Much of Kenneth Grant's previous writings fall into this category, they require endurance, a keen memory and a subtle sense of humour. More so, they thrive on weaving strands of associations, on reading between the lines and on recognising the interplay of book, reader and the world manifesting around the two. With Against the Light , things do look somewhat different. Unlike most of Mr. Grant's books, this nightside narrative appears in the guise of a novel, but it might as well be classed as poetry. None of its contents pretends to be factual, and none needs to be taken seriously.
Appearances can be deceptive.
Against the Light is a highly practical work for those who dare to enter a web of darksome intricacies, or who enjoy a mind-stimulating surrealistic kaleidoscope as their bedside reading. Its a books that breathes the morbid splendour of the swampland, the realm where firm ground and yielding morass alternate and the nature of the dreaming depends on the will of each reader. Its representation as a novel offers the author a great amount of freedom to shape the world subjectively, and to cast a spell of fascination. Having said this, I still can't tell you what its all about. It could have a dozen plots or none at all, could convey a dozen magical formulae and still perplex the mind of those who search for them.