Mad, Bad and Bloody Dangerous To Know, thats our Jerry, all right.Here is a collection of stories and vignettes that stagger all over the place leaving bodies and chaos in their wake. I took this copy with me on a train going down the track to Dublin. When traveling I always seem to end up with my back to the direction I am heading in. That seems like a good metaphor for Jerry Corneilius route through the Moorcock-zone. Countries erupt into war, regimes rise and fall and Jerry is up to his elbows in controlled anarchy or whatever passes for the illusion of control.
