The Whirlpool

The current edition of The Whirlpool, by Ethel Archer, is a reprint of the 1911 edition, which acquired the following comments by a select group of notable people: I can add nothing to the appreciation which I have written for preface to this volume, which all should read. - ALEISTER CROWLEY. In this masterpiece of illustration dwells the very soul of the book, -the virgin emaciated with insatiable passion; the verminous, illicit night-bird of a prehistoric age (the only conceivable steed for such an one!); the turbid waters of imagery; the lurid sky to which tentacular arms appeal to loves too luscious for this world, -are all embodied in this simple design. The artist has seized the loathsome horror of the book, -I feared even to sign it. Look at the cover and shudder; then read it if you dare! - E. J. WIELAND. The obscurer phases of love, the more mystic side of passion, have never been more enchantingly delineated than they are by Ethel Archer, in this delightfully vicious book. Terrible in its naïveté, astounding in its revelations, The Whirlpool is the complete morbid expression of that infinite disease of the spirit spoken of in Thelema. For my own personal opinion I refer readers to my exquisite introductory sonnet to the volume. - VICTOR. Especially after a last glance at the wonderful cover, I think that The World's Pool of Sound suggests itself as an alternative title to this thin volume. Thin but bony-nor could sweeter marrow be found elsewhere. The volume has, I am afraid, an unfortunate horoscope, owing no doubt to some affliction in Virgo, with no correspondingly strong influence from the house of Taurus. Let us leave it at that. - GEORGE RAFFALOVICH.