
(Steve Hickman’s cover for the 1978 edition)
4.75/5 (Near Masterpiece)
“The growths beside her mouth moved like living tumors when she spoke.” (19)
There is nothing superfluous in Michael Bishop’s Stolen Faces (1977). Like some nightmarish condensate that gathers into waiting cups, it induces hellish visions. Metaphors and images of bodily decay, societal decadence, and strange rituals abound. I suspect that Bishop’s profoundly uncomfortable themes, deliberate plotting, and metaphorical/literary way of telling have prevented the novel from gaining a wider audience.








