This is my first hardcover collection, and I am still extremely proud of it. Delirium Books have become extremely sought after, and this is a book that will increase in value over time. The jacket illustrations by Augie Wiedemann, publish'd in colour, are exceptionally eerie and fine. Most of the stories in this book are those I wrote in the 1990's, and some few are earlier than that; and the majority of the tales take place in Sesqua Valley, a haunted locality that I invented in 1974 or thereabouts. The book's first tale, "O, Christmas Tree," was the first Sesqua story, written in collaboration with Jessica Amanda Salmonson. Many of the stories are in the Cthulhu Mythos.
The major flaw of these tales is that I wrote them before I had S. T. Joshi as my editor. I had some very peculiar habits as a young writer, affectations that were rooted in my obsession with H. P. Lovecraft. My attitude toward grammar was punk rock: forget the rules, I'll write it MY way! And thus a lot of the writing is flawed, poor, confused. I have affectations that I picked up from Lovecraft, spelling "show" as "shew" (something I still do on rare occasion), and using words incorrectly (mostly a matter of ignorance concerning correct English usage). And yet this collection remains my most popular book.
Among the weird tales is my sequence of thirty-three sonnets, heavily influenced by (corrupted by...?) the sonnets of H. P. Lovecraft and the glorious William Shakespeare -- my God of Literature. I try'd to be too clever and experimental with these poems, and the result is very poor. I think the finest among them is not Lovecraftian at all but rather an homage to Oscar Wilde:
I entertained the evil things of Life,
Those panther boys whose beauty I adored;
And for this crime I lost my sons, my wife,
And I became a thing grotesque, abhorred.
And so what can I do but live in dream,
Where my fine name is not a thing of mud,
Where kissing handsome lads does not blaspheme,
Where--seven-veil'd--I dance in pool of blood?
and so on. Compare that to this wonky effort:
Shall I compare you to the beauteous moon--
You, far more lovely, twice as lunatic?
Rough etchings carved into an antient rune
Are not more covert, more esoteric
As your pale eyes in which I nigh behold
The lazy luster of your hungry beam,
That self-substantial fire, twice more cold
Than those refracted rays of lunar stream.
Yuk.
Each tale is followed by a wee Author's Note, and some of these are rather amusing and informative. Buy the book because it is rare and will be a wise investment. But if you just want a copy for reading, the paperback edition (and it has more tales than this hardcover includes) is less costly.