Twisthorn Bellow by Rhys Hughes; his new novel
and heart‑felt homage to the late Philip José Farmer
Rhys Hughes once again foists his mad tale-spinning ability upon the world with this brand‑new novel of monsters attacking all that is bad (musicians, Frenchmen… you know, those sort of people), including both Hellboy and Philip José Farmer in the story while he’s at it. When this author describes something as “this is the maddest thing I’ve ever written”, you know you’re in for something ‘special’. With this exciting cover by the talented Steve Upham you only get a slight taste of the adventures which await you within!
These are at the printers now, and will be on-sale at World HorrorCon in Brighton. Or, head to the “STORE” on the site and pre-purchase using VISA, MC or PAYPAL you can ensure a copy is sent to you in Britain as soon as I have a moment during the week after WHC, or arrive mid-April if you're in North America.
It may come as no surprise that France wants to take over the world again. But this time they plan to go much further and gain control of the spiritual dimensions too, making French the official language of the afterlife!
Twisthorn Bellow is a freshly baked golem who has fallen into a vat of nitroglycerin, turning him into a living stick of dynamite. As well as battling against monsters and rock musicians, he’s the only thing that can preserve and protect the glorious British Empire and prevent the French‑ification of the entire cosmos. But considering the French have all the best ideas and tunes, he doesn’t stand a soufflé in Hell’s chance!
How to Kill Fiends & Intimidate People:
1. Set yourself a golem;
2. Give that golem a piece of your mind;
3. Unleash him on an unsuspecting world…
It comes in one ‘Trade’ edition as follows:
* ISBN: 978−0−9811597−1−3
* $24.99 (CAN/USA) – £14.99 (UK)
* bound in a paperback bidingAdvance Praise for Twisthorn Bellow:
Rhys Hughes is so completely his own creature that words fail when it comes to describing his work; ‘Rhys Hughesian?’ I don’t think that’s gonna fly. How about just ODD? But odd in the best possible way: the kind of odd that is, at times, goofy (I like the word ‘imbecilic’) and yet you are always keenly aware that he is a super genius, that he is toying with his reader like a madman (a genius madman having way too much fun) poking and prodding a little tiny octopus with a spoon. In a good way.
–Mike Mignola; creator of Hellboy
Hughes (Engelbrecht Again!) spins an absurdist tale of a supernatural defence agency protecting British interests at home and abroad from monstrous threats, the most monstrous being (of course) the French. … Eventually, as narrated by the Eiffel Tower, they confront the chief villain in his subterranean lair beneath Strasbourg. Wordplay, fractured classical mythology, pop culture and homages to fellow authors, above all the late Philip José Farmer … heavy satire …gonzo … tomfoolery.PRAISE FOR MR. HUGHES:
–Publisher’s Weekly; July 20, 2009
Rhys Hughes seems almost the sum of our planet’s literature… As well as being drunk on language and wild imagery, he is also sober on the essentials of thought. He has something of Mervyn Peake’s glorious invention, something of John Cowper Powys’s contemplative, almost disdainful existentialism, a sensuality, a relish, an addiction to the delicious. He’s as tricky as his own characters… He toys with convention. He makes the metaphysical political, the personal incredible and the comic hints at subtle pain. Few living fictioneers approach this chef’s sardonic confections, certainly not in English.
— Michael Moorcock
Just beginning to read: saliva already forming on chin.
— Brian Aldiss