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Dis Voir

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Paperback, 8.5 x 11 in. / 128 pgs / 20 bw.

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Pub Date 9/26/2017
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Catalog: FALL 2017 p. 193

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ISBN 9782914563857 FLAT40
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the wolves have disappeared, where are the wolves? you ask as a long rusty nail slowly sinks into your left eye

DIS VOIR

Theory of MultiDreams

(A Cosmic-Dream Investigation by H.P. Lovecraft)

By Jean-Philippe Cazier. Edited by Daniele Riviere. Illustrated by Andreas Marchal. Translated by Jeffrey Zuckerman.

Theory of MultiDreams, written by author and poet Jean-Philippe Cazier (born 1966), is a work of fiction loosely inspired by the contemporary astrophysicist Aurelien Barrau’s work on “Multiverses” and by the stories of H.P. Lovecraft.

The book entwines astrophysics and fantasy literature through fiction, deconstructing the frameworks of narration, logic, identity, space and time.

The story commences with the disappearance of one of its characters, developing a kaleidoscopic narrative in which identities proliferate, when dreams become the means for travel through space and time and in which Lovecraft himself seemingly becomes one of the characters.

Theory of MultiDream charts a troubling voyage in which science and literature converge to create a paradoxical universe that is nonetheless real—or was it merely dreamed? But who said dreams weren’t reality?

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FROM THE BOOK

Excerpt from “My Name Is John H.P. Lovecraft Carter

“We should prepare ourselves to accept notions of the cosmos
our place in the universe’s vortex
likely to explode our spirit. What happened that night? A dream or sheer folly. My name is John H.P. Lovecraft-Carter, a fragment of another incomprehensible universe. This name is written in books. This name is written on the sun, on the sky. My face exists in rare photographs. I was born and raised in Haverhill in the old family estate near Golden Hill. It was on Thursday, May 14, 1908, that my disappearance occurred. Before then, I had started seeing strange shapes in front of my eyes. This Thursday I succumbed to the night lasting some incalculable span of time. My language no longer belonged to me. I used my vocal cords with the greatest difficulty. My pronunciation was a foreigner’s. I was a traveler from a distant land. Everything became such a complex, dark labyrinth. Each night gained all the more in radiance and presence. This Thursday I began to murmur some strange syllables
some sounds that hardly seemed connected to any human tongue. My conception of time
my ability to distinguish between sequentiality and simultaneity
seem to be in discord. And there were dreams that each night gained all the more in radiance and presence. I’d begun to fabricate a mirror out of the night. My mind was habituated to these hazy, unclassifiable dreams suggestive of fragments of another incomprehensible universe. Something seemed to have slipped into me
into my spirit and my body