James Robert French

What is the Author to say about Himself? He is dead, and yet he continues to hammer out missives into the darkness as though there were a body of living flesh that some Seeker could hope to communicate with. It is a farce. Yet we play it to the full, because it is ours.

When his bones are picked clean and his heart is a ruined home for retired worms to lounge about in, speaking of Rimbaud and the price of eggs, the yellowed obituary might say something like this:

James Robert French lived in the early part of the 21st Century. He was interested in the strange, the spiritual, and the occult. He laughed a lot, smoked too much, drank more than he should, and wore black even when it was hot outside. Every now and again, he pulled his nose out of his navel and wrote a book