Moonchild
Aleister Crowley
Although this novel lacks the cohesiveness of The Diary of a Drug Fiend, there are several amusing facets to it. Cyril Grey is a very Crowleyesque “magician” who persuades Lisa la Giuffria to bear the Moonchild. Feuding orders of magicians litter the scene and provide a great satire of many of the people in the Golden Dawn whom Crowley scorned. These bits of satire are reason enough to read the entire book, especially his description of William Butler Yeats, whom Crowley detested and felt was a horrible poet (horrible, despite the fact that Crowley himself wrote reams of truly bad poetry). Another interesting section provides insight into the use of correspondences in the practice of ritual magic. As Lisa gestates, she is surrounded with everything associated with the moon. “She lived almost entirely upon milk, and cream, and cheese soft-curdled and mild, with little crescent cakes made of rye with the whiteness of egg and cane sugar; as for meat, venison, as sacred to the huntress Artemis, was her only dish.” As might be expected for anyone with such a bland and unvaried diet, nothing much interesting happens to Miss la Giuffria, not that anything much could as Crowley insists on reminding us that women's minds are “mob rule.” To the general relief of the reader, the characters part and go their separate ways, which is about the only satisfying conclusion to this unresolved work. MM
Publisher: Weiser
Paperback: 336 pages