Someone deserves thirty spanks with a mushy paperback. I want to see, Moorcock, Davey, and whatever Gollancz toady approved this, in my office.
This edition is, in a word, awkward. Choice of cover color? Awkward Brand (TM) Burnt Orange. Who's idea was the fake weathering and edge burn? This foible is causing the plastic overlay to peel, bestowing a snowy effect, which, if ripped off like a Band-Aid, could only improve matters. It might be forgivable if it succeeded in looking burnt. Instead, it looks like someone used it to wipe off a dirty countertop. So thanks for making this edition look like garbage in advance. What font was chosen for the cover? You guessed it: Awkwordius.
The art takes away more than it adds, even though Moorcock drones on about how important illustrations are to him. He apparently has bad taste, if this is the standard. Who turns down Ralph Bakshi at the height of his powers? The previous edition's white covers feature far more successful cover art.
Perhaps worst of all, this book carries on as if we already know Elric and Associates, though it is volume one of the definitive authorial edition. Sure wish I could get this on Kindle, but no, I have to have it shipped here from the Dragon Isle via Royal Mail, which seems to take a perverse delight in trashing these and my Robin Hobb books. Surely there is one reputable English Bookseller, you ask? No, because they all use Royal Fail Mail. Do I want to continue the series? Yes. Do I want my copy rolled up like a royal burrito? Nay!
So how does it read? Depends on the entry. Could have lived without twenty-seven pages of introductions. At this point, I had zero confidence in the author, so telling me of his failed marriages and other ups and downs, only increased my odds of abandoning the book. I should have skipped the third introduction by the, "Beard Who Walks as a Man," and his mysterious hallucinatory dissection of London. Perhaps ironically, the entire volume considered together comes off as a random access dream.
"Master of Chaos," was a highly successful short, but this being the chronological telling, it sets the bar too high. The writing is superior to that in the main tale, "Elric of Melnibone," probably because it was written at a later date. Which would have been nice to know, Senor Editor. You give all the metadata a new reader cares not for, yet none of the data that might keep him reading.
There's some junk in the middle that caused me to abandon the book for two years. Instead of reprinting a comic book, they give you the script, presumably so Moorcock can keep all the publishing dough.
If you are perusing this in store, start with Elric, because if you don't like that, the rest of the book is moot. That story leaves much to be desired. The plot ruining chapter headers and character motivations are just. . . whatever Moorcock fancied in his internal psychological landscape. You can either applaud him for sticking to the initial cartoon vision, or you can scrunch up your face every few pages and think, "That's convenient." Use the dragons? Why M'lord they are all sleeping, clearly tired from their last excursion. Towards the end, he brags about writing these books in a few days to a week. Well, it shows, Maestro. That said, I think Mike's strength is in the ideas.
Once I finished the book, I posed myself this question: if this was a gaming campaign would I quit? The answer is no. So let's hope Royal Mail is flying sober this season.