not bad collection of short stories. Some hits, some misses. Certainly the most original collection I've seen in a while. I'll need to read some more of the various authors collected here.

Caught my attention by focusing on the titular SF literary movement. A lot of good writers in the collection: China Mieville, Clive Barker, Michael Moorcock, etc. However, typical anthology disclaimer: stories can be hit or miss. ( )

An in depth review in multiple posts:

http://mentatjack.com/2009/05/31/read...

http://mentatjack.com/2009/06/28/revi...

It’s easy to imagine two different readers reacting in opposite ways to The New Weird. One might find it delightfully odd; the other might find it as terrifying as Kafka on LSD. And a third might find it delightfully odd because it’s as terrifying as Kafka on LSD. Certainly, no one is likely to find it boring.

The book is well-organized, with a short, useful introduction; a section entitled “Stimuli,” containing older selections (though not very old; the oldest piece, by Michael Moorcock, has an original copyright date of 1979, while the Thomas Ligotti selection was published only in 1997); “Evidence,” stories published mostly in this millennium and intended to demonstrate precisely what New Weird is, or was; “Symposium,” short essays by three writers and shorter commentary by European editors; and “Laboratory,” a communal story by “some of our finest fantasists generally not identified as ‘New Weird.’” Each section has its own points of interests, though the last is of dubious value; as discussed below, some writers even seem to be mocking the assignment, though perhaps that is merely a matter of style.

Which brings us back to the definitional problem. In his introduction, Jeff VanderMeer quotes M. John Harrison asking whether New Weird “is…even anything.” It is VanderMeer’s thesis that the popularity of China Mieville’s Perdido Street Station in 2000 crystallized a shift in traditional weird fiction – the sort written by H.P. Lovecraft and Clark Ashton Smith, which ultimately became modern-day horror fiction – into a new type of supernatural or fantastical horror fiction. The twin stimuli for the shift were the New Wave of the 1960s and the “unsettling grotesquery” of 1980s horror, like Clive Barker’s Clive Barker's Books of Blood. The difference was that this new type of fiction surrendered to the weird, without ironic distance, using “rough-hewn but effective plots featuring earnest, proactive characters.”

VanderMeer suggests that this work was not particularly subtle and therefore considerably more accessible to readers than its influences had been. Some writers of work identified as New Weird, like Mieville, also argued that it had a specific political component, particularly in opposition to globalization and global corporations. Others, like Steph Swainston, found political categorization too limiting, finding instead a sort of spiritual meaning in the use of New Weird. It wasn’t long before those authors writing the work most identified as New Weird came to deny the label, particularly as their work continued to grow and evolve. VanderMeer contends that none of them ever wrote anything that was much like what they’d written before “for the most part” – neatly setting aside the fact that a number of these writers, like Harrison, Swainston and Mieville continue to write books set in the universes they originally defined as New Weird. VanderMeer implies that New Weird was essentially a moment in time, a marketing category, a way of shaking up the field that has made it possible for writers to come up with “their own wonderfully bizarre and transgressive recombination[s].” Ultimately, VanderMeer comes up with what he calls a working definition of New Weird:

"New Weird is a type of urban, secondary-world fiction that subverts the romanticized ideas about place found in traditional fantasy, largely by choosing realistic, complex real-world models as the jumping off point for creation of settings that may combine elements of both science fiction and fantasy. New Weird has a visceral, in-the-moment quality that often uses elements of surreal or transgressive horror for its tone, style, and effects – in combination with the stimulus of influence from New Wave writers of their proxies (including such forebears as Mervyn Peake and the French/English Decadents). New Weird fictions are acutely aware of the modern world, even if in disguise, but not always overtly political. As part of this awareness of the modern world, New Weird relies for its visionary power on a “surrender to the weird” that isn’t, for example, hermetically sealed in a haunted house on the moors or in a cave in Antarctica. The “surrender” (or “belief”) of the writer can take many forms, some of them even involving the use of postmodern techniques that do not undermine the surface reality of the text." (xvi)

It’s a good definition, and largely supported by the stories the VanderMeers choose to fill out their anthology. If I were to tinker with it, it would be to emphasize that world-building seems to be especially critical to New Weird, more so than to traditional science fiction, fantasy or horror. Place is primary to character, and place tends to shape events more than characters do.

The first story in the anthology demonstrates this primacy of place in New Weird fiction. M. John Harrison’s “The Luck in the Head” is a complex and very strange story set in Uroconium, “an indifferent city.” This tale of the anniversary of Uroconium’s liberation from the Analeptic Kings and its current rule by the incredibly ancient Mammy Vooley is one that seems to begin in the middle, as if there is much untold, leaving much work to the reader’s imagination, leading one to wish she could unhinge herself from reality to follow the goings on. Ardwick Chrome, the protagonist, is seeking relief from disturbing, senseless dreams that torment him as he lies strapped to his bed. The convoluted plot has Chrome attempting to stop his dreams by assassinating Mammy Vooley at the request of an insect woman, and all flows into ever increasing strange and random changes. No doubt it is weird; it is also repellent. It is not a story to enjoy, but one to be distantly admired as the work of a vivid imagination.

Clive Barker’s “In the Hills, the Cities,” is a more accessible story, but no less weird. This tale strikes me as unlike much of Barker’s work, lacking the vulgarity of his Mister B. Gone or the must-look-away images of his Hellraiser films. It is about an unusual festival conducted by two Eastern European cities, and a tragedy that befalls them. This story is alive with the oddness of cities truly becoming their populations, and the descriptions Barker writes stay vivid long after the pages fall closed.

“Crossing Into Cambodia: A Story of the Third World War” by Michael Moorcock is a more dubious choice for a “weird” tale, striking me more as a straightforward vision of the evils of war in the wake of Vietnam (and, even more so, Iraq, though Moorcock was writing while George W. Bush was still decades away from his Supreme Court victory, much less “Mission Accomplished”). That may be a matter of timing, though, for sometimes reality has a way of catching up with the weird in ways we don’t appreciate.

Who can resist a story that begins, “It was a cold morning, two days before Jape Day, and little children were eating the eyeballs of corpses in Blood Park”? Simon Ings treats us to uncanny horror combined with gruesome humor, in “The Braining of Mother Lamprey.” Kathe Koje’s “The Neglected Garden” tells a tale of unrequited, obsessive love and horrible indifference as a woman becomes a part of her former lover’s garden. Thomas Ligotti once again demonstrates the importance of place to weird tales in “A Soft Voice Whispers Nothing,” a short tale of almost poetic language about a metaphysical parade that closes out the “Stimuli” section.

“Evidence” is a more difficult section of the book because so much of the material makes more sense if one has knowledge of the authors’ larger works. China Mieville’s “Jack,” for instance, is far more intelligible to a reader who knows of the city of New Crobuzon, which first appeared in Mieville’s Perdido Street Station. It’s a good story, and it can stand alone, but without the authority of the city in which it is set surrounding it, it is a lesser tale. Jeffrey Thomas’s “Immolation,” one of the strongest, darkest and saddest stories in the book, takes on new meaning if the reader is aware of Thomas’s Punktown. Leena Krohn’s short novel Tainaron: Mail from Another City is a lovely work, and the excerpt here does not do it justice, just as “The Ride of the Gabbleratchet” from Steph Swainston’s Dangerous Offspring hardly begins to give the reader the slightest taste of her marvelous Fourlands trilogy. New Weird depends so heavily on complex worldbuilding that it is difficult to convey its flavor in a short story, making the task the VanderMeers have set for themselves virtually impossible to accomplish. It takes time and much description and action to show a complete world – and many more words than will fit within the confines of a story. Indeed, most writers require more than a single long novel.

Nonetheless, several stories included, here manage to convey the haunting atmosphere of New Weird. Brian Evenson does it in “Watson’s Boy,” the tale of a man who spends his days picking up keys for no other reason than that they are there and they are all he knows. The world here is small, enclosed, and easier to describe, thus fitting within a single story. Jeffrey Ford, a true master of the short form, astonishes again with “At Reparata, a tale of a wonderful kingdom where everyone gets the title he or she truly deserves. And Alistair Rennie’s “The Gutter Sees the Light that Never Shines” is foul and funny at the same time, a fine last tale to evidence that New Weird is not without a sense of humor.

The next section of the book, “Symposium,” is uneven in its usefulness, but overall is likely to give a kick to anyone who has the slightest penchant for literary criticism and the future of the fantastic. This is the second “definitional” book that I know of (the first was Feeling Very Strange: The Slipstream Anthology by James Patrick Kelly and John Kessel, reviewed here) that has used excerpts from online discussions to try to explain the boundaries of a subgenre of science fiction/fantasy/horror – perhaps a logical outgrowth of the fact that those of us who read in these genres are those most likely to use tools like internet message boards. The discussion, between authors, readers, editors, critics, and some complete unknowns, is thoughtful and thought-provoking, extremely well-edited to convey the best of the conversation while preserving its occasionally playful tone. Essays by Michael Cisco, Darja Malcolm-Clarke and K.J. Bishop develop the idea that New Weird is a fuzzy label, alive and changing but, as Cisco puts it, very much “the scene.” One of the most interesting parts of the book is the section in which the VanderMeers set forth the perspectives of European editors on New Weird. These editors talk about problems of translation and of the development of strange fiction in their own countries and their own languages, and of trends that have developed independently of English-language influence that have occurred simultaneously.

The least successful section of the book is the one labeled “Laboratory.” The VanderMeers commissioned a piece from a number of fantasists not commonly known for their work in New Weird, writing in a round robin. The instigator is Paul Di Filippo, who unfortunately writes as if he is making fun of the whole concept of New Weird, choosing names for characters, gods and places that echo those used by Mieville and Swainston in a way that mocks them, and situations that sound more silly than weird. One almost begins to feel as if one is being laughed at for taking this New Weird stuff so seriously. Fortunately, the writers who follow Di Filippo are not so blatant in their disregard for the form, but their contributions rarely mesh with one another, and the story never coalesces.

Finally, the VanderMeers offer an extremely valuable “Recommended Reading” section at the back of the book. Even those who consider themselves well-versed in the New Weird might find some works here that he or she has overlooked, and be happy to have discovered them. As the VanderMeers state, it is not an exhaustive list, but it is stimulating. I’ve read a number of the works on the list since my first reading of The New Weird, and while some were better than others, they certainly all added to my understanding of this marvelously odd literary movement.

The New Weird is therefore an engaging and thought-provoking if imperfect book. Scholars of the fantastic will certainly wish to include it in their libraries, and it is a good impetus to discussion. Casual readers, however, may find it much more difficult to appreciate; still, it is a good place for them to start on an exploration of this little corner of science fiction/fantasy/horror, one where all three genres seem to be bundled into one very strange whole.

THE NEW WEIRD is an anthology dealing with - you guessed it - the New Weird. To this end, the editors have divided it into four segments: Stimuli, being stories that predate the New Weird explosion of the early 2000s; Evidence, being stories from the centre of the New Weird; Symposium, a section filled with critical writings; and Laboratory, an experimental round robin story in which they asked seven writers to create a New Weird piece.

I enjoyed it quite a bit. It was a little lighter on the criticism than I expected, but it still gave me some good stuff to think about. Just knowing that it had been compiled as an attempt to examine this literary movement/phenomenon/thing that just kind of happened, I found myself reading the stories more closely and thinking about the ways they intersected and diverged thematically. I had a great time doing so.

That's not to say that I liked each and every story. I definitely enjoyed some more than others. My favourites were "Jack" by China Mieville, "The Art of Dying" by K.J. Bishop, and "At Reparata" by Jeffrey Ford. I also appreciated "The Luck in the Head" by M. John Harrison, "The Braining of Mother Lamprey" by Simon Ings, and "The Gutter Sees the Light That Never Shines" by Alistair Rennie because of how beautifully the authors dealt with the worlds they'd created. I appreciated how they tied each setting's social structures and morality together.

"The Ride of the Gabbleratchet" by Steph Swainston was, without a doubt, my least favourite story. It's an excerpt from a novel, and I felt like I'd been thrust straight into the middle of something without the tools I needed to work with it. This would've been all right if I'd received these tools throughout the course of the story, but I never did. I might have enjoyed it if I'd read the rest of the book surrounding it, but without that... well, it fell flat. I wasn't crazy about Michael Moorcock's "Crossing Into Cambodia," either, and was rather unsure of how it fit into the anthology's theme. So far as this non-sci fi reader is concerned, it read like straight science fiction.

And that brings me to my biggest beef with the anthology as a whole: I think it would have been much stronger if the editors had given us at least a little commentary on each of the stories. Intro blurbs stating where and when each story was published, how it broke new ground, etc. would've been fantastic. It also might've been nice to hear how the editors figure each story fits into the anthology's theme.

But perhaps they felt this would've been steering the reader to too great an extent. They've placed the critical essays after the reprinted works, which leads me to believe that they want us to have formed our own opinions of the New Weird by the time we arrive at them. I know I felt as though I'd been invited to contrast my own thoughts against those of the contributing critics, and I appreciated the opportunity. I found myself considering not only how the stories I'd just read related to one another but how they related to fantasy as a whole. I thought about my own writing and where I'd like it to fit into this brave new world. I was most definitely absorbed and engaged, and I'm glad the criticism was where it was. But I still think intro blurbs would've improved the experience.

All in all, though, I got a lot out of this. It wasn't a perfect anthology, but I find myself sorry it's over. I'd definitely recommend it to anyone interested in the changing landscape of speculative fiction.

(A slightly different version of this review originally appeared on my blog, Stella Matutina). ( )

Jeff and Ann VanderMeer seem to have two goals with this anthology: firstly, to bring together some stories from the luminaries of the New Weird sub-genre, and secondly to give a good idea of what New Weird is and where it comes from. I'd have to say they succeed with the first goal, but fall short of achieving their second goal. In all fairness, it can be difficult to discuss something like a sub-genre without drifting into unnecessary hair-splitting or silly semantics. (What makes New Weird different than Interstitial or New Wave Fabulism, for example.) However, the VanderMeers seem to have been unable to choose a specific approach to the material.

To begin with, the book is structured to create the impression of analyzing or tracing the development of New Weird. The first section, consisting of six stories, is devoted to works which have been influential, but I actually would have preferred a little bit more explanation as to what exact influence those stories are meant to have provided. Instead, I often found myself wondering why the stories were chosen, what influence they were supposed to have provided, and even what made them distinct from New Weird itself. This was particularly true with M. John Harrison's "The Luck in the Head" and Simon D. Ings' "The Braining of Mother Lamprey," which seem as if they could have been slipped into the second section without the reader being the wiser, especially since Harrison is elsewhere described as a New Weird writer. The other stories in this section were three horror stories (Clive Barker's "In the Hills, the Cities," Kathe Koja's "The Neglected Garden," and Thomas Ligotti's "A Soft Voice Whispers Nothing") which though quite good seemed largely to have at best oblique influence. Michael Moorcock's "Crossing into Cambodia" is more of straight sci-fi, post-apocalyptic homage to Isaac Babel's tales of cossacks.

The second section is by far the best (and thankfully the longest), mostly for the strength of the stories, and left me wishing more of the collection had been devoted to New Weird authors. China Miéville's and Jeffrey Thomas' entries are both quite good stories of life in a dark urban milleu that disfigures soul and flesh. K.J. Bishop's "The Art of Dying" and Jeffrey Ford's "At Reparata" lean more towards the fantasy end of the spectrum, though certainly weird. Some of the entries get really into the surreal, such as Jay Lake's "The Lizard of Ooze" and Brian Evenson's "Watson's Boy," which is downright Kafkaesque. One real revelation was Alistair Rennie's "The Gutter Sees the Light that Never Shines" which was funny and disturbing.

The third section is devoted to the question of "What is the New Weird?" And if you're wondering why that subject is taken up after presenting the collection of New Weird stories, then you know how I felt. This section seemed as if it could have been trimmed down a bit, especially since there seemed to be some repetition. (Most people who accept that there is such a thing as New Weird seem pretty happy with describing it as combining "elements of fantasy, horror and science fiction with more literary or experimental writing.")

The last section is interesting, but again adds to the impression of the collection being a bit unfocused. Paul Di Filippo begins a New Weird story in a setting that appears to be based roughly on India. Then several authors who are not quite New Weird take stabs at continuing it. Overall, I thought the stories were pretty good, but again wasn't sure quite what the purpose of the section was.

So, I'd recommend it highly for the stories, but would warn anyone not to get too caught up in the structure (or the question of what New Weird is) since that's a bit more questionable. ( )

"The New Weird" is the name given to a new sub-genre of fiction. It harkens back to the "old" Weird fiction of the pulp era. Back in the 20s and 30s publishers weren't so genre conscious. Authors like Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, Clark Ashton Smith, etc. freely blurred the lines between fantasy, horror, and Sci-Fi -- all were just considered "Weird". Sometime in the 50s genres became rigidly defined. It helped readers find what they were looking for, but it also severely limited the scope of literature, and as we all know, plenty of poorly written books was churned out in the following decades.

The New Weird is a return to the genre bending tale. It thumbs its nose at publishers who like books to neatly fit on shelves at bookstores filed by genre. It also tends to be highly literary and in some cases experimental. Arguably the book that started the whole movement was China Mieville's Perdido Street Station in 2000. It pretty much turned Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Horror on its head. It proved Fantasy didn't have to be tethered to Tolkien, Sci-Fi didn't have to mimic Star Trek, and horror could break away from the tired old cast of vampires, phantoms, and serial killers. Other books (that came to be known as New Weird) started popping up; some inspired by Mieville's book, and others appearing completely independently and oddly spontaneously.

This book includes a large selection of authors currently writing in the New Weird style. Naturally, just because an author has a tale or two considered 'New Weird' doesn't mean they write exclusively in that style. Some authors included in the volume are: China Mieville, Michael Moorcock, Jeff Vandermeer, K.J. Bishop, Michael Cisco, Jay Lake, Jeffrey Ford, Thomas Ligotti, Clive Barker, Hal Duncan, and many more. Of those authors, the ones writing more or less exclusively in a New Weird style are: Mieville, Moorcock, Vandermeer, Bishop, Cisco, and Lake.

Like most anthologies it's a mixed bag. Anthologies are never perfect. There are a couple stories that didn't excite me (though none were bad), but over all most of them were excellent and a lot of fun. The latter part of the book contains a series of essays by various contributors trying to figure out what exactly New Weird is. What's funny is no one seems to really know -- it's too new. While you're in it, you can't see the forest through the trees so-to-speak. Perhaps in a decade or two it will be easier to pin down a definition of the movement in retrospect. In the meantime, there are a few things people seem to agree upon. As aforementioned, it's a blend of Fantasy, Horror, and Sci-Fi -- even a dash of Crime-Noir at times. It's also heavily influenced by the Decadent movement of the late 19th century -- very colorful and exotic locales and somewhat Baroque. They also tend to be very urban. Think Cyberpunk (or Steampunk) only set in a different world where the sciences have been generally discarded in favor of alchemy and mysticism.

While I'm not a big fan of labels, I'm glad this sub-genre has been created and named, if for no other reason than it helps me find works of a similar aesthetic. I plan to hunt down further works by many of the contributors.

Wiki definition of New Weird: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Weir... ( )

I thought this anthology would be interesting, and it doesn't disappoint.

There's an introduction by VanderMeer, J. To sum that up he says wants to provide a rough guide to the New Weird, acknowledging that it is quite possibly a past history thing.

On the rest of the non-fiction, there is part of a forum discussion from a few years ago, wherein the existence or not of the topic is debated. Amusingly, Jonathan Strahan calls it a load of old cobblers, then over the page comes up with this very anthology title (and also sort of implies that the New Space Opera might be something similar, and goes on to produce a great anthology titled exactly that, too). A kiss of life Super Editor, perhaps, is he?

There are some essays by others talking about the subject, and also some European editors, some from more Eastern Europe, and a German, talking about this sort of fiction in their countries and how it does commercially. The Czechs hung a fiction line of it that has done well, and not so good in dour Germany, it seems.

On the fiction front, things go from the fabulous find of a story about Jack Half-A-Prayer from China Mieville's New Crobuzon, to a poor excerpt from a novel by Steph Swainston. She is one of the names invoked along with Mieville, Di Filippo, and Bishop (whose story is rather good, and I had read before), as being part of the early moment of this stuff, around Perdido Street Station time. However, the Swainston excerpt isn't from the book mentioned - perhaps that one is better, being as it appears the first in a trilogy, and higher rated and more widely held on librarything, too. However, her writing in this excerpt isn't within a bulls roar of any of the others mentioned. Extremely cheesy science fantasy that veers more towards the romance science fiction romance subgenre at time, it seems to me. It has that crossover dabbler not quite getting it feel, it seems. Excerpts are problematic enough in anthologies without sticking in dodgy examples.

Moorcock's war story seems to be just a garden variety slightly nutty people at war, certainly not even remotely weird, particularly if you are thinking of mad scientists in Gran Bretan, or Warlords of the Air, or multiversal chasing grail hunting super nazis.

The actual cover itself isn't particularly weird, either, being sort of virginal white, with a clockwork bug - dime a dozen on the internet, these days, those sort of things, it seems.

Jeffrey Thomas has a pure SF story here, though, and I noticed a free novel released recently online - if it is anythinglike this, it will be worth checking out. Judge Dredd meets Blade Runner, or something like that.

Most of this stuff is fantasy or horror, and often both. Alistair Rennie being the classic example here of gross, grotesque horror-fantasy. This story is apparently new to the collection, so well done. I'd definitely like to see more of this.

The last fiction part includes a 'laboratory', wherein the editors ask some writers who aren't Weird enough, mostly, perhaps, to try New Weird. PDF sets it up for them, and then they take a crack at various parts of a related set of stories. Whether it was worth doing this rather than including some other good New Weird stories, I think I'd come down on the side of no, given the retrospective aim of this book.

In a good move, they have included a list of 70 odd books that are New Weirdish, while noting at the start they are leaving out Alastair Reynolds and company 'space opera new weird' books. Cyberpunk is ok, presumably, given Thomas. Then they go and leave half a page blank on their book list. Why not put them in at the end rather than waste the space? At least given the wasted paper they could have said why - don't read it/not familiar with/don't like it/publisher said no, especially as they open the book with writers than have committed space opera in the pat.

Chasm City, for example, is way weirder and more grotesque than the very tame Ligotti story that could easily have fallen out of a rift in time to 1920.

So, overall this anthology manages to make it to good, but nothing past that, and does contain a couple of excellent and a few good stories.

As a final note, the Tachyon publisher site has a 'part 8' of the Festival Lives laboratory experiment, also by PDF.

New Weird : The Luck in the Head - M. John Harrison
New Weird : Crossing into Cambodia - Michael Moorcock
New Weird : In the Cities the Hills - Clive Barker
New Weird : The Braining of Mother Lamprey - Simon D. Ings
New Weird : The Neglected Garden - Kathe Koja
New Weird : A Soft Voice Whispers Nothing - Thomas Ligotti
New Weird : Jack - China Miéville
New Weird : Immolation - Jeffrey Thomas
New Weird : The Lizard of Ooze - Jay Lake
New Weird : Watson's Boy - Brian Evenson
New Weird : The Art of Dying - K. J. Bishop
New Weird : At Reparata - Jeffrey Ford
New Weird : Letters from Tainaron - Leena Krohn
New Weird : The Ride of the Gabbleratchet - Steph Swainston
New Weird : The Gutter Sees the Light That Never Shines - Alistair Rennie
New Weird : Death in a Dirty Dhoti - Paul Di Filippo
New Weird : Cornflowers Beside the Unuttered - Cat Rambo
New Weird : All God's Chillun Got Wings - Sarah Monette
New Weird : Locust-Mind - Daniel Abraham
New Weird : Constable Chalch and the Ten Thousand Heroes - Felix Gilman
New Weird : Golden Lads All Must - Hal Duncan
New Weird : Forfend the Heavens' Rending - Conrad Williams

Oh Mammy, how I chop ya, how I chop ya

3.5 out of 5

A glowing charge.

3 out of 5

Urban decay contest honeymoon definitely over.

4 out of 5

Potted old bag's distributed prediction power scratched.

4 out of 5

Finally off the fence about this flower chick.

3 out of 5

Cold medicine.

2.5 out f5

Half-A-Prayer of ending.

4.5 out of 5

Union City clone shooter Blues.

4 out of 5

Fishy dead clown.

3.5 out of 5

I'm too keyed up. Rats.

3 out of 5

Stupid is the stripling who perambulates with swicidal swordswomen.

4 out of 5

Earworm: Moth In the City.

3 out of 5

BEMmy.

3 out of 5

Get me out of this worm-fest.

2 out of 5

A real balls-up he made there, right, Sister?

4.5 out of 5

Dogwhacked terror tour.

4 out of 5

Mad luftballons.

3 out of 5

Dogpack discussion.

3.5 out of 5

Buggy morality.

3 out of 5

Magazine adventures.

3.5 out of 5

Slim hipped Songboys.

3 out of 5

Blown up assistance.

3 out of 5

http://notfreesf.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-weird-jeff-vandermeer-and-ann.html ( )