B.F. Späth is a Gygaxian wizard of the highest order, he takes you on an adventure, not through a dungeon, but NYC! Cross the shifting flagstones into the land of the Birdman, the Troubador, and Salt-Crusted Pretzel Vendor, and enjoy the journey as the man in the saffron robe sets in the west.
The Sun Temple: A Post-Modern,
Psychedelic Exploration in Cannabis Spirituality
“This is a remarkable book, all the more so because [it] was written in the 21st century, and not the product of a 19th century visionary who labored away forgotten in some obscure central European university. Like a book that you discover by chance in some out of the way bookshop […], The Sun Temple may become one of your personal favorites —a secret find you feel is yours alone”
– P. Zaremba, lead singer of The Fleshtones
In The Sun Temple, A man is trapped in a miserable New York City tenement, crippled by hallucinations, isolation, and poverty. He has one thing going for him: he is a visionary!
He escapes daily to experience Manhattan’s Battery Park in an advanced state of cannabis spirituality and finds euphoria in life under the sun. By night, he explores vast and opulent cities that extend as far as his imagination will take them. But when his energies wane, the great cities crumble and evaporate as he sinks back into squalor, despair, and darkness.
The Sun Temple is a delightfully quirky piece of Post-Modern, psychedelic self-exploration, which leads readers on a genre-bending exploration of literary form, as the main character discovers deep and satisfying truths about NYC and its denizens, while in a drug-induced altered state of consciousness.
“B. F. Spath has just released a masterpiece of psychogeography, a little-known occult art form that emerged out of the French counterculture of the late 1960s…With this book, Spath strikes his claim as an American grandmaster of the order.” – Steven Hager, Filmmaker and Writer
About the Author
B. F. Späth resides uncomfortably in a remote location, hopelessly surrounded and outnumbered by his loved ones, which include the ghost of a long-deceased cat, and an impressive collection of unpaid bills. Escape seems unlikely. Firmly believing that everything worthwhile has already occurred, he passes the time by strolling through imaginary amusement parks. He spends his nights in a condition that outwardly resembles sleep, but in fact, is nothing of the sort. He suspects that his life may be based on a true story, and has made it his life’s mission to discover the plot.