I found out about A Night in the Lonesome October about twenty years ago, thanks to my friend Eckhard.
Which is strange, because I love Zelazny, and yet his final novel had gone unnoticed for almost a decade.
I got me a copy, and read it in two days.
It was not October. I think it was in April. But the book was great anyway.

Written, apparently, on a dare – to show you could write a story and have people root for Jack the Ripper – A Night in the Lonesome October turned out to be one of my favorite books, by a favorite writer of mine.

And so, when I was invited to join the ritual, in this year of our lord 2023, and read the novel again, one chapter a day, throughout the month of October, I readily accepted.

My copy is buried in some box somewhere, so I acquired an ebook edition, in order to be able to read it anywhere, anytime.

This October will feature a Friday the 13th, a lunar eclipse and many other wonders.
One of these will be Roger Zelazny’s aclectic masterwork.