From raptures to bummers, they're all here--trips to make your senses soar and your spine tingle. This The Plutonion Dog by Clark Ashton Smith; The Dream Pills by F. H. Davis; The White Powder by Arthur Machen; The New Accelerator by H. G. Wells; The Big Fix by Richard Wilson; The Secret Songs by Fritz Leiber; The Hounds of Tindalos by Frank Belknap Long; Subjectivity by Norman Spinrad; What to Do ...
This book is why some people think I'm an arsehole. See, I used to own this book in the early 1980s and, being young and naïve, when a guy I used to work with (Russ Melling: he will be named!) asked to borrow it from me, I let him. I never saw it again and bitterly regretted having let it out of my clutches. Lesson learned.
Fast-forward to now, and I've just been telling you about how brilliant such-and-such a book is and that you should definitely read it. You ask me if you can borrow it and I think about Russ Melling and Strange Ecstacies, and I also think that I don't really know you that well and I don't know that you can be trusted to return it, undog-eared and unspine-cracked, so I'm going to have to say "No," and you're going to think I'm an arsehole.