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This week, we’ll be looking into some books I’ve taken on over the past month or so whose respective value (or lack thereof) failed to merit individual or in-depth analysis. While penned by writers of proven (or assumed) prominence in Decadent circles, each and every one turned out to be overrated, overhyped, or simply failed outright by comparison to other works by the same authors.
To save you the time and expense of delving into these lesser children (for in a sense, each and every scrawling of a writer by trade, as every painting to an artist or every song to a musician, is in effect a birth and spawning, whose very existence in the public sphere gives way to further progeny by similarly inclined artistes who perchance to peruse and absorb such works), I offer my own humble discussion and analysis of these decidedly humble offerings. Or if you prefer, take this as a public notification, whose ultimate condensation into simple terms results in the dictum: buyer beware.
First and best of the motley crew we have assembled here for your delectation today, comes Austria’s own “uncrowned prince of Decadence”, Paul Leppin. Journal regulars should be familiar with my earlier missive praising with highest orders his incredibly sensuous prose style, and his mastery of both the novella (Daniel Jesus) and short form (Ghost of the Jewish Ghetto) found in Dedalus’ Road to Darkness.