Nostalgia has sent me back into fantasy. But it's great fantasy. I've been reading Michael Moorcock since... well, since a really long time ago.
A friend of mine recently returned from New York City, bearing a prized first edition for me: The Skraling Tree.
I recently got around to Revenge of the Rose, but it was less substantial than this. Before I begin this latest, though, I must finish The Dreamthief's Daughter, which, so far, is as signifigant as The Warhound and The World's Pain. The prose is precise, the imagery thick and dreamlike.
Elizabeth, one of two people listed by my search of Moorcock on the search engine noted the Dancers at the End of Time series, which is absolutely hilarious! I recommend it to anyone, however it is very adult in nature! Beware!
Another book, which seems almost forgotten, that should be noted for anyone to read--with the same stipulation--Gloriana, or the Unfulfilled Queen, a romp through an alternate Elizabethan England.
Moorcock weaves an unlikely, but dense tapestry through his works, and has shocked and entertained many for years. His novels don't translate well to movies, however. Although I would love to see a true anti-hero like Elric of Melnibone' on the big screen, the average movie-going public probably would be confused, and appalled.