***A huge thank you goes directly to the Author, B.F. Spath, who entrusted me with a copy of his novel in exchange for an honest review***
Back when I was a high school emo kid I really wanted to prove that I understood deep meaningful literature. Stuff that others, most certainly had a hard time getting, but because I was on a higher level I would just “get it.” My first and only deep dive into this frame of mind was when I attempted to read Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs. If I remember correctly I maybe read five pages before I realized, “hmmm, I really don’t get this,” and proceeded to put it on my bookshelf where it has remained untouched for for all these years. I feel like B.F. Spath‘s The Sun Temple is in the same vein, but the difference here is I actually read a bit further.