Beyond the Great, Bloody, Bruised, and Silent Veil of This World
Beyond the Great, Bloody, Bruised, and Silent Veil of this World:
By Ash Lomen
It’s lonely out in space. You forget things, you loose your train of thought, neglect to take your pills. I’ve been out in space with Jordan Krall before, but that was years ago and very different. The narrative then was far more fractured. Or less fractured. As I said, you tend to forget things when you are away from Earth for too long, and memory is a funny thing.
What I do remember is that the last time I was in the realm of science fiction with Jordan Krall I was a much younger writer and together we wrote a short novella called Blow Up the Outside World. It was about a sadistically curious race of aliens that enjoyed the company of humans in the same way a cat enjoys the company of a mouse. It was subversive, disjointed, weird, gross, and I’m still very proud of it to this day.
Jordan and I don’t talk much now, probably because I was an albatross with the all the mental stability of Samuel Taylor Coleridge (so I don’t exactly blame the guy) but sometimes when I read Beyond the Great, Bloody, Bruised, and Silent Veil of this World, and the oddity of prose contained within, I can’t help but think back to my younger days writing alongside its author, and it gives me a smile.
Yet more than anything else, when I read Beyond the Great, Bloody, Bruised, and Silent Veil of this World I just think to myself, “Who the hell was I writing with?”
I thought we were just kids playing with matches writing Blow Up the Outside World, but now I realize that I was working with a professional arsonist. Beyond the Great, Bloody, Bruised, and Silent Veil of this World has a feeling akin to fumbling around in the dark to read a stack of papers that only turn out, when illuminated, to be exquisitely detailed notes on your own future torture, disassembly, and reconstruction into something wholly inhuman. Old gods lurk behind the stars, old loves linger on from Earth, and Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids. This is a book about corporate telepathy, pills, skeletal dwarves, assassination, space sickness, religion, astroparapsychiatry, a donkey, and the distance between Earth and Mars. Even now I can’t say I completely get it, but I loved it, and I sure as shit will always remember it.
Now what was I talking about again? As I said, you tend to forget things when you are away from Earth for too long, and memory is a funny thing.
BEYOND THE GREAT, BLOODY, BRUISED, AND SILENT VEIL OF THIS WORLD
COMING SOON THROUGH BIZARRO PULP PRESS
Ash Lomen is a writer of short fiction from Southern Louisiana. He is the author of the collection “Swallowed By The Horizon” and co-wrote the horror novella “Blow Up the Outside World” with Jordan Krall. He has had other verse and prose published in Bizarro anthologies both online and off. He lives with a pig, a dog, and a cat.