Saving Shadows

by Eugen Bacon

A volume of exquisite prose poetry and speculative micro-lit pieces by internationally renowned author Eugen Bacon. Forty-eight compositions in all, comprising twenty-six previously published and twenty-two original pieces written specially for this book.
Complementing the written word are a series of full page illustrations commissioned by the author from artist Elena Betti; thirty-five stunning images that enhance the reading experience.
"Through the prism of sharp speculative fiction, the darkest hues of our world are revealed, reflected, refracted into a myriad of brilliant shards. Each piece dazzles, cutting quick and deep. Absolutely unforgettable." - Lisa L. Hannett, award-winning author of Songs for Dark Seasons
"Such energy, boldness, and unexpected leaps and turns; whether going at a cracking pace or pausing reflectively, the fiction in this quirky work is vibrant and engaging. As a multi-media work, it is page-turning and confronting. Powerful stuff." - Dominique Hecq, award-winning poet, novelist, short story writer

Genres: Poetry

Unknown Binding

Reviews

[Melissa]

A collection of poems examining the pandemic, politics, systemic racism, police brutality, hope and loss through a dark speculative lens. Eugen Bacon writes with strength and straightforward emotion embroidered into images ranging from the delicate to the grotesque. Many of the poems are accompanied with gorgeous full-page illustrations by Elena Betti. I particularly liked "Unfinished," "Psst," "His Love," "Long-Term Consequences," "She Knows," and "What the Mask Saw."

[H.V. · Rating 5 out of 5]

Bacon weaves abstract concepts and lush imagery together with some of the darkest and most problematic aspects of our modern world (covid-19, police violence, racism, political upheaval, etc.) to create a compelling and timely collection of dark speculative poetry and micro-lit.

The illustrations complement the pieces exceptionally well and enhance the reading experience.

[Jaq · Rating 2 out of 5]

Some solid poetry, others left me caught in a whirlwind of my patience running out.