‘Chômu Edition (2011, now out of print)’

  • Chômu Press:
    NEMONYMOUS NIGHT –     THIS IS THE AUTHOR’S SITE
    Our planet as reliquary.© The Hawler / Klaxon City: Rapturous Haulage 2010
    © Sudracide 2011 © 8510-2

    Quote: “It is a very well wrought book that many fantasy lovers will enjoy for the statement it makes by unmaking.”

    Author: D.F. Lewis (also for ‘Nemonymous’ 2001 – 2010)

    Publisher: Chômu Press

    Artist of the book’s cover below: Heather Horsley

    “The only thing I can say with any certainty is that I liked the book very much…” – Peter Tennant

  • “DF Lewis has created his own blend of fantasy, sci-fi and strangeness as did HP Lovecraft”‘One can generally say, “This writer reminds me of that writer,” but I cannot think of another writer like D.F. Lewis.’ – Stated here in an interview about Chômu Press.

    “A work of exquisite madness.” – Douglas Thompson.

    Chomu Press on publication date (15.6.11): “We’ve said this before, but… And now for something completely different! The tenth publication from Chômu press, Nemonymous Night (released today!), by legendary Weirdmonger D.F. Lewis, is the kind of work for which Chômu exists: insanely challenging, too serious for your average dinner table conversation, but too much fun for your average publisher. It’s the kind of work you’d like to put in the water supply of a major city, just to see what would happen.”

  • Cover: here: I love it. Simple, surreal, dangerous (what if those trucks fall down on somebody!). Seriously, really nice. I think the vague and the surreal is not used enough on book covers and probably should be.
  • Here: I want to buy it, read it and review it to within an inch of its life. This looks spectacular and the cover is a masterpiece of surrealism.
  • Hellnotes say: Chômu Press is gearing up to release Nemonymous Night by D.F. Lewis in June 2011. Description: The strands of a life’s work come together in Nemonymous Night, weaving a magic carpet whose bewildering pattern extends in all directions. Mike, the hawler, citizen of Man City, a zone afflicted with dream sickness, is compelled to explore regions of the nemonymous and find the true face buried at the centre of the Earth – a face as much that of the reader as it is that of the story’s characters – perhaps even more so. Nemonymous Night is a guided tour through a sinister fantasia of the everyday and the extraordinary that will haunt the reader like their most tenacious dreams and lead them to the centre of their own unimaginable reality. D.F. Lewis, winner of the Karl Edward Wagner Award and editor of the innovative series of anthology journals, Nemonymous, here synthesizes his life’s vision of “a unified morality among the Synchronised Shards of Random Truth & Fiction” in a work that confirms his place among the great eccentrics of English letters.
  • The HAWLING-POINTS of Earth’s exits, entrances and redoubts.
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  • Back cover text

    You have been suffering with dream sickness, and a Hawler has suggested you take the sea air for a rest cure. Perhaps you have been strolling along the promenade by the sands of Clacton-on-Sea, wondering whether your life is a dream, and if so, whether it is a real dream, or merely a dream of a dream. You put your face in the space of a seaside cut-out board and on the other side you see… a giant carpet in the wild spiral of a tornado burrowing into the earth, the weave of its multidimensional design revealing the capering of carpet apes, the things that haunt ceilings, the places where poultry becomes meat… You remove your face and find yourself back in the same day as before, with both sides of the cut-out board the same dream or unimaginable reality. But now you and everything else have together become completely nemonymous.
    For the full treatment, insert your face in the space of Nemonymous Night by veteran Weirdmonger D. F. Lewis. Let the captain of this earthcraft take you from the left foot of man-city to the nemo of the ‘no me’. On a guided tour of the under-carpet of Inner Earth, decide for yourself if Greg is Greg or really Mike, if Beth is actually Susan, what it is the Hawler does to cure the dream sickness, and whether Mike or Susan might, in fact (or fiction), be you.

  • “The simple truth of the matter is that after Lewis is dead he’ll get a blue plaque on his house. Most other writers won’t.” – Rhys Hughes, in his article on Chomu Press HERE

  • Lofted by Rapture

  • Publisher’s description: The carpet was quite ordinary. In Man City an ocean liner is mysteriously stranded in Dry Dock. The children are missing and a search party has been sent out. The inhabitants of the city have taken to drinking Angel Wine, or dreaming that they do. Meat and poultry are merging in disquieting ways. Only at the zoo can the citizens be sure that dreams are not reality. It will take Mike, the Hawler, to heal the city of its dream sickness. But first he must learn what a Hawler is. A second search party is sent from elsewhere by the Jules Verne Tour Company in a Drill with unkempt carpets in its library and cockpit or was it in the dowagers’ bedroom? Perhaps the original carpet was not quite so ordinary, after all. This is not a novel, not a book, not even fiction. It is something else, something nameless, something… nemonymous!Quentin S. Crisp on the novel: “There is certainly a spiralling ominous weirdness here, a sense of shifting scales such as reveal to us the bizarre denizens of the world beneath a microscope, so much a part of our mundane existence but usually invisible to us (not to mention the possibly more bizarre world we would see through a macroscope), but the psychedelia of Nemonymous Night perhaps owes less to the sixties than it does to the lucid and lyrical ostranenie of writers such as Denton Welch. There is an understanding here of the piquant craft of strangeness that is the basis of all lasting fiction. The inside-out logic is Carrollian. The word-play, dare I say it, is Jungian; it is the wordplay of dreams.”

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