Before you delve into the massive tome that is 'The Ninth Arch', you will need to hold it up 'Against The Light' and the world of Clan Grant. Like a dark 'Alice in Wonderland', where instead of falling down the rabbit hole, you slide, instead, down slimy, fungoidal Tunnels of Set, 'Against The Light' contains a thorough going summation of what Kenneth Grant is all about; it is as if he is attempting to make cohesive his own idiosyncratic, personal myth. Clearly combining all of his influences, such as Blackwood, Machen, Crowley, Spare, Castaneda, Dali, and of course, Lovecraft, Grant weaves a relentless astral tale that concentrates the black elixir that we get smaller doses of in "Hecate's Fountain'. Time and Space are fully suspended here, where multiple dimensions, times, the living and the dead, dreams and extraterrestrial forces all meet in a ever-shifting world of ceaseless slippage, and interdimensional penetretion that are the tunnels of the qlipoth. This is the definitive Grant book next to 'The Ninth Arch', which would be less comprehensible without it.



What more could you ask for?