A philosophy steeped in hlood and insanity, a pact with Hell at its core. Black magic, sex magic, homicidal misanthropy, and unbridled decadent lusts fuelled Gilles de Rais on his journey into the Mediaeval heart of darkness; a journey now recreated in four deranged chapters.
A philosophy derived from the thoughts and deeds of Gilles de Rais, the 15th Century alchemist, Satanist and infanticide.
The book has a slight stench of juvenilia about it. It’s trying very, very hard with its five-dollar words, its images of Gille de Rais shitting into skulls, and the way it wears its influences on its sleeve. It wants very much to reach the heights of Georges Bataille, Comte de Lautreamont, and the Marquis de Sade, but it unfortunately doesn’t come close. Williamson as Havoc apparently refined his style in later works, and Raism does pique my curiosity. There’s clearly potential here, despite the problems.