'The Thousand Deaths Of Mr Small is the easiest novel that Gerald Kersh has but written... Charles Small, winning advertisements professional and depressing guy, turns over in his brain the 'stinking, bitter, stagnant, untransmitted mass' that's his life... This publication has a wealthy, hot caliber; lengthy and whole of element, it teems with humour, satire, incident, personality; in a be aware, with life.' Yorkshire Post
'It see-saws from side-splitting discussion to such catalogues of loathing and revulsion as have not often been visible in print, from outrageous farce to surprising compassion for the Smalls of this global, who locate Hell adequate in 'the everlasting contemplation of themselves as they made themselves.'' New York bring in Tribune
'With significant descriptive strength and an emetic vocabulary, [Kersh] has produced a tormented and forceful work.' Commonweal
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Yet Mama, please! Please, Mama! ” “I’ve killed myself for you. to thrill me, consume, for God’s sake! ” “I’ll be ailing, Mama. ” “To please me … please? ” an excellent lump of scorching, rainy dough is crammed into Small’s mouth, whereas the voice says: “There, there, great, great, there, nice…. Mmmm! ” the new damp dough is in his nostrils—Small’s head needs to cross backwards earlier than he can breathe, after which he's forced to consume kreplach, the kind they make out of curd-cheese … there's a flavor of bitter milk, and he's in poor health. “‘There there, there,” says the voice; and he's floating over a mountain, upside-down—he is dizzy, simply because he has been swung and swayed right here and there. He is aware that the mountain had a cratered height. it really is an old volcano in eruption. Swung low and high, he grabs with clutching fingers. “Drink it, then,” says the voice; and his mouth is complete back. Sucking milk, and gasping among breathless swallows, he sobs: “Ma-ma. ” “He’s speaking! ” says the voice. “So quickly! It can’t be! ” “I may still reside so sure—he stated mama. ” “Maa-maa! ” “Would you suspect it! Bless him! ” he's suffering desperately, extraordinary out with an impotent sq. inch of hand. He has no energy: he's enraged. they've got pinned him up in whatever tough which chafes the tenderest elements of him. Moistening itself to chop extra successfully, this tough factor is submitting away the delicate pores and skin among his thighs. He shuts his eyes, opens huge his toothless mouth, and empties his lungs in a single bad cry. “Quick! quickly! For God’s sake, quickly! He’s keeping his breath! What shall I do? ship for the general practitioner! ” “Give him to me, Mrs. Small. ” he's picked up like a straw on a excessive wind, thrown on his abdominal upon a cover of stinking black textile, and crushed within the ribs. Drawing breath back, he weeps. His head is down, his heels are up, and because he has no muscle mass to carry what continues to be of the bitter liquid stuff within him, he's unwell again—whereupon every little thing spins and he's handed from hand handy, till he lands on his again, exhausted. “I had one of these fright…. ” “It’s not anything. ” “I notion it used to be convulsions. ” “Convulsions! all of your existence you will have such convulsions! switch him, pass on. ” anything clicks and the coarse rainy stuff peels away. For a moment or two—only for a moment or two—he feels unfastened and funky, so he croons a bit, whereas they dry him and powder him earlier than imprisoning him back. yet now he's thoroughly empty, empty with an vacancy that hurts. Feeling ache, he cries out, and gropes for anything to make him consider greater. “You may still feed him now, Mrs. Small. ” Jerkily, buttonhole by way of buttonhole a darkness is divided by way of a superb white triangle, out of which bursts one other mountain, from the pink summit of which a reticulated development of blue rivers runs down into the darkish. Maa-maa he bleats. “K’nehora, already he is aware every thing. Imbeshrier, he’s conversing! ” The mountain falls. Charles Small’s mouth unearths what it's been looking. a steady heat fills his abdominal. Now he's content material; he'll sleep. however the voice says: “He hasn’t had something!