Days Between Stations

Poseidon Press, 1985

In a world of cataclysm and unraveled time, a young woman’s face, a misbegotten childhood in a Parisian brothel, and the fragment of a lost movie masterpiece are the only clues in a man’s search for his past. That journey takes him from a Los Angeles where freeways are buried in sand to a Europe where the Seine is frozen, bicyclers race in the empty canals of Venice, and forbidden secrets intercut like the frames of a film.

“Daring, haunting, sensual. Steve Erickson has that rare and luminous gift for reporting back from the nocturnal side of reality.”
– Thomas Pynchon

“The landscape is fabulous, and the lovers who travel through it are drunk on their own eroticism.”
– New York Times Book Review

“There isn’t a risk that Steve Erickson hasn’t taken in this novel. One gets the feeling that he’s laid everything on the line.”
– Los Angeles Times

“One of the most brilliant of contemporary novelists. His work may require a category all its own.”
– BOMB

“A revelation. Original, accomplished and totally seductive. Comparisons to anything else in literature seem somehow simplistic. All fail ultimately to catch the spirit of a book that runs frissons of excitement and expectation up the spine of the reader on virtually every page.”
– Q

“Breathtaking, as vivid and evocative as Ballard, and spookily erotic.”
– Time Out

“The only authentic American surrealist.”
– Greil Marcus