Until a couple years ago, Michael Cisco lurked on the periphery of what I was reading, mentioned by the Vandermeers in a collection of New weird literature, his name inserted into the folds of books by many of my favorite horror authors. Eventually I picked up “The Narrator", a beautifully descriptive maze of worlds and cultures evoking dreamlike imagery throughout - it was unfortunate, while I was well aware of his surrealist leanings, that this tomb didn't seem to end, but