This new collection of pieces by Alan Blackwood can hardly be called short stories; they are gem-like concentrations or distillations of a series of images erotic, sad, darkly humorous, that Alan calls 'vignettes.' They will have the reader turning compulsively from page to page to find out what on earth he's going to come up with next. It's literature in a world of its own.
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