My faulty memory assured me that I had read Abraham Merritt’s The Moon Pool. So I picked up a copy figuring I would enjoy a re-read. While it is possible that I did read it during some lost year of my long and dubious past, I consider it unlikely now. How could I have forgotten such a vividly colorful, wild book as this? It will sit in good company next to my copies of The Dweller in the Mirage and The Ship of Ishtar.
Abraham Merritt is one the lesser known writers of Appendix N. An example of the fickle hand of fortune, I suppose, since during his life A. Merritt (as his work was credited) was rather famous, at least so far as journalists can be famous. Big fish, small pond, let’s say.