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With Daemonomania, Crowley has added the third and strongestnovel in the Aegypt series since the first volume. The Houses of the Zodiac through which this tale is carried are embdodied in the increasing melancholy and coldness that afflicts Pierce Moffett, his lover Rose Ryder who assumes a more specifically erotic role than anything yet written by Crowley, and Rosie and her daughter Samantha, whose seizures not only command the novel but command the reader's care. Characters dominate, as a Christian cult challenges Pierce's circle of friends and provides the most action in the story. The strongest narrative drive is provided in Crowley's recreation of the fall of John Dee and the burning of Bruno. But Dee's moleskin-colored globe is now in Sam's possession. Did she exist in that earlier age? The reader can hope that the next three Houses will direct Pierce and his friends towards another Spring in the final novel to come. Multi-layered, a novel that demands immediate re-reading, gorgeously languaged, this is Crowley again at his best.

The fact that Crowley's latest book has had zero impact on the general culture is a shame. In my local store there are two copies of the book for sale, both anonymously shelved into the SF ghetto. Many stores in New York carry no copies. THere have been maybe four reviews nationwide, the most prominent being in the Washington Post. It's as though it doesn't exist.

Perhaps the reception of this book will one day be equated with how Melville or Faulkner's novels floundered in the marketplace. Perhaps in 2075 or so, scholars and readers will be wholly bewildered. There was a new Crowley book out in 2000 -- and no one cared? It got remaindered within four months??? People thought Dave Eggers was the future of literature??

But enough conjecture. I still have hope that the common reader will discover this work and treasure it. And yes, Bantam has made a botch of the series. Having the first two volumes out of print makes a full comprehension of Daemonomania daunting for the newcomer.

Where Aegypt was vernal in all senses of the word -- a gleeful, open, exuberant work -- Daemonomania is a dimmuendo. There's a loss of heat, of possibilities. Lives and stories are wound down. There are ghosts everywhere, stuck at doors, wandering old houses. It's not a fun book, yes, and it may be the one I least return to of the (proposed) four, but it's perhaps the most essential of the quartet.

And the writing. Crowley is a prose genius: he makes the simple actions of a character determining whether to put diesel or regular fuel into his car a joy of writing. Its best scenes -- the Christmas masque, Dee and Bruno in Prague -- simply fantastic writing and even its minor characters, from Mal Cichy to Val the astrologer, are imbued with life.

A wonderful book.

Daemonomania was worth the wait. I have enough faith in Crowley's craftmanship to believe that the multiple threads initiated in Aegypt and sustained through Love and Sleep and the present book will be resolved effectively in the final novel (if we all live so long, he to write, I to read it). The pacing of the plot and character development are paradoxical -- leisurely, and as always with Crowley revealed in minute details of language and juxtaposition, yet the total effect of these tiny strokes is a tremendous force of urgency. I reread the previous two novels just before reading this one (it has after all been some years since Love and Sleep), and the sense of flow was quite powerful. The lapidary writing, and the wonderful Crowley dialogue provide a lot of pleasure to the reader who loves great prose. Few resolutions are provided, and I suppose that this novel, of the three so far, will be least effective as a stand-alone, but then I think that Crowley has clearly commited himself to the tetralogy project, and the extended plotting that this implies. The construction of a multi-volume work can take various forms. In the mode used by Robertson Davies and Joyce Cary, members of the core cast of characters take turns as protagonist or supporting actor(s). In the approach taken by Crowley ( as with, for example, Tolkien and Tolstoy), there is one long story -- there is internal structure, to be sure, and demarcations and episodes -- but all the elements weave a complete fabric. I have to note that over the course of these novels, I have found myself changing my attitudes about almost all the characters at one time or another, as the narrative reveals more of them, in their concerns and actions, and in relationship to the other players in the drama. I don't know if Crowley planned this kaleidescopic effect, or if it's an epiphenomenon, but either way this is a remarkable work of art.

John Crowley's newest book, Daemonomania is the third of a projected four-book cycle, the first two of which, Aegypt and Love and Sleep, aroused critical attention in their own right. This third work is somewhat dependent on the other two, as it continues the stories of Pierce Moffet, Rose Ryder, his lover, Rosie Rasmussen and her daughter and ex-husband. The intertwined stories of people who have retreated from modern civilization to a small community in the Catskills is, however, only part of Crowley's narrative. Their lives, littered with all the detritus of modern life, including childhood trauma, adult regrets, lost opportunities, family illnesses, neuroses and religions cults, make entertaining, affecting, and sometimes tragic reading. And Crowley is stylistically interesting, in fact, comparable, as I have done on occasion, to Umberto Eco, despite the fact that their ironies lie in different directions. In fact, Crowley's three titles to date compare in many useful ways to Eco's Foucault's Pendulum. This comparison is apt from a contentual perspective because they both use a mysterious book to connect the modern world to the late 16th and early 17th centuries in Austria, Britain and Italy, or more specifically, to the Rosicrucians and the early formulations of science as alchemy. Crowley's technique is to juxtapose narratives from the lives of well-known alchemists such s Giordano Bruno and John Dee, with those of his anti-hero Pierce, and the people whose lives surround his. Additionally, he uses emblems such as the book mentioned above, the unfinished work of Rosie Rasmussen's uncle's associate, Fellowes Kraft, and a mysteriously recovered cream-colored crystal to make the links seem more than literary. Pierce finds Fellowes Kraft's manuscript at a time when he is considering writing a similar story. Rosie's young daughter, Sam, is drawn to the crystal which seemed to have summoned demons for John Dee in the late 16th century Oxford workshops he shared with an Irishman, Kelly. We are left to decipher the actual connections between Sam and John Dee, Pierce and the Rosicrucians, and their little Catskills community and Oxford of the past. Crowley leads us to look for the fantastic in everyday life as if it was a hunger that centuries could not satisfy. Along the way, he provides a number of fascinating stories of people surviving the political, social and economic changes of the past and present and hints that we would do well to look to the epistemological changes of John Dee's era in an attempt to understand our own. Thus it is both the stylistic and philosophic that will draw readers to this book and to anticipate the production of the fourth, still to come.

Jan Bogstad, Reviewer

Daemonomania, third installment in the eventual quartet begun in Aegypt and continued in Love and Sleep, covers the autumn of the numinous 1979 John Crowley has been so carefully chronicling since 1985 or so. It's nearly Halloween in Faraway Hills, and we pick up with Pierce Moffat & company, John Dee & Giordano Bruno included, right where we left them.

Daemonomania is very much of a piece with its equally allusive and mysterious predecessors. It certainly contains all the strengths and weaknesses of the previous books -- if you loved them, you will love this; if you exited Love & Sleep angry about the lack of narrative progress, well, matters have not greatly improved.

But these books are almost a genre to themselves; dense, mythic, intricately detailed and stunningly beautiful, steeped in occult learning and emotional wisdom. Proceeding synchronistically rather than literally to make emotional sense of magic (in every sense of the word), they seem me among the most ambitious and rewarding novels of the past two decades.

Reviews below draw comparisons to Eco's Foucalt's Pendulum, but I think the more apt parallel is to a novel I often think my favorite -- Mark Helprin's Winter's Tale. Like Winter's Tale, Crowley's opus defiantly rejects a reasonable "what just happened?/where is this going?" query at every turn, yet renders the question moot with gorgeous, transcendent writing and abundant good humor. Though Crowley's tone is as adult and intellectual as Helprin's is child-like and matter of fact, the books share an exceedingly rare literary magic.

Don't worry so much about the plot -- just read.

Daemonomania is the third of (presumably, hopefully) four novels, each containing a section dealing in some way with three astrological houses. Reader's new to this series, see below, are urged to scour the internet and find used copies of "Aegypt" and "Love & Sleep" so you can appreciate the magnitude and quality of this story.

Reading this book is like eating chocolate truffles, it's so rich dense and detailed that it must be savoured slowly.

Pierce Moffet, the imperfect Fool, Parsifal, the protagonist, has the discovered writings that suggest that the World jumps in quantums, that certain things, like Alchemy, were posible at some time in the past, but then the World (or History) changes, shifts gears, reaches another quanta, and Magical things once possible become only impossible stories. Pierce intuits that another World change is happening (maybe in book four), but he, The Doubting Thomas, is not sure if he really believes any of this. He is a historian, author, renaissance and occult scholar (much like Crowley himself). He has been hired to write a book which will prove/or and tie all these ideas together.

Then there is Beau Brachman, another character, the contemporary Magus.

There are two other story lines from the 1500's, those of John Dee and Giordano Bruno. These stories, woven into the other are even more fantastic, were it not for the fact that they are appearently "extracts from the dairies , works and letters of John Dee and are quoted more of less verbatim". Dee was astrologer to Queen Elizabeth I, who, with Edward Kelly, claimed to have conversations with and Angel (or demon) Madimi who told him how to make gold, and gave him a wind to command, which he conjured and used to destroy the Spanish Armada! After he made gold!

Giordano Bruno, who Dee meets repeatedly and quarrels with, said that sun was the center of the solar system, the earth revolved around it and the the universe was full of other stars, like our sun, with inhabited planets. He got burned at the stake for his views by the Catholic Church.

But this, 400 odd years ago, was the Last World shift, the end of Dee's Universe, the begining of Bruno's (and ours!)

So, will Pierce Moffat be the patient donkey who ushures in the New World? What will happen? Tune in for book four! Crowleys book is brillant in places, complex, rewarding and confusing. I found myself thinking I might understand what he meant but never quite sure. It's chock full of Latin, alchemical, occult and astrological symbolism. He descibes unusual moods states of mind which are, well, extremely introspective. He writes of the intersection of the mundane world with a fantastic one as he did in "Little/Big". Things seen out of the corner of the eye which disappear when you look directly at them. Dreams, fugues, fits, imaginings, memories, maybe-they-were-maybe-they-weren't.

However, it must be stated that John Crowley has killed off his most interesting characters Dee, Edward Kelly, and Bruno in this, book three. Does Crowley have enough plot left for another book? Let's hope the concluding book four comes soon. But writing of this quality can't be rushed, I guess.

Bantam was insane to release this book without identifying it in any way as the third volume of a novel in progress! What strange experiences the many misled must have had reading it. Aegypt is a strange enough novel already, after all, with two sets of interwined narratives in each of two (three? seven?) time periods, interpolations from imaginary novels and poems, summaries of actual Renaissance and hermetic texts, digressions on astrology, divorce law, and you name it...Daemonomania alone tackles sado-masochism, Christian cults, masturbation, epilepsy, murder, molestation, the Philosopher's Stone, a number of different takes on "magic", several thousand things I'm forgetting and (a couple times over) The End Of The World.

Anyway, don't even think about touching this book until you've read its two prequels, Aegypt (AKA The Solitudes) and Love & Sleep, available in most libraries.

Daemonomania is the longest segment, thus far, and perhaps the wildest. Its writing is magnificent, its content wise and tough-minded. It wraps up most of the story arc of Aegypt: Apparently the almost-complete volume four, Endless Things, will be something of a departure.

What else to say? As far out as he ranges, Crowley's topic is always life itself, like any good novelist. And like any great one, he frequently shows us what our own lives are like in ways that we, merely living them, have somehow never noticed. This superb, crazy novel is an ongoing miracle.

With "Daemonomania" John Crowley continues his ornate and multi-levelled search for Meaning in a world of shifting and competing narratives. His anti(que)-hero Pierce/Perceval/Parsifal attempts to come to terms with the complexities of his own nature and past , gradually coming to realise the need to "set out,set out" upon his Quest. A sprawling tapestry of allusion, allegory, and wordplay, "Daemonomania" has echoes of Eco's "The Name of the Rose" in its insistence on the attention and work of the reader.Certainly I feel that if Crowley were European and not labelled a Fantasist then Literary prizes would emblazon his covers. As it is, his writing is bedazzling Art which repays continual revisits.There is a heady joy in knowing that such books can still be written.

To the reviewer who found the absense of favorable blurbs on the back cover of Daemonomania as telling of its quality: Since when do newly released hardcover editions ever carry blurbs of their own reviews? As for the reviews of Crowley's previous works, they did not appear until the release of the softcover editions. Look again at the hardcover of Love & Sleep: none of the reviews you mention are there. What are there, however, are blurbs from Peter Straub and Harold Bloom--special cases of advanced praise from fellow authors who had no doubt been with Love & Sleep while still a work-in-progress. Take note of the Bloom blurb on Daemonomania.

To readers new to Crowley or to Crowley readers who perhaps have not considered it before, when reading the reviews of disappointed readers of Love & Sleep and Daemonomania, you'll find that a great deal of their diappointment stems from the failure of those books as discreet novels. This failure is real, for, despite Bantam's insistance on marketing them as such, they aren't discreet novels. Nor are they sequels. They are continuations. Aegypt is the title of a four-part novel, of which Daemonomania is the third (the first of the four should actually go by the title, The Solitudes). Bantam, no doubt seeing the first continuation, Love & Sleep, as too much delayed to market it as such, probably compelled Crowley to add the perfunctory re-introductions to characters, places, and situations to get the new reader having never before read The Solitudes (i.e. AEgypt) up to speed. This is particularly necessary to Bantam now, since they haven't bothered this time to re-release The Solitudes or Love & Sleep in tandem with the release of Daemonomania. This failure, however, is Bantam's, not Crowley's. AEgypt was poorly marketed from the start, and the trend continues with Daemonomania. These books are neither fantasy nor magic realism: they are unique and highly imaginative and meditative works of literature that, all content asside, stand as great artistic works before which most all works of contemporary literature with any pretention to a lasting readership pale. Literary history will mark Crowley's present neglect as a sad curiosity, but his neglect will not and cannot last. Crowley's that good.

I waited 7 years for this book. This wait heightened expectation. Like his other 2 books of of Aegypt series it is incredibly well written and a pleasure to read. But with each volume it seems to get closer to a resolution but only by 1/2, as in Zeno's Paradox. Will we ever arrive? That some of the plot moves toward climactic scenes that never get fully developed was a disappointment...I can't help but feel that if we had all the pieces as one novel I would feel that this is one great story. I hope he does write the final part before He or I die or go blind. I hope it is less than 7 years and that I will remember to not expect so much and just enjoy the story, which is still a great read.