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I finally got my bony hands on a copy of Michael Shea's The Autopsy and Other Tales, published by Centipede Press—a pricy book that got even pricier when it passed, or rather did not pass, through the Danish customs office. Still, what a tome! Oversized, heavy, black and signifying pure evil with that subtly shimmering skeleton engraved on the cover. Innards also very impressive on a superficial level, although em dashes and paragraphs are not typeset consistently and two of the beautiful full-colour title pages have the title spelt wrong. Also, why the ragged right margin? It seems wasteful. Minor complaints, obviously, but I can never ignore these details.
Content-wise, I have read maybe a third of the stories. "The Autopsy", the title novella, is the best so far, presenting a fusion of abstract medical jargon and the blood and guts that said jargon describes. Much of Shea's work involves this kind of mimicry, taking a particular idiom to its comic/horrific extremes. To me the irony seems irreverent but never disparaging, and the author's command of language is compelling in and of itself.
I shall add to this as I read more.
I finally got my bony hands on a copy of Michael Shea's The Autopsy and Other Tales, published by Centipede Press—a pricy book that got even pricier when it passed, or rather did not pass, through the Danish customs office. Still, what a tome! Oversized, heavy, black and signifying pure evil with that subtly shimmering skeleton engraved on the cover. Innards also very impressive on a superficial level, although em dashes and paragraphs are not typeset consistently and two of the beautiful full-colour title pages have the title spelt wrong. Also, why the ragged right margin? It seems wasteful. Minor complaints, obviously, but I can never ignore these details.
Content-wise, I have read maybe a third of the stories. "The Autopsy", the title novella, is the best so far, presenting a fusion of abstract medical jargon and the blood and guts that said jargon describes. Much of Shea's work involves this kind of mimicry, taking a particular idiom to its comic/horrific extremes. To me the irony seems irreverent but never disparaging, and the author's command of language is compelling in and of itself.
I shall add to this as I read more.