We didn’t really buy this book (at Chamblin’s Bookmine) because we thought it would be of use for our book of weird reading. We bought it because…how can you resist that cover art?
Little did we know the treasures we’d find inside.
Like…a rather badly illustrated Borges story, with a fun little intro: “Borges is so In right now he had three stories in one issue of the New Yorker.”
Or this title page with the odd illo.
Or the facing page, the end of Ray Russell’s “Comet Wine,” wherein a prior owner of the book has tried to write either a true ending or an explanation: “I suppose that it might be done chemically, or by a trick of lighting.”
But the best line–and there are obviously some fine stories in here—is from Alfred Gillespie’s “The Evil Eye”: “Why had she been up all night, sneaking around like a @#$%& leprechaun?”
Laugh not, though–in another 40 years lots of folks are gonna be laughing at lots of stuff we think works just fine now.