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The Revelator
Manifest Destiny drives American expansion westward, building an early 19th-century society with genocidal brutality. This is the context that frames The Revelator's protagonist: a young orphan named Joseph. Reared on nights spent carousing with drunks and con men, the young protagonist dreams of something more.
He begins to preach. Soon he takes a young wife, to the horror of her father, a butcher. They depart for the wilderness where Joseph's visions, haunted by a dark Beast, take hold of his life. Husband and wife nearly die of exposure, and upon their return, Joseph begins to build his congregation, built on the discovery of the golden plates that deliver the Almighty's message.
As his congregation grows, Joseph builds a settlement, takes multiple wives, and negotiates multiple betrayals and intrigues with his followers, his wife, and even his suspicious and distant son. Persecuted by society at large, and on the U.S. government's watch list, Joseph takes his people further and further west to meet their destiny.
Written in the second person, author Robert Kloss's prophetic voice demonstrates the macabre and gruesome consequences of Manifest Destiny and the conflicted motivations behind the creation of a religion that boasts 15 million members today.
He begins to preach. Soon he takes a young wife, to the horror of her father, a butcher. They depart for the wilderness where Joseph's visions, haunted by a dark Beast, take hold of his life. Husband and wife nearly die of exposure, and upon their return, Joseph begins to build his congregation, built on the discovery of the golden plates that deliver the Almighty's message.
As his congregation grows, Joseph builds a settlement, takes multiple wives, and negotiates multiple betrayals and intrigues with his followers, his wife, and even his suspicious and distant son. Persecuted by society at large, and on the U.S. government's watch list, Joseph takes his people further and further west to meet their destiny.
Written in the second person, author Robert Kloss's prophetic voice demonstrates the macabre and gruesome consequences of Manifest Destiny and the conflicted motivations behind the creation of a religion that boasts 15 million members today.
256 pages, Paperback
First published September 8, 2015
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15 books71 followersauthor of The Alligators of Abraham, The Revelator, The Woman Who Lived Amongst the Cannibals, A Light No More, and The Genocide House.
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July 30, 2022
Read 2015. Edits July 2022, added images
--These hellish images (and cover art) by Matt Kish, a favorite artist of mine.
The Revelator is an important novel by an ambitious and gifted writer who deserves a wide audience. As one of the cover blurbs reveals (no spoiler here), this book "examines the founding of the Mormon Church and the brutality of Manifest Destiny through an unsparing lens." The bulk of the novel is told in second-person POV. "You," the character that the narrator addresses, is Joseph Smith, and the narrator is anyone's guess. Not that the fictional narrator need be identified, of course, but maybe it's one of Smith's successors and/or one of his many antagonists (those pesky brothers!) or even God Himself/Herself/Itself (why not?). I've always been leery about second-person novels, but here it's no gimmick. I wonder, actually, if Kloss began with a traditional third person narrator, and in some ah-ha moment, stumbled on this other path? The Revelator is not an easy read, but I found this choice of narration to be not only appropriate but inevitable.
The book has a Biblical feel, what with the violence and the hellish landscapes/peoplescapes ("Hell is other people," as that Sartre fella said) and the use of Roman Numerals to mark chapters. And the liberal use of "and" to begin sentences if not paragraphs. (see what I did there? No?)
And the prose is evocative, formal, and ornate, an "olde" style that recalls, as others have observed, not only religious texts but also writers such as Melville and McCarthy.
I marked many memorable passages. Here's an excerpt (p. 26) to give you a feel for this extraordinary novel:
And you dreamed that you took a rock of sharpness and heft from the soil, clung to with moss and earth, and smelling of the long submergence. And when you heard the faintest snore from the farmer you crept to him.
And from the soil you took this rock and into the skull of the farmer thus you submerged this rock. Thus planted no more would this man moan or speak or dream but bleed, yes, and coagulate, yes, and feed the soil thereafter, yes. and feed the soil thereafter, yes.
And when you finished you opened your eyes to the blur of the sun. You lay in the road, your heart throbbing and your fire gone to ash. And flies buzzed upon your flesh for you were also red and sticky with the discharge of your atrocity.
--These hellish images (and cover art) by Matt Kish, a favorite artist of mine.
The Revelator is an important novel by an ambitious and gifted writer who deserves a wide audience. As one of the cover blurbs reveals (no spoiler here), this book "examines the founding of the Mormon Church and the brutality of Manifest Destiny through an unsparing lens." The bulk of the novel is told in second-person POV. "You," the character that the narrator addresses, is Joseph Smith, and the narrator is anyone's guess. Not that the fictional narrator need be identified, of course, but maybe it's one of Smith's successors and/or one of his many antagonists (those pesky brothers!) or even God Himself/Herself/Itself (why not?). I've always been leery about second-person novels, but here it's no gimmick. I wonder, actually, if Kloss began with a traditional third person narrator, and in some ah-ha moment, stumbled on this other path? The Revelator is not an easy read, but I found this choice of narration to be not only appropriate but inevitable.
The book has a Biblical feel, what with the violence and the hellish landscapes/peoplescapes ("Hell is other people," as that Sartre fella said) and the use of Roman Numerals to mark chapters. And the liberal use of "and" to begin sentences if not paragraphs. (see what I did there? No?)
And the prose is evocative, formal, and ornate, an "olde" style that recalls, as others have observed, not only religious texts but also writers such as Melville and McCarthy.
I marked many memorable passages. Here's an excerpt (p. 26) to give you a feel for this extraordinary novel:
And you dreamed that you took a rock of sharpness and heft from the soil, clung to with moss and earth, and smelling of the long submergence. And when you heard the faintest snore from the farmer you crept to him.
And from the soil you took this rock and into the skull of the farmer thus you submerged this rock. Thus planted no more would this man moan or speak or dream but bleed, yes, and coagulate, yes, and feed the soil thereafter, yes. and feed the soil thereafter, yes.
And when you finished you opened your eyes to the blur of the sun. You lay in the road, your heart throbbing and your fire gone to ash. And flies buzzed upon your flesh for you were also red and sticky with the discharge of your atrocity.
January 12, 2026
"Ever now that yammering, ever now that droning sound, that sick noise, that voice in the pulse of blood, that language of all the terrible longings of the heart."
Good lord...There are lines, there are entire passages on every page of this novel that I want to highlight and share. It was such an unexpected, unforgettable, phenomenal reading experience and exactly what I needed to read and exactly what I was looking for to start the year.
An hypnotic novel about nineteenth century America, manifest destiny and the founders of the Mormon church and an absolute batshit, surreal, visionary and relentless nightmare of religious zeal and fanaticism. It's a bleak, riveting fable and I'd recommend it to anyone.
Good lord...There are lines, there are entire passages on every page of this novel that I want to highlight and share. It was such an unexpected, unforgettable, phenomenal reading experience and exactly what I needed to read and exactly what I was looking for to start the year.
An hypnotic novel about nineteenth century America, manifest destiny and the founders of the Mormon church and an absolute batshit, surreal, visionary and relentless nightmare of religious zeal and fanaticism. It's a bleak, riveting fable and I'd recommend it to anyone.
December 5, 2015
I have yet to be disappointed by Robert Kloss and I begin to think it's impossible.
That being said, this won't be for everyone. Some will be put off by the language or the brutality, but that's the risk of a book like this, yeah? It's challenging and aggressive, but it's also ecstatically itself. Kloss is a singular kind of writer.
When I reviewed his novel The Alligators of Abraham, I compared him to Faulkner, McCarthy, and Malick, and I've since seen these comparisons applied to this novel, which I actually think is kind of odd and incorrect. It's been amusing, for sure, to see my words repeated almost exactly in Kirkus, but I think this novel is stylistically distinct from Alligators of Abraham, despite their obvious similarities.
I struggle to think of a comparison for this novel. At times it's more in the vein of Melville, while other times it's like a bastardised handmedown of the King James Bible, and, sure, the grammar is reminiscent of McCarthy, but I think Kloss steps surely into his own domain here.
While Alligators of Abraham shows his influences, The Revelator shows Kloss blazing his own path. This book is really unlike anything I can think of. It's so sure of itself. So brutal, so haunting, and it even manages to be quite playful. The humor is surprisingly funny, the emotions thick in your throat. There's a sequence that nearly brought me to tears, and that's something I don't think I could say about Alligators of Abraham [though, then there's How the Days of Love & Diphtheria...], which was a more intellectual endeavor. There's true emotion here. There's real humanness in it.
It makes the humor land, makes the blood and guts hurt, makes the tears real when they come unbidden to your eyes.
Yes, this is a new step, and Kloss is coming out of the shadows of the giants whose shoulders he once stood upon.
But what is The Revelator?
It's the story of the Mormon Church, but it's really the story of americanism and america. A land founded by blustering buffoons and conmen, founded on the bones of millions of natives. The mausoleums of this nation that define its identity are full of rape and slaughter, but their walls are made of marble, to make it seem beautiful.
The final thirty pages of the novel don't work as well for me as all that precedes it, and I wonder if the novel, as a whole, would be stronger without it, but I'm reluctant to make any such pronouncement until I've read this again. But even despite my uncertainty, I think this might be the best novel to come out this year. It's not my favorite book I've read this year, but I do think it's the best book I read this year.
But, yes, this book is fire. It's brimstone. It's the sound of gods wailing and blood spilling. It's the sound of bawdy jokes told to you by your bourbon soaked preacher. It's the sound of the black mountain looming over your whole life.
It's brilliant.
That being said, this won't be for everyone. Some will be put off by the language or the brutality, but that's the risk of a book like this, yeah? It's challenging and aggressive, but it's also ecstatically itself. Kloss is a singular kind of writer.
When I reviewed his novel The Alligators of Abraham, I compared him to Faulkner, McCarthy, and Malick, and I've since seen these comparisons applied to this novel, which I actually think is kind of odd and incorrect. It's been amusing, for sure, to see my words repeated almost exactly in Kirkus, but I think this novel is stylistically distinct from Alligators of Abraham, despite their obvious similarities.
I struggle to think of a comparison for this novel. At times it's more in the vein of Melville, while other times it's like a bastardised handmedown of the King James Bible, and, sure, the grammar is reminiscent of McCarthy, but I think Kloss steps surely into his own domain here.
While Alligators of Abraham shows his influences, The Revelator shows Kloss blazing his own path. This book is really unlike anything I can think of. It's so sure of itself. So brutal, so haunting, and it even manages to be quite playful. The humor is surprisingly funny, the emotions thick in your throat. There's a sequence that nearly brought me to tears, and that's something I don't think I could say about Alligators of Abraham [though, then there's How the Days of Love & Diphtheria...], which was a more intellectual endeavor. There's true emotion here. There's real humanness in it.
It makes the humor land, makes the blood and guts hurt, makes the tears real when they come unbidden to your eyes.
Yes, this is a new step, and Kloss is coming out of the shadows of the giants whose shoulders he once stood upon.
But what is The Revelator?
It's the story of the Mormon Church, but it's really the story of americanism and america. A land founded by blustering buffoons and conmen, founded on the bones of millions of natives. The mausoleums of this nation that define its identity are full of rape and slaughter, but their walls are made of marble, to make it seem beautiful.
The final thirty pages of the novel don't work as well for me as all that precedes it, and I wonder if the novel, as a whole, would be stronger without it, but I'm reluctant to make any such pronouncement until I've read this again. But even despite my uncertainty, I think this might be the best novel to come out this year. It's not my favorite book I've read this year, but I do think it's the best book I read this year.
But, yes, this book is fire. It's brimstone. It's the sound of gods wailing and blood spilling. It's the sound of bawdy jokes told to you by your bourbon soaked preacher. It's the sound of the black mountain looming over your whole life.
It's brilliant.
January 11, 2016
I thought "The Alligators of Abraham" was brilliant, but I found this one to be a wan variation on the themes and techniques that made that book such a success. This volume carries on its predecessor's blood-soaked, biblical language, offering a hallucinatory account of Joseph Smith and the founding of the Mormon church, all recounted in second person language. Where that combination in TAOA created a powerful, incantatory hymn to American violence, here I unfortunately found it at times boring and strained. Kloss is a good writer, so a lot of the prose is powerful, but he also falters some and the thundering apocalyptic tone occasionally comes off as faintly ridiculous.
Partially, it's because of the interplay with the historical source material. While there's plenty of insanity, violence, corruption and religious hysteria in the actual story of Smith, Kloss's additions and embellishments here go hysterically over the top and ultimately attenuate the valid criticisms he levels. The book is in a liminal zone where it's not factual enough to be interesting as historical fiction, but it's too tethered to a particular historicity to really succeed as a fantasy or parable critical of the American mythology.
I read this with increasing disappointment, as I truly believe Kloss is a talented writer and has already written one near-classic. Unfortunately, this is not a worthy successor in my eyes. It's a decent book and better than most of what's out there, but it's a sophomore slump compared with Kloss's novelistic debut.
Partially, it's because of the interplay with the historical source material. While there's plenty of insanity, violence, corruption and religious hysteria in the actual story of Smith, Kloss's additions and embellishments here go hysterically over the top and ultimately attenuate the valid criticisms he levels. The book is in a liminal zone where it's not factual enough to be interesting as historical fiction, but it's too tethered to a particular historicity to really succeed as a fantasy or parable critical of the American mythology.
I read this with increasing disappointment, as I truly believe Kloss is a talented writer and has already written one near-classic. Unfortunately, this is not a worthy successor in my eyes. It's a decent book and better than most of what's out there, but it's a sophomore slump compared with Kloss's novelistic debut.
September 28, 2015
I received this book from Unnamed Press as part of a Goodreads First Reads giveaway, so thanks to Goodreads and Unnamed Press. Giveaway winners are encouraged to provide an honest review. So, here we go. This may be the weirdest book I have read all year. It's like someone on a bad acid trip decided to tell a story (in the second person) based very loosely on the biography of Joseph Smith and the early history of the Mormon church. It's twisted, it's macabre, it's slightly hallucinatory, and frankly not my ordinary cup of tea. All that said . . . I really liked this book a lot! It's like being caught up in a dream and you just have to keep going. I think I tagged this book as historical fiction but it really isn't anything like your typical historical fiction. But it is so well-written, and the different viewpoint on the underlying story is just fascinating. I wasn't sure I would like this book but am so glad I gave it a chance.
May 3, 2025
portentous and violent novel about joseph smith and the early days of mormonism, written in second person address to smith himself and in a style that seems to be influenced by the king james bible and perhaps the book of mormon(although i haven't actually read that, just a guess). there seem to be a lot of references to actual events from early mormon history , although from the little i know i think kloss has freely modified or adjusted these to suit his purposes. mormonism here is an explicitly settler colonial belief system the cornerstones of which are pillage, rape and genocide, and the book's version of the angel moroni is a seemingly demonic creature smelling of brimstone that gets larger, more bloated and hungrier the more people smith draws into its orbit. it's nice that there is a young author from the USA who is both exploring these kinds of topics and thinking about style and language.
October 15, 2015
This book is nothing less than a fever nightmare about the American Dream. It's rich in vivid language and imagery that wrap round the reader and make them complicit in searching for (and sticking a stake in) the dark heart of the country. Religious fervor, racism, colonialism, greed - Kloss takes it all on with the frenzied, bloodied prose of a revivalist preacher. A must-read for fans of Faulkner, McCarthy, Melville, and the wholly original as well.
December 12, 2016
A fever dream of early America. I loved it.
March 26, 2017
On the face of it, The Revelator is what the back blurb says it is - a novel that examines the foundation of the Mormon church. But in reality it's so much more than that. Some books are subtle, carefully plotted and planned, intricately designed. And some books grab you by the collar and scream in your face for the whole 200 or so pages. The Revelator is the latter of these things. And in a good way. The intensity, and atmosphere, the imagery Kloss describes in a prose style that has become even more poetic since the publication of his first novel, The Alligators of Abraham, is so full on, it's difficult to pause for breath. It's a blood-soaked affair that tells the story of an orphan who rises to become the head of a religious order, that yes, is closely modeled on the origins of the Mormon church, but I feel it does a disservice to what Kloss has done here to reduce it to that. Much of the story touches on the brutality of religion, of leaders, of political figureheads - demagogues of all kinds (something I think is even more relevant now than when it was written and published). This is a common theme in Kloss's writing, and here it is raised up upon a black mountain of corpses and dead animals. There is also much in there to do with the commercialisation of everyday life, the commodification of art and literature. It's a powerful, gripping, relevant novel.
September 24, 2017
I think a basic understanding of the Mormon mythology/revelation helps with accessibility to this book.
I had previously read Wallace Stegner's marvelous history of the Mormon Trail here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6... - that was enough to connect the dots of the characters here.
Kloss is a fabulous writer. One to follow. I will. Very keen to see what he does next.
I had previously read Wallace Stegner's marvelous history of the Mormon Trail here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6... - that was enough to connect the dots of the characters here.
Kloss is a fabulous writer. One to follow. I will. Very keen to see what he does next.
September 16, 2015
Review to come
October 13, 2015
Holy crap! What an outstanding read. I cannot recommend this book and this author enough. One of my favs just outdid themselves...
September 17, 2024
I found The Revelator very impressive both in style and execution.
The buy line talks about this being related to the founding of the Mormon Church and an exploration of manifest destiny. Not being greatly informed about the history of Mormonism, it was not on my mind while reading and I think that was for the best. In my opinion, treating this novel as “historical fiction” would be selling it incredibly short.
Kloss employs elevated, almost antiquated, language in way that does not at all feel like a cheap pastiche and creates a hallucinatory landscape of religious terror and unease. The imagery is grim and strange and powerful, and the atmosphere is never punctured or ruined for the sake of the plot.
The second person narration is powerful, and something I’ve rarely seen in a novel. It makes the reading very engaging and enhances the sinister undercurrent.
The novel works as an intense examination of colonialism/manifest destiny and the blood and horror that binds up our history. Impressively it does this by revealing, not lecturing. You never feel like the narrative is being sacrificed for the sake of a message. As a result it makes it feel even uglier and heavier and incredibly effective.
Certainly for fans of writers like McCarthy, Brian Evenson, etc., but Kloss is definitely doing his own thing. I look forward to checking out more of his work.
The buy line talks about this being related to the founding of the Mormon Church and an exploration of manifest destiny. Not being greatly informed about the history of Mormonism, it was not on my mind while reading and I think that was for the best. In my opinion, treating this novel as “historical fiction” would be selling it incredibly short.
Kloss employs elevated, almost antiquated, language in way that does not at all feel like a cheap pastiche and creates a hallucinatory landscape of religious terror and unease. The imagery is grim and strange and powerful, and the atmosphere is never punctured or ruined for the sake of the plot.
The second person narration is powerful, and something I’ve rarely seen in a novel. It makes the reading very engaging and enhances the sinister undercurrent.
The novel works as an intense examination of colonialism/manifest destiny and the blood and horror that binds up our history. Impressively it does this by revealing, not lecturing. You never feel like the narrative is being sacrificed for the sake of a message. As a result it makes it feel even uglier and heavier and incredibly effective.
Certainly for fans of writers like McCarthy, Brian Evenson, etc., but Kloss is definitely doing his own thing. I look forward to checking out more of his work.
September 1, 2020
A mastery of language, faulted only by its impulse toward the cinematic. Short, haunting, sublime.
February 16, 2017
B. Rule's review is spot on. Robert Kloss is an immensely talented writer and has shown masterful skill with this kind of material, but The Revelator falls a little flat and drags way too much for a book under 200 pages.
I'm glad to have read it though, and I look forward to reading more from Kloss. Some of the imagery is truly haunting. And the more comfortable this book got living with misery and anguish the more alive it felt. I just wish he had taken more liberties and created a livelier tale.
I'm glad to have read it though, and I look forward to reading more from Kloss. Some of the imagery is truly haunting. And the more comfortable this book got living with misery and anguish the more alive it felt. I just wish he had taken more liberties and created a livelier tale.
February 17, 2017
A wild book. One of the most visceral reading experiences I've had in a long time. Felt like I was reading something daring in its blasphemy - something that fiction hardly ever achieves.
January 15, 2017
Look, nobody can deny that Kloss has voice coming out his ears. As frustrating as it always is to hear male novelist after male novelist consecrated as the next Faulkner/McCarthy/American Literary Jesus, he is evocative, unique, and spins a beautiful sentence. I think the book ultimately suffers from its own wild contradictions: gritty, blood-soaked realism vs. fantastical fever dream; historical fact vs. (moral-serving) fiction; cynical, grifter protagonist vs. hallucinating believer protagonist. I spent my quick read (the text is weirdly entrancing while also being kind of boring? Another contradiction!) in a state of relative ambivalence. I both knew and didn't know how Kloss wanted me to feel. Religion bad? Check. Mormonism a sham? Check. Colonialism wrong? Check. Rape rapey? Cheeeeck. For a book that obviously wants to congratulate itself on remembering the suffering of women at the hands of men, it sure is curious to me that Kloss chose not to privilege the viewpoint of a female character. Why not, instead of Smith himself, we get the story from his first wife? But, then, I rather doubt critics would be gushing over whether he's the next Great American Novelist if he'd done that. I wonder what this book, while spectacularly visual, ultimately illuminates that we didn't already know about the destructive nature of religious fanaticism and the horrific treatment of native peoples and women at the hands of white males.
February 16, 2016
From start to finish, The Revelator is riveting in its horror. The illustrations are a nice bonus, but Kloss already does an incredible job painting the picture of a charred, unforgiving landscape and what dwells upon it. It would be easy to compare the prose to some of the obvious influences, but for me it stood apart in its approach to the ghastly, using the same stern, bloody lessons of other novels, but in a language more disconnected from brutal reality. It would be easy to picture the black-winged horror that follows Joseph throughout his life penning these very words, searing the letters into yellowed parchment with the tip of a grisly claw.
I don't know the story of Joseph Smith other than in parody. The Revelator could be thought of as a re-telling, but it seems more appropriate to call it a re-imagining of the tales through a lens more satanic and ultimately more true to life. But don't think that because the story template was already there that the author only had to cut-and-paste. The language is brilliant and terrible in nature, at times reflecting the serene blackness of divine power or the putrid reality of our waking lives. It is a feat of fiction, not so impenetrable to be unreadable, but still provocative enough to elicit fear and awe in the reader. For me, it sets a high water-mark in reading for 2016 that will be difficult to find an equal to.
I don't know the story of Joseph Smith other than in parody. The Revelator could be thought of as a re-telling, but it seems more appropriate to call it a re-imagining of the tales through a lens more satanic and ultimately more true to life. But don't think that because the story template was already there that the author only had to cut-and-paste. The language is brilliant and terrible in nature, at times reflecting the serene blackness of divine power or the putrid reality of our waking lives. It is a feat of fiction, not so impenetrable to be unreadable, but still provocative enough to elicit fear and awe in the reader. For me, it sets a high water-mark in reading for 2016 that will be difficult to find an equal to.
March 30, 2021
This is gruesome horror that characterizes the life of Joseph Smith. Its hypnotic, second person prose attempts to place the reader, with violent immediacy, in the perspective of the protagonist. As a reader, I actively resisted this because it described me as a despotic, slanderous mystic, committing murderous acts. The poetic language and imagery creates a dark and psychotic nightmare of a perspective that reads like a dream. But once you start to recognize the history, setting, and protagonist, this dream transforms into what I would postulate to be the book's revelation-- that one of this Country's major religions was founded by a monster. I have no idea to what extent any of this reflects the reality of the man, but it certainly casts a dark shadow on him.
January 31, 2016
The Revelator reads like a biblical text, written in second person as a letter to a fictionalized Joseph Smith. Kloss makes a mythopoeia within the story, depicting Smith as an insane orphan, grown into a clever grifter and driven always by a winged, cloven beast. It's an excellent examination of the conditions that spawn and necessitate new faiths, the ways in which awful and desperate men use them for their own devices, the ways in which these faiths treat women as slaves, or, at best, second class citizens, and the madness that ensues from a life sheltered from logic and reason.
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January 21, 2016Trippy sort of Cormac McCarthy take on the origins of the Mormon church. Disturbing, but fun.
October 14, 2015
What covers the book...
What some call the hook...
The dust jacket is absolutely hideous...
blurry egg yoke sun...angel dust?
throw in the towel dimensions...
Primary paint daubs, more are needed...
To blot out the pseudo-primal sky...
Commit to one or the other or nothing...
A blank dust jacket would have more visual appeal...
The rudimentary font (still on the cover) is either...
A joke perpetrated by the designer...
Or confirms the existence of a lesser alphabet...
Joseph who?
Chris Roberts
What some call the hook...
The dust jacket is absolutely hideous...
blurry egg yoke sun...angel dust?
throw in the towel dimensions...
Primary paint daubs, more are needed...
To blot out the pseudo-primal sky...
Commit to one or the other or nothing...
A blank dust jacket would have more visual appeal...
The rudimentary font (still on the cover) is either...
A joke perpetrated by the designer...
Or confirms the existence of a lesser alphabet...
Joseph who?
Chris Roberts
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