The ambitious, bizarre novella titled "The Delirium" (pp. 65-149) has been disgorged by the twisted and feverish imagination of Erik T. Johnson, whose irreverent, occasionally philosophical, style spiked with morbid humour and sexual connotations, and his truly impressive command of the language, including expansive, quaint vocabulary (a dictionary comes in handy, especially in case of the deluge of medical terms) remind me of Jesse Bullington - may warrant a second reading, albeit not for the prudish.
I'd say that's a pretty fair assessment. I haven't read Jesse Bullington--never heard of him before now, but I think I'll give him a try--His stuff looks good, so I'll consider the comparison a compliment (and can only hope that Mr. Bullington will reciprocate). Thanks for the tip! Monyouk's full review is here.
Check out monyouk's reviews and the other ones at Amazon. Then do yourself a favor and I don't know, have some ice cream. Really treat yourself. Why not? You deserve it!