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Support Custodia Borealis and you could win this rare, privately printed, book. Enter now – every entry makes a difference!
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Your participation will give you a chance to win this signed book - a beautifully written novella on Aleister Crowley's time at Cambridge. There are only 20 in this format and only 5 copies are currently in the UK!
Every contribution will make a difference! ✨
Just to get you hooked - here's the prologue...
"There is a photograph.
It is a small, formal portrait, taken during the Cambridge years, and it repays study in the way that very few photographs of young men do, namely by actually revealing something. The typical undergraduate portrait of that era simply shows someone who was once young, with a full head of hair and a decent suit. This one is different.
The young man in it sits in a low chair with the relaxed authority of someone who has decided, after brief consideration, that the chair will suffice. He does not lean into the lens with the anxious forward momentum of the ambitious, nor recede from it with the careful backward diffidence of the modest. He occupies the chair as a General occupies a captured city: thoroughly, without apology, and with a private awareness that this is only the beginning. He has one leg crossed over the other like a relaxed predator, occupying the space with the proprietorial ease of a man who has decided, without consultation, that it is his. A wolf in wolf’s clothing.
He is twenty or twenty-one. The suit is made of good tweed, well-cut, and worn with a casualness that suggests the wearer views clothing as a practical necessity rather than a statement. The collar is high and white and rather magnificent, in the fashion of the day, though fashion is clearly not the point. He has the broad chest and heavy shoulders of a man who has spent meaningful time on vertical rock faces, and the hands resting in his lap are a climber’s hands: strong, deliberate, slightly scarred at the knuckle in a way that would have fascinated a phrenologist and alarmed a mother or a lover. Something simian and out of scale.
The face is the thing.
It does not resolve itself into any simple assessment, which is itself a judgment. The jaw is considerable; that of one whose opinions will not be moved by the weather, let alone another man. The forehead broad, already hinting at the pronounced dome that will become, in later photographs, something approaching the architectural authority of St Paul’s. The nose straight, decisive, taking no interest in anyone else's business. But none of these particulars account for the face's quality, which resides entirely in the eyes.
They are set deep under brows that appear to be in a state of permanent, mild challenge to whatever they happen to be looking at. Dark, very still, and possessed of a quality that a woman who met him during this period described, with evident frustration, as the sensation of being read rather than merely seen. She was not wrong. They are the eyes of a man who does not look at things casually but examines them, as a chemist does a reagent or a chess player a position, to determine what they actually are, as opposed to what they are presenting. Self against persona.
One understands, looking at the photograph, why the Age eventually decided he was wicked. Wickedness was simply the word Victorian England used for a man who could not be managed. And that, the eyes make perfectly clear, was precisely what he was.
He was twenty years old. He had just come down from the Eiger. He was about to go up to Cambridge. The combination was, in retrospect, precisely what the country deserved."
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This draw will run until 15th of July.
Plus there is a FREE entry option - which just requires you to send us your name, email address, and postal address with the words 'Redemption by Sin draw' on a postcard or in a letter to: CUSTODIA BOREALIS, C/O Darren Hill, Assembly Rooms, 20 North Parade, Bradford, BD1 3HT
The winner will be selected at random and will be announced shortly after the draw ending date of the 15th of July
The winner will be announced on our Facebook page and will be contacted directly.
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