B. Catling. The Vorrh. The Erstwhile. And now, The Cloven. There's nothing else like this trilogy, here reaching its apotheosis, in all of literature. Although, if you forced Gormenghast sideways through the densest jungle of a German-colonized, late-19th-century African nation, then distilled whatever liquid resulted from that action into a whiskey and used that whiskey to saturate an image of Mary Shelley and threw the sodden portrait into the face of Alan Moore while he was at the peak of a tarantula-venom high, the shifting topography of Moore's resultant grin might echo the contours of feeling that any random chapter from Catling's volumes can evoke in a reader. God's honest truth, citizen. In any case, Catling's in town to present his new masterpiece, which he'll do at BookPeople, in conversation with that charming Clay Smith of Kirkus Reviews.
Wed., July 18, 7pm