After preparing for a proper reincarnation, the dying Aleister Crowley flubs one syllable of the magickal incantation...and comes back as Elmer Fudd.

"...the author has a high knowledge of esoteric symbolism and Crowley's works...Reading Elmer Crowley is like reading Crowley's inner dialogue at 3am, after an intensive journey into his own inner abyss. It is therefore, a magickal working that Crowley himself would be proud of."
--Gwendolyn von Taunton, The Prometheus Review

"...this book is twisted, fantastical and genius. It captures the feel of Crowley with his bawdy, politically incorrect irreverence, his arrogance and his committed magickal spirituality and awareness..."
--Charlotte Rogers, author of A Contemporary Western Book of the Dead

This self-described 'picaresque graphic novel' reads like an account of Crowley's death-bed fever dream terribly wrong, wherein the Fifty Eight Wrathful Deities take on the aspect of warped and sinister versions of Looney Toons archetypes.... Bradley emulates Crowley's first-person narrative style throughout by mixing ostentatious verbiage with calculated-to-shock impropriety, and the result reads like a trippy, post-mortem, long-lost epilogue to The Confessions."
--Richard Kaczynski, author of Perdurbo: The Life of Aleister Crowley

"Crowley, Fudd, Buddha, Yeats, Heliopolitan hierophants, the Goddess Baubo, assorted 'Nilotic dream despots,' a carrot-eating Madame Blavatsky, Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and their Warner Brothers producer, Leon Schlesinger, bounce and boing their way across human history. These are the launch points for Bradley’s inquiries into questions of meta-ethics and truth against a background of Esoteric Hitlerists."
--Fortean Times

"The voice was dead perfect...this book doesn't go for the easy laugh. It goes for the deeply nuanced in-joke...I can't imagine a hip Thelemite NOT having this book in her library..."
--Don Webb, former High Priest of the Temple of Set

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"Whose shiny prosthesis
unhymens this prairie,
obtruding on soil
like a smooth hookah-tube
urged on a flippant girl,
trying to get her to
do smoke as vulvas do semen?"

The painter and poet, in a death-wrestle, try to disentangle their protean identities, or at least to maintain a numerical tally of the limbs, heads, and torsos their shifting persons comprise.

As with FAMILY ROMANCE, Tom has accepted the challenge posed by a stack of preexisting art. In this case the ekphrasis is in verse, and the ineffable images have sprung from the cranial alembic of alchemical visionary David Aronson.

Our guarantee: visuals came first, then verbals.

Publisher Jonathan Penton says, "This is the most peculiar book of erotica, and the weirdest book of poetry outside of psychoses outright, I've ever seen. This is BHAGAVAD-GITA PORN

From Nick Patterson's unconsciousness a hundred images geyser forth. Observing no order, acknowledging no linguistic import, they loom up in Tom Bradley's face and gradually coalesce into this--

Family Romance

The narrator lives with his rapacious mother and psychotic sister on the right bank of the Judeuphrates River. They abide under a sovereign theocracy consecrated to their national/racial god, the Divine Krystelle Rex, whose prophet and agent on earth is the Grand Religiopath.

On the opposite bank of the Judeuphrates are the sandy nomadic haunts of the relic Amalekites. These are physiologically peculiar wretches upon whom the Grand Religiopath has renewed the sentence of genocide originally declared upon their remote ancestors by Jehovah in the first book of Samuel.

Our narrator's father has waded the river to please himself behaving like a traitor-apostate among the relic Amalekites. Refugees have made their way across the river and are occupying the back yard. They turn out to be odd creatures, with shoulder teeth, ostrich legs, and problematic crotches.

Meanwhile, Mom won't stop trying to mount her children...

"Bradley’s trajectory of books, from the early Sam Edwine novels up through the mesmeric satire of Vital Fluid and essay collections like Put It Down in a Book, is toward a geist where categories have yet to be described. The fastenings and joineries of his new textual and graphic ubiety are measured in calibrations from some other dimension where the usual sockets and taper points of critical disassembly have to be replaced. Even with that, Family Romance is deviously structured to lead conclusion jumpers straight to the Hall of Laughter."
--Exquisite Corpse

"FAMILY ROMANCE is a monstrosity of the imagination, as if a Burroughs virus hijacked the machinery of Finnegans Wake and replicated itself as a literateratus."
--John-Ivan Palmer's rave at
Exquisite Corpse.

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