Liber Malorum: Children of the Apple
Woven by Sean Scullion
PagAnarchy Press, PB, 509pp
Reviewed by David Rankine
Where do you start reviewing a multi-dimensional jigsaw? How many apples can an angel juggle whilst dancing on the head of a pin? Why does the title of this book bring to mind the library of Abbot Trithemius? Is it all part of a giant conspiracy, or are these questions all designed to spin your head into a vortex of self-doubt and alternate realities?
None of these questions are actually answered by this book, or indeed necessarily that relevant, apart from perhaps the final statement, which does describe the possible influence of this book on the unprepared mind. If you have ever read the Illuminatus Trilogy of Wilson and Shea you can get an idea of what to expect. Mix this with an expansion of magickal maps and metaphors and you move into the realms of understanding.
Be prepared for 23 Discordians to dance in your brain, and remember Eris is the Sire whose Ires may Rise if she is not given due care and attention when munching her fruit. So intermission over, albatross bought and sold, let us return to the book.
Bernadette (or burn many if they are mounting up faster than your ability to pay them) is the patsy, the eye of reason exposed to the horned serpent selling sex, drugs, magick and music from the garden stall. She is the straight woman providing mundane rationality as a piece of malleable plasticine for the plethora of authors to tease into bizarre and fantastic shapes. This book is a literary psychedelic with special guest appearances from the good, the bad and the ugly.
I enjoyed this book and seriously suggest you give it a try. Don’t expect an easy read, expect peacock angels at any moment, be prepared to travel in time and space and metaphors mixed beyond belief. But enjoy and remember that the best aspect of relativity is the personal insights between the parts of the self, and this book should provide plenty of them!