A writer of horror stories, recovering from a three-year drinking binge following the death of his wife with the aid of his friends, find strange goings-on are set in motion by two mysterious books the protagonist picks up in the Haight during an alcoholic blackout.
“You know, all insanity is a form of artistic expression, I often think. Only the person has nothing but himself to work with -- he can't get at outside materials to manipulate them -- so he puts all his art into his behavior.”Saul
“I think all modern cities, especially the crass, newly built, highly industrial ones, should have ghosts. They are a civilizing influence.”Donaldus
“If only he'd asked me to do something challenging, such as seduce President Roosevelt, or appear naked in the rotunda of the City of Paris and then swim out to the Seal Rocks and chain myself to them like Andromeda. But just to stand in front of the public library with seven rather large stainless-steel ball bearings in my brassiere, thinking of the South Pole and saying nothing for an hour and trwenty minutes -- I ASK you, darling!”dashing and eccentric society lady of an earlier decade