Are you nemonymous?
We’ve said this before, but… And now for something completely different! The tenth publication from Chômu press, Nemonymous Night (released today!), by legendary Weirdmonger D.F. Lewis, is the kind of work for which Chômu exists: insanely challenging, too serious for your average dinner table conversation, but too much fun for your average publisher. It’s the kind of work you’d like to put in the water supply of a major city, just to see what would happen. It was always going to be difficult actually to describe Nemonymous Night, and the best solution, of course, is to find out for yourself, by picking up a copy here.
However, for those in need of further description, here is some from an early review, at The Stars at Noonday:
I keep circling round the question of how to capture the peculiar appeal of Nemonymous Night. I think readers will understand that a bizarre, associative novel of the weird whose plot wanders and recirculates like Moses in the desert can nonetheless be rendered fascinating, but I don’t think that general understanding does justice to this particular instance. Part of it, perhaps, is that the recurring images are somehow resonant: angevin harvesting is utter nonsense, but something about it strikes a chord (or maybe a cord) deep within the brain. And then, underneath the strangeness there is the eternal frailty and fragility of human identity.
Prize Draw for uniquely inscribed copy of Nemonymous Night
We would also like to announce a prize draw for a signed and uniquely inscribed copy of Nemonymous Night. You may know the drill by now, but here it is again: To be entered for this draw, please sign up to our mailing list and send an e-mail with the subject heading ‘I am nemonymous’ to info at chomupress dot com. If you are already on our mailing list, naturally there is no need to sign up again – simply send an e-mail with the ‘I am nemonymous’ subject heading to the address mentioned. Only one entry allowed per person. Deadline for draw, the 29th of June.