Martin Bladh returns to AS with Braquemard: The Clavicle of Gilles de Rais, a deranged grimoire etched in blood.
Exquisitely designed by Karolina Urbainiak, with illustrations executed in the author's blood, Braquemard is printed in full colour throughout and concerns the murderous exploits of the child-killing French nobleman Gilles de Rais.
Not for the faint of heart, Bladh's latest work is an unforgettable journey to the dark heart of depravity.
I have roots in that French soil which is fed by the powdered bones of the children and youths buggered, massacred and burned by Gilles de Rais.
Isabelle Nicou returns with her fiercely imaginative new novel Stricture.
A dizzying, kaleidoscopic work of filial obligation, literary mentorship and childhood dreams of alien abduction.
"In Harry’s suburban house, cluttered with books and stacks of papers, time was bending in an elliptical orb that never failed to constrain me during the few months broken by vacations and interruptions—several, for Harry was often invited abroad—where I went once a week to, as my famous mentor put it, “assist” him.
"Around 9:30 in the morning, after he had come—often still in pajamas over which he put on a putty-colored raincoat—to look for me at the train station in his white Fiat Panda, after we had a cup of coffee in the kitchen and greeted his wife who was leaving for her job in Paris, in the fifth arrondissement, just a few streets over from my studio, I had to climb the stairs and get started."
Suffused with eroticism and troubling despair, Stricture is the work of a major talent at the very height of her considerable powers.
Chapbook, 52 pages. The sequel to ‘Desperation’ (also available from AS). A beautifully evocative hymn to end-times in America. Or maybe a vital new testament to fresh beginnings. Trans gash guru Alexandrine Ogundimu is a prose stylist of the highest order.
Paperback, 190 pages. B&W illustrations by Steven Purtill.
An hallucinatory SF novel painted in overloaded electronic prose and absolute poetic mayhem. Imagine William S. Burroughs and the Marquis de Sade contemplating the end of the world from a flophouse on 42nd Street. A bruising love letter to language and lysergic lycanthropy. AS SF is here.