‘A Slow Saturday Night at the Surrealist Sporting Club’ by Michael Moorcock
Pretty much unreadable story in which a bunch of comical grotesques sit around chatting shit with God in a private members’ club.
Quality:*
Shiftiness: *
Written by Martin
22 April 2009 at 10:27
Posted in sf, short stories
Tagged with michael moorcock, redshift
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