The Lunar Tickle
Thornton Excelsior is a man but he’s not an individual, he’s a multitude, an ensemble of avatars of himself that can exist in any place at any time. His mission is to do all possible things and most impossible ones. Give him a feather and he will tickle the moon until it laughs; give him a laugh and he will sell it in the market for a story; give him a story and he will give you a book of them. This book. A book to make full moons giggle.
“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’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