An Emporium of Automata

This new edition of An Emporium of Automata delivers a thesis of the theatrically strange placing in the hands of all seekers after the beautiful and weird a grand collection which for so long has been privy to the locked bookcases of collectors and connoisseurs of the macabre and fantastique. Story after uncanny story unfolds before the reader; a maze of carnival mirrors that we fear we might never escape from. Here are missing tales from some lost darkly romantic Germanic madmans attic. The rotting wooden fissures that manifest fill in a gaping and pockmarked wooden maw somewhere between E.T.A. Hoffmann Nabokov and Ligotti. To name these vaguely reminiscent stylists is far too simple. Watt dips first and foremost into his own personal experience. A literary answer to the modern neon sewer these pages embrace the worship of decay the altars of the desolate and all things archaic or fundamentally grotesque. The violently attractive dangerously jagged islands of the mind which Mr. Watt guides us to are his own half-charted territories. I must also note that the book is structured in a manner and so dense that one is really getting three books of first-rate outré literature for the price of one. Puppets rejoice! Read herein these baroque fables in which the drifting souls toys and ticking things of men revert to fulfill far more ancient impulses. You have nothing to lose but the strings of your mind. -Charles Schneider author of The Mauve Embellishments