Because it is somehow already the end of June, the launch of Lucifer: Princeps is happening this Friday, the 26th, at Atlantis Bookshop. It is also the day after my birthday so, in lieu of gifts, you should swing by the event… where you can give me the gift you obviously bought me.
The attendee list is already looking pretty sweet. Peter and Alkistis, as the kids of the hour, will be there, of course. Mr Stratton-Kent has been lured out of/tricked into leaving the West Country. Sef’s threatening to attend but I’ll believe that when I see it. You don’t have to speak to any of these weirdos. You can just show up, drop off your gift, buy a copy of the book and carry on with your weekend, if you like.
And what a book it is.
I remember about eighteen months ago, catching up with Peter and Alkistis for daytime cocktails at St Pancras Hotel. I asked if he had started working on the final book of his Red Goddess trilogy. Alkistis asked how I knew it was a trilogy. (To me it felt self-evident.) Then I asked if the final book was about the Devil. Alkistis laughed her signature laugh.
Lucifer: Princeps is a book you cannot unread. As your turn page after page, you feel concepts, beliefs and other modules of identity that have long been painfully unaligned -a cosmic shoulder dislocation (from a Fall, perhaps?)- thud back into place. I think if you just sat down with a rosary at the end of this book you would be doing witchcraft, knowing what you now know. It is psychically restorative… it returns to the reader something he or she did not know she had lost.
Two things occur to me.
- Even for those interested in such things, the occult world’s understanding of Lucifer lacks historicity and nuance. Hence the need for this book, obviously.
- Restoring historicity and nuance to Lucifer has an ‘over unity’ effect across the rest of your magical identity, like how the creation of marine reserves actually improves the marine ecology for miles around it. There is a rigorousness and bravery to Peter’s work that is inspiring and transformative beyond the footprint of whatever his topic area of choice happens to be at that time.
I absolutely love this book. And this isn’t a review. (That will come when I put my mind back together.) This is just a passionate insistence that you come and drink near it.