About “Angels, Delirium, Liberty”

Ignoring his mother’s call, Clerk stands over the crib of the baby who died, lost in dreams of absolute liberation.  Outside the ancient house and despairing, post-revolutionary metropolis, music and “real magic” await him.  In the man, the search is abruptly resurrected: a desperate, ecstatic hunt for the exit from “the belly of a female python”.  In an urban montage of dwarves, prostitutes, pimps, and illustrious providers of goods of dubious legality, he secures pills and papers and keys to his liberation.  He stumbles upon the “City of a Hundred Gibbets”, a place of hidden curses and gold.  At last, from the embrace of gray, gray wings, C. reaches out to the last angel who might save him.


Short review of ANGELS, DELIRIUM, LIBERTY, Steve Mellow: Broadway Producer

Images and poetry fly by.  In this book, the reader experiences a trip of poetry and imagination. Words take flight from the page.  One is caught up in conversations that started before the first chapter and continue after the last.   The author paints a picture with images, poetry, sound and action.  Images and poetry spill a film noir onto paper.   The reader is caught up in an avalanche of images.

Faces of the Fallen:

“C. cleared his spectacles with his sleeve and slid them up his nose.  The space before him swarmed with watchers in flux: tucked, fierce, dumpy faces, wax heads over threadbare, stuffed costumes, narrow scarecrows tilting over cigarettes.  A baby’s head bobbed drunken among warts and bellies in an arthritic, gnarled forest of hardening flesh.  Pressing a book to her heart, a schoolgirl, mislaid, wandered between stony foreheads and slooping chins.  Clopping, babbling mobs pushed, and cold drafts rushed across him.  Occasionally, he turned a page.”


“I found Angels,Delirium, Liberty to be a dark but fantastic book. One read is not enough. written as the thoughts and memories of a man as he moves through a transitional period in his life you can not help but find yourself understanding and relating to him. This is a book that must be read slowly and with care, lingering over the words as one might a book of poetry. Haunting imagery, emotion and texture rise up at you as if to swallow you into the word of C. If you are fan of The Wall (pink Floyd) this is a must read.”

Angela Zacher

Free copies available in multiple forms to reviewers with a taste for the literary and surreal!

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