Welsh writer Rhys Hughes regards this as his favourite book, and
with good reason. It is one of the funniest and most intelligent
books from the lighter side of macabre writing I have ever seen. It
clamours with a cast of pirates, floppy-wristed welsh bards,
explorers and inventors, imps, squonks, moving public houses, M R
Jamesian revenants, M R Jamesian punctuation, blueberry pies,
trousers, noses, clocks, carrots . . . I cant list them all here,
there isn't room. Like all the best books, this quirky and surreal
collection is hard to classify, but it lies in that region where
the macabre and eerie worlds of classic horror and fantasy become a
basis for something else - for a dark and original sense of humour
filled with unexpected cross-references, homages, satires and black
comedy. What makes this collection remarkable is not just the
delightfully murky and skewed tales themselves, but the complex and
ingenious way they all lock together and interrelate. I was going
to say 'tessellate' but if this is a tessellation then it is filled
with impossible-sided polygons, non-Euclidean three-dimensional
geometry, unexpurgated curves and cracks from which
blueberry-scented steam emerges with a screaming hiss. But what is
without doubt is that 'The Smell of Telescopes' is a magnificent
book and a cornerstone of the rather oddly shaped corner of
literature that it occupies. Since the first edition went out of
print, the unavailability of this book has been a great crime of
literature. And Eibonvale Press is, as always, dedicated to the
righting of the world's more substantial wrongs.
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