:
A MILESTONE OF MANSIONS AND MENTIONS
I don’t know how long this will last, but I thought I should try to reach a gestalt as I do with real-time reviewing from the guestroom in the mansion-without-roofs, turning to the full meaning and assimilation of a smile, the vertical eye, the third bed, the real mucky and the whitening ceiling. We all have to shape up to such a challenge. I know today it has come to a monologue I speak spontaneously as I approach the final, or perhaps not final, mansion-without-roofs that has come to symbolise something far greater than a ‘thing’ with something else missing. At the front of the building, a woman waves at me and tells me to remember the authors whom I have so assiduously reviewed over the years. I will not name them here, but she did mention all of you, every single one of you, and she smiled and invited me in as a woman I knew very well, someone to live with, it seemed, well, what should I say, for 50 years, and still counting, but that was another life in an alternate world, and I thought of the voice in the parcel, the wave and the kiss, the state of being drowsy with divinity, a maelstrom of miniatures, this milestone of miniatures, this eventual mountain of mansion, the thing that is the thing that is a ghost, but it is not a ghost as such however large it grows, because I seek the ghost. The ghost that is the gestalt that is the gruesome guestroom at the top of a bungalow mansion not a bungalow house, a mansion that has only two floors and the guest room is on the fourth floor! So, what happened to the third floor, I asked myself, and I stepped back from the building, knowing that the woman who would welcome me had already gone somewhere else. I see a huge tree leaning against the mansion, but is it the tree yielding, or the building yielding? The building that had once been a bungalow, and it was actually growing up alongside the tree, so as to fulfil the vision of the further floors above the original two floors that I already knew and the roof was healing itself with some slow and arduous precision. A huge finger from the sky tapping tiles into place, touching chimneys into an upright position, and I knew I had to get to the fourth floor to find the gruesome guestroom, before it became the fifth floor, then the sixth, and so on. And then I knew I would see all you authors I had reviewed in that gruesome guestroom, as I did so much yearn to do so, standing around me as you would as if you knew that you should. And I continued walking up the stairs, one by one, slowly in a paradoxical gait that Zeno would’ve been proud of. The floorboards were bare as already adumbrated in the story I wrote yesterday, bearing the dance of dents from soldiers’ boots, and if you look at my list of miniatures, you will find this story in the last few that I linked yesterday, and there were these dents clear to the eye today. I also thought of the other stories, or miniatures as I call them, and the steps seem to represent each miniature because I would try new steps now because I was just as tiny as them, perhaps like the tiniest Lilliputian and I passed the floors I already knew, and beyond that were a network of attics and lofts choked with a tangle of loft ladders, not real floors or bedrooms or guestrooms, but just interlocking attics with cobwebs and discarded toys and further bric-a-brac, but I managed to get to the fourth floor beyond those attics of which the third floor was completely constituted, but the fourth floor was more resplendent beyond the last loft ladder. It was actually what you would expect in a mansion. Now that the roof had been healed and towards the back of this large room I saw an old gent sitting gently intoning to himself as I am also intoning as I spontaneously dictate this about nothing gruesome in a guestroom. I thought nothing strange, just a sort of homecoming whether it was my doppelgänger or my ghost that I would soon merge with, to join my intoning of words with his, but I never seem to be able to end, but just go on and on walking towards him. Null Immortalis.
Dedicated to the silent author mentions.
All miniatures: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2023/09/28/mansions-as-miniatures/