As I am currently updating my off-line book review database in Calibre, I come across some of the jewels that I’ve read over the years. Those books I try to include in my Some of my Favorite Things posts. Of course, there are times that I’ve come across some real pooper scooper books.
One such book that I read back in ’07 was The Space Vampires by Colin Wilson. Sadly, since this was back in ’07, my review lacks somewhat in the verve and rip & gut that I find myself occasionally dabbling in these days. Kino also reviewed the book back in ’16. He wasn’t any more impressed than I had been.
I realize this isn’t an actual review even while I’m linking to an older review. But it amused me when I came across this and figured I could write something. Now if you go to various social booksites and look at reviews, you’ll see how some people are praising this book. I think those people should be committed.
It was all about Sex is a Metaphor for Everything and Everything is Actually Sex. Goodness, I hate a lot of writings from the 70’s. Bloody Freud. And there was a movie but I’m not providing any links, as the few I saw convinced me it was softcore porn.
It didn’t help that I read the edition with the above cover. I felt very misled. Now, if I’d seen the covers below, I’d have had a better idea of just what I was getting into and maybe avoided it altogether.
I might have to go through my library and see what other 1 star or less atrocities I’ve read. Sometimes it is good to be reminded of just what you’ve survived.