Satan Wants Me Paperback – 16 Oct 2000
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The summer of 1967 - the summer of "A Whiter Shade of Pale", "Mellow Yellow" and "Sgt Pepper". Peter is into path-working meditations, backwards causation, easy sex and drugs. There is acid on the streets and darker things are on the move.
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Recommended for a read - 3.5 stars is probably a fair score.
Robert Irwin is in my opinion a superb novelist. Previously I'd read The Arabian Nightmares which another fantastic book, now I'm determined to read everything by RI
I love when you get that feeling that "someone has been here ahead of me" when you're reading a book - little things that are put in early on and their significance only revealed much later so that you get that "ohmigod" deja-vu feeling - this has loads of those.
The prose is full of marvellous little pearls you wish you'd thought of yourself: "there is a methedrine to our madness" (on his rationale for something they did on an acid trip) and lots lots more. Buy it. I'm getting Arabian Nightmare next.
Just one thing Robert, you go DOWN the hill from the station to get to the Maltings! :-)
I am glad that the Cairo Working was explained in detail near the end but, because of the way in which the narrative had shifted, I felt that it was added as a necessary afterthought. The Black Book Lodge at Horropollo House seemed impotent in many ways and yet there were powerful occult rituals hinted at having been performed. Just when I thought that there actually might be something in this accidental occultist's experience, it was dropped, straightened out and abandoned in the banal mundanity of everyday existence.
The story bucked and writhed just like a hippy chick on LSD at the height of her pleasure but, ultimately, the come down over-shadowed the high.