Splintered Mirror: Doc Savage and Doc Caliban – Part 1 of 2

Much has certainly been written about the literary and publishing decisions that resulted in the creation of Philip José Farmer’s character Doc Caliban. The character, who first appeared in 1969’s A Feast Unknown, has certainly endured. For a character that for all intents and purposes has appeared in two books (if you consider the doubleContinue reading “Splintered Mirror: Doc Savage and Doc Caliban – Part 1 of 2”

A Feast Unknown Sketchbook

In this month’s earlier blog post, Painting Into Books: The Creation of Readable Art, there are dynamic visual samples of Iason Ragnar Bellerophon’s method of painting directly onto the pages of books. That technique did not begin with the painted books of the Talos Saga. Years before undertaking that epic project, Iason was drawing ontoContinue reading “A Feast Unknown Sketchbook”

A Feast Unknown: 52 years later – climax and aftermath

Nobody moved. They could not accept what they had seen. And when their senses thawed, they began to realize what they faced. That line from A Feast Unknown could well summarize the experience of reading the novel. It was, in essence, one hammer-blow after another, leaving the reader stunned. This was not just because ofContinue reading “A Feast Unknown: 52 years later – climax and aftermath”

A Feast Unknown: 52 years later – Part 2 of 3

The French title for A Feast Unknown is La Jungle Nue, “The Naked Jungle”…in Italy it is Festa di Morte, “The Feast of Dead Men”. But it seemed they missed the subtlety in Farmer’s title. Not all editions have it, but most show this stanza from the poem Evolution before the story begins. The poet,Continue reading “A Feast Unknown: 52 years later – Part 2 of 3”

A Feast Unknown: 52 years later – Part 1 of 3

The Philip José Farmer novel A Feast Unknown debuted in 1969, published by Essex House. I’ve told the story before of how I encountered it four years later, in 1973 at age fifteen. At that time I was living in the beach town of Ocean City, Maryland. Strictly speaking, my family was actually homeless, squattingContinue reading “A Feast Unknown: 52 years later – Part 1 of 3”