I, CROWLEY Almost the Last Confession of the Beast by Snoo Wilson {Mandrake of Oxford, P.O Box 250 , Oxford OX1 1AP £9.99 252pp} Whatever you think of Aleister Crowley - and let's face it, he was a right-wing, misogynistic druggie with some unpleasant personal habits{Pardon? Ed} - his contribution to the magical, pagan and occult revival of the last century was considerable. At a time when psychopaths like Hitler and Stalin were murdering millions in their death camps he hardly deserves the silly title of "Wickedest Man in the World". This is a spoof autobiography of the Great Beast allegedly written when he was in Hastings at the end of his life. It covers the period when he lived in New York and then founded his abbey in Sicily. It is darkly amusing, entertaining and recommended.

Wilson proves himself an expert on Crowley's life, magickal theory and philosophy. I laughed (and cried) over this book. It was a pleasure to read from start to finish.

A 'must read' for occultists everywhere. Buy it. You won't be disappointed.

Set in what seems to be a futuristic UK (being naieve and in the US this is my assumption) Spaceache paints a rich alternative future that gleams of cyberpunk and wierd. The star of our story decides that the world is no good and chooses to have herself matter-condensed and cryogenically frozen, to be shipped into orbit around the planet until such time as the world is a wonderful place again. Throw in a misfit crew of the transport shuttle, planetary alignment, and other dimensions, and you have
Spaceache. Hauntingly written; so much so that after my first wearing the covers off of the book fifteen years ago I had to find another copy this year. "As above, so below."