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at HTML Giant

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interview-excerpt at The Drill

rave from James Kendley
Jaded Ibis (black and white

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Tom Bradley and Nick Patterson have
collaborated in a new way to make
this novel: Nick's pictures came
first, and Tom's words grew under
their fecundation.

The narrator of
lives with his rapacious mother and
psychotic sister on the right bank
of the Judeuphrates River. They
abide under a sovereign theocracy
consecrated to their
national/racial god, the Divine
Krystelle Rex, whose prophet and
agent on earth is the Grand

On the opposite bank of the
Judeuphrates are the sandy nomadic
haunts of the relic Amalekites.
These are physiologically peculiar
wretches upon whom the Grand
Religiopath has renewed the
sentence of genocide originally
declared upon their remote
ancestors by Jehovah in the first
book of Samuel.

Our narrator's father has waded the
river to please himself behaving
like a traitor-apostate among the
relic Amalekites. Refugees have
made their way across the river and
are occupying the back yard. They
turn out to be odd creatures, with
shoulder teeth, ostrich legs, and
problematic crotches.
to mount her children...

"Bradley’s trajectory of books,
from the early Sam Edwine novels
up through the mesmeric satire of
Vital Fluid and essay collections
like Put It Down in a Book, is
toward a geist where categories
have yet to be described. The
fastenings and joineries of his
new textual and graphic ubiety are
measured in calibrations from some
other dimension where the usual
sockets and taper points of
critical disassembly have to be
replaced. Even with that, Family
Romance is deviously structured to
lead conclusion jumpers straight
to the Hall of Laughter."
--Exquisite Corpse

FAMILY ROMANCE is a monstrosity
of the imagination, as if a
Burroughs virus hijacked the
machinery of Finnegans Wake and
replicated itself as a
--John-Ivan Palmer's
rave at
Exquisite Corpse.
After preparing for a proper
reincarnation, the dying
Aleister Crowley flubs one
syllable of the magickal
incantation...and comes back
as Elmer Fudd.

"...the author has a high
knowledge of esoteric
symbolism and Crowley's
works...Reading Elmer Crowley
is like reading Crowley's
inner dialogue at 3am, after
an intensive journey into his
own inner abyss. It is
therefore, a magickal working
that Crowley himself would be
proud of."
--Gwendolyn von Taunton, The
Prometheus Review

"...this book is twisted,
fantastical and genius. It
captures the feel of Crowley
with his bawdy, politically
incorrect irreverence, his
arrogance and his committed
magickal spirituality and
--Charlotte Rogers, author of
A Contemporary Western Book of
the Dead

Mandrake of Oxford

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"This self-described 'picaresque
graphic novel' reads like an account
of Crowley's death-bed fever dream
terribly wrong, wherein the Fifty
Eight Wrathful Deities take on the
aspect of warped and sinister
versions of Looney Toons
archetypes.... Bradley emulates
Crowley's first-person narrative
style throughout by mixing
ostentatious verbiage with
calculated-to-shock impropriety, and
the result reads like a trippy, post-
mortem, long-lost epilogue to The
--Richard Kaczynski, author of
Perdurbo: The Life of Aleister

"Crowley, Fudd, Buddha, Yeats,
Heliopolitan hierophants, the
Goddess Baubo, assorted 'Nilotic
dream despots,' a carrot-eating
Madame Blavatsky, Bugs Bunny, Daffy
Duck and their Warner Brothers
producer, Leon Schlesinger, bounce
and boing their way across human
history. These are the launch points
for Bradley’s inquiries into
questions of meta-ethics and truth
against a background of Esoteric
--Fortean Times


Illustrated Excerpt


"The voice was dead perfect...this book doesn't go for the easy laugh.
It goes for the deeply nuanced in-joke...I can't imagine a hip Thelemite
NOT having this book in her library..."
--Don Webb, former High Priest of the Temple of Set