edgar oliver is riveting

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He begins seeming creepy as heck. You almost can't hear him your brain is that stuck running over places to put him; that instantaneous mental activity we never even notice becomes pronounced, so difficult to place is this music. And, music turns into the right word for him, I think. Here's a YouTube of him being interviewed and reading a passage from his book. The transcendental poetry, macabre as it surely is, that starts issuing from his mouth around midway into this video will put you into an altered state. I hate creepy. I have no time for the horror genre unless it is dressed in some mighty fine cloth, and, sheesh! This fits the bill. Or... I'm thinking, at this point, maybe, "horror genre" is too strong. It may end up that his art is also as difficult to pin as his visage.

If you liked that, perhaps you want to hear him on The Crazed Pig of Conques:



And I'm just about to start listening to this.

Just Google him. Whoa. Creepy, creepy, creepy. Such a majestically terrible beauty.

[His mother raised him to be proud that he was strange.... I note that audiences start laughing in spots that seem to be coming up on funny but are everything else. They do it a lot. They are uncomfortable with the intimacy of his narrative and laugh where I wish they could be blotted from the audio track. This is illustrative of the thousands of novels I've read that insist on their dust jackets that they are comedic, when they are almost always nothing of the sort. I'd thought it was but a filthy marketing tool, but it must be as much this common inability to endure true communication. I don't know where I'm getting the money, but I'm buying his book. No two ways.]