Look what I picked up in one of the local charity shops this week: a rather lovely 1970s edition (Samuel Weiser, New York, 1970) of Aleister Crowley’s Diary of a Drug Fiend. The cover shows a man who clearly knows how to party. You will want to click on the image for an embiggenment. There is no picture credit that I can find on the cover; if anyone can provide an attribution, please do so.
I’ve read Crowley’s astrological writings (which are not extensive, but they’re very entertaining), certain bits on the tarot, and inevitably, Liber Legis, but I’m not very familiar with his fiction. I don’t mind if it’s not as good as some of his magickal writing, as long as it’s not as bad as his painting — which is very bad indeed.