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“Imagine if Monty Python wrote the Mayo Clinic Family Health Book, and you sort of get the idea. Afraid you’re afflicted with an unknown malady? Finally you have a place to turn!” —Book Sense

You hold in your hands the most complete and official guide to imaginary ailments ever assembled—each disease carefully documented by the most stellar collection of speculative fiction writers ever to play doctor. Detailed within for your reading and diagnostic pleasure are the frightening, ridiculous, and downright absurdly hilarious symptoms, histories, and possible cures to all the ills human flesh isn’t heir to, including Ballistic Organ Disease, Delusions of Universal Grandeur, and Reverse Pinocchio Syndrome.

Lavishly illustrated with cunning examples of everything that can’t go wrong with you, the Lambshead Guide provides a healthy dose of good humor and relief for hypochondriacs, pessimists, and lovers of imaginative fiction everywhere. Even if you don’t have Pentzler’s Lubriciousness or Tian Shan-Gobi Assimilation, the cure for whatever seriousness may ail you is in this remarkable collection.

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BALLISTIC ORGAN SYNDROME
 
 
Ballistitis
 
 
Country of Origin
 
Java (Indonesia)
 
 
First Known Case
 
Ballistic Organ Syndrome, although rare, has been known since prehistoric times. In Australasia and Micronesia, cave paintings have been found depicting humans and animals with internal organs erupting from their bodies. (1)
 
 
Symptoms
 
Ballistic Organ Syndrome manifests as a sudden, explosive discharge of one or more bodily organs at high velocity; this exit may be accompanied by some pain. There are two known variants: subsonic Ballistitis, in which the velocity of ejection does not exceed that of sound, and distinguished by an explosive discharge from throat or anus accompanied by a release of wet, atomized bodily contents; and supersonic Ballistitis, in which the organ exits the body by the path of least resistance, breaking free directly through muscle, tendon, bone, and skin tissues.
 
Supersonic Ballistitis is the more dangerous manifestation, as the ejecta exceed the speed of sound and therefore strike without warning. Surprisingly, however, the high energy of supersonic Ballistitis discharge cauterizes the surface of the organ and sterilizes the ejected bodily contents, so that the overall risk of infection is less than that of subsonic Ballistitis.
 
In rare cases, the Ballistitis virus infects the patient's entire body. Eventually, some event causes one or more cells to rupture, after which the patient's body is disrupted in an explosive ejection of all bodily organs. This manifestation of the syndrome frequently occasions the death of the patient; at best, the loss of all bodily organs will cause considerable inconvenience and distress (as set out in Doctor Buckhead Mudthumper's Encyclopedia of Forgotten Oriental Diseases).
 
 
History
 
During the 1709 siege of Batavia (today Jakarta), the Sultan of Solo used Ballistitis-infected slaves as catapult ammunition, in hopes of injuring (and infecting) enough of the Dutch defenders to render their fortications untenable. Fortunately for the Dutch the governor of Batavia, Pieter van Tilberg, was familiar with Ballistitis from his service as a surgeon's assistant in Celebes (today Sulawesi). Van Tilberg ordered that infected citizens be expelled from the city; those infected individuals wreaked havoc among the besieging Javanese. Pieter van Tilberg later wrote an epic poem, "The Liver's Red Glare," in commemoration of the Dutch victory.
 
It is obvious from this account, however, that Ballistitis must have been endemic throughout the Indonesian Archipelago for years, if not centuries, prior to this event.
 
Randolph Johnson spent several months in the Indonesian Archipelago, searching for Ballistitis sufferers in hope of collecting case studies for his posthumously-published Confessions of a Disease Fiend, an autobiographical account of the tragic sexual obsession that culminated in his death. During sexual congress with a catamite in Mataram (Lombok, Indonesia), Johnson lost an arm to a supersonic Ballistitis discharge. Johnson was evacuated to Singapore aboard the Royal Navy frigate Indomitable, but died en route.
 
 
Cures
 
Ballistitis is known to be caused by a retrovirus that reprograms body cells to concentrate water at extremely high pressures. This buildup may continue for days or weeks, until one or more cells is ruptured and the pressure is released in a steam explosion. This initiates a chain reaction of other infected cells, causing one or more organs to be ejected with great force. The violence of supersonic Ballistitis is more likely to trigger adjacent cell detonation, and so a supersonic ejection is unlikely to be followed by subsequent ejections; subsonic Ballistitis eruptions, however, may continue until no organs remain in the body cavity. As reported in The Journals of Sarah Goodman, Disease Psychologist, both forms of the disorder occasion some distress on the part of the patient.
 
The Ballistitis retrovirus may be transmitted through direct contact with organic ejecta or through inhalation of atomized bodily contents. Medical personnel dealing with infected patients are strongly recommended to seek the advice of a military fortifications engineer to assist in deploying sandbagging and overhead protection, as ejected organs can travel a considerable distance and explode with some force on impact. When handling a patient at close quarters, respirator masks and ballistic body armor are strongly recommended as prophylaxis. Under no circumstances should a patient be immersed in water or any similarly incompressible fluid, placed in close proximity to load-bearing members of any structure, or surrounded by objects that might become lethal shrapnel in the event of an explosion.
 
In cases where one or a few organs have been ejected, organ transplantation is a useful means of restoring organic function; the surgeon should, however, ensure that all infected tissue has been excised. Unwary surgeons have worked for hours to save a patient's life, only to have the recently-implanted organ rejected in spectacular (and hazardous) fashion.
 
 
Submitted by
 
Dr. Michael Barry, Institute of Psychiatric Venereology, Hughes, Australian Capital Territory
 
 
Endnote
 
(1) "Explosive Ejection of Bodily Contents In Prehistoric Cave Art: A Medical Mystery Solved?" by James H. Twickenham, in Tropical Diseases Quarterly vol. 12.
 
 
Cross References
 
Buboparazygosia; Diseasemaker's Croup; Motile Snarcoma; Pentzler's Lubriciousness
 
 
 
 
BLOODFLOWER'S MELANCHOLIA
 
 
Country of Origin
 
England
 
 
First Known Case
 
The first and, in the opinion of some authorities, the only true case of Bloodflower's Melancholia appeared in Worcestershire, England, in the summer of 1813. The local doctor professed himself baffled by the symptoms of Squire Bloodflower's eldest son, Peter, then a youth of 18. "In all my many years as a physician," he wrote in his diary, only recently discovered, "I have never encountered such a puzzling and recalcitrant malady, whose origin must surely lie in the mysteries of the human soul."
 
Symptoms
 
"Since entering manhood the young Peter had manifested a distinguished gloom, which, on his achieving his majority, blossomed into a consummate mania. He shunned all active pursuits and dressed entirely in black. The sight of something as simple as sunshine or as innocent as a flower reduced him to tears of grief. He rejected normal sustenance, and exhibited a compulsion to drink ink and to eat paper. When these staples were put out of reach he began to consume his books; and on these being removed he retreated into a primitive and immobile state, akin to that of the embryo in the womb, from which he emerged only by God's grace and in his own good time." (From the diaries of Dr. Amos Smith, Worcester County Library)
 
 
History
 
Although Peter Bloodflower's is the first recorded case, there is reason to suspect a previous history of instability in the family (notably that of his aunt, Laetitia Bloodflower, who ended her days in a convent in Provence), which for reasons of social nicety had been carefully concealed. On recovering from his first attack, in the autumn of 1816, Peter went to London where he became part of the Romantic circle, mixing freely with such luminaries as Keats and Shelley, and, it is thought, making a considerable impression on their receptive minds. Keats' "Ode on Melancholy" is thought to have been addressed to him. It is likely, however, that Bloodflower's real interest lay with Keats' former roommate and fellow medical student, Henry Stephens, who may have developed his famous blue-black ink for the express purpose of satiating Bloodflower's secret thirst.
 
However, the true notability--and controversy--of Bloodflower's Melancholia lies in its hereditary character. According to the journals of Sarah Goodman, the distinguished disease psychologist, "no other disorder of the appetites and the emotions has manifested itself with such repeated exactness in successive generations of the same family." Nor, she might have added, amongst so wide a scattering of its members. Charcot's treatment of Justine Fleur-de-Sang at the Salpetriere in 1865, and Freud's encounter with Hans Blutblum in Vienna in 1926, bear witness to the familial tenacity of the condition. Not to mention the direct descendants of Peter Bloodflower, resident in Worcestershire until this very day. Each one has exhibited the same ink-drinking and paper-eating tendencies, combined with extreme Weltschmerz, "as if," in the words of Dr. Smith, "the weight of nature were too great for his fragile spirit to endure."
 
There are, however, those who dispute the existence of Bloodflower's Melancholia in its hereditary form. Randolph Johnson is unequivocal on the subject. "There is no such thing as Bloodflower's Melancholia," he writes in Confessions of a Disease Fiend. "All cases subsequent to the original are in dispute, and even where records are complete, there is no conclusive proof of heredity. If anything we have here a case of inherited suggestibility. In my view, these cannot be regarded as cases of Bloodflower's Melancholia, but more properly as Bloodflower's Melancholia by Proxy."
 
If Johnson's conclusions are correct, we must regard Peter Bloodflower as the sole true sufferer from this distressing condition, a lonely status that possesses its own melancholy aptness.
 
Outcome and Cures
 
This type of melancholia does not generally prove fatal. Peter Bloodflower, despite recurrent episodes, lived a long and fecund life. Only two cases of possible suicide in the Bloodflower family have occurred: that of Arthur Bloodflower, who died in 1892 of ink poisoning (his favored brand contained high quantities of vitriol) and that of Horatio Bloodflower, who according to legend drowned in his own tears.
 
There is probably no cure for Bloodflower's Melancholia, or, for that matter, for Bloodflower's Melancholia by Proxy. Peter Bloodflower was, of course, subjected to the sole treatment available in his time: "I bled him six ounces," writes Smith, "and found his blood to be as black as ink." Freud found it non-amenable to psychoanalysis. "A grief whose sources lie in the very wellsprings of existence," he wrote, "may never, I fear, be truly capable of cure." Modern advances in genetics may yet hold the key to its eradication, or prove, at least, its claim to join the ranks of genuine hereditary diseases.
 
 
Submitted by
 
Dr. Tamar Yellin
 
 
Cross References
 
Diseasemaker's Croup; Menard's Disease; Monochromitis; Poetic Lassitude; Rashid's Syndrome
 
 
 
 
BONE LEPROSY
 
 
Turkish Bone Leprosy,
or Saint Calamaro's Leprosy
 
 
Introduction
 
Hansen's disease, commonly known as leprosy, is a long-acting microbial infection. Its lengthy dormancy period has created confusion regarding its modes of transmission. However, the active organism, Mycobacterium leprae, has been isolated, and many modern cases can be reversed by antibiotics. In medieval Turkey, things were very different.
 
 
History
 
In the Christian year 1510, Bayezid the Second ruled the Ottoman Empire. On the shores of the Black Sea, at the mouth of the Sakarya River, there was a colony for lepers called Saint Augustine's Retreat. The lepers grew barley and made goat cheese. Their needs for commerce with the outside world were met by an adjacent community, the Franciscan monks of The Order of Saint Augustine, who maintained the leprosarium.
 
Throughout the existence of the colony, it attracted a steady stream of pilgrim lepers, who walked there from as far away as Greece and Persia. In roughly 1520 a new form of Hansen's disease appeared among the pilgrims. The Franciscans called it bone leprosy.
 
 
Symptoms
 
The basic distinction here is easy to grasp. The hallmark symptom of normal leprosy is that necrotic flesh falls from the bones of the extremities. In bone leprosy, the bones of the extremities fall from the flesh.
 
 
First the blackened bones of the fingers and toes would poke themselves bloodlessly through the skin and detach. Next the metacarpals and metatarsals disassembled themselves and emigrated. At this stage the victim could still walk on his ankles with the help of crutches. But then the long bones of the four limbs would emerge into the light of day and discard themselves.
 
The chronicle of Father Ambrosius, the last abbot of The Order of Saint Augustine, reports that one bone leper also lost his pelvis, scapulars, and clavicles, and got along with only a skull, a spine, and some ribs. This man called himself Vecchio Calamaro, "the old squid." He may have been born in Italy.
 
 
Further History
 
By 1530 many bone lepers could be seen among the hovels of the colony, squirming across the earth like giant sea stars. But the "Normal Lepers" distrusted "the Boneless Ones" and finally attacked them with clubs and drove them from the colony.
 
The Boneless Ones slithered away and formed their own settlement on a barren plateau that overlooked the monastery, the leprosarium, and the river. They drew water from a mountain stream and grew vegetables and spices. At the instruction of Father Ambrosius, the monks brought them barley and milk on the sly. An uneasy truce ensued between the two leper colonies.
 
In 1534, during the reign of Suleiman the Magnificent, Old Calamaro experienced a religious epiphany. He communicated this vision to his fellow pariahs with such force that they reorganized themselves as a lay brotherhood. They committed their lives to penance, holy poverty, and the contemplation of Christ's mercies. Calamaro went to live in a pit lined with stones, like a shallow well shaft or a lidless oubliette. He dug this pit himself, using only his teeth and a wooden spoon.
 
As the years progressed, more and more of the Boneless took vows and became visionary hermits, living in the sunken circular cells that dotted the plateau. They seldom spoke, but their echoing chants at dawn and dusk could be heard by Father Ambrosius at Saint Augustine's. Certainly the Boneless Ones had surpassed the Franciscans in their pursuit of austerity. Ambrosius felt no temptation to envy them their accomplishment. (1)
 
The only existing record of The Order of Saint Augustine and the two leprosariums concludes with the death of Ambrosius. The monastery walls have been toppled by earthquakes.
 
But Old Calamaro is remembered to this day as Saint Calamaro of the Russian Orthodox Church. A few of the "prayer pits" of his brotherhood have been preserved for visitation near the modern town of Karasu.
 
 
Hagiography
 
A hagiography is not, of course, medical data. I present this excerpt from Saint Calamaro's notwithstanding, freely translated from an anonymous Latin parchment. Please consider it as a curious footnote to the social history of leprosy.
 
The miracles of Saint Calamaro were three in number, and three in number were his trials, the first being a trial by hunger.
 
It came to pass that the hearts of the Normal Lepers were enflamed against their bone-bereft neighbors. And the Normals didst resolve to accost those gentle Franciscans who went forth each day to pass among the Boneless. For the Normals deemed it folly to risk contagion from such an unnatural affliction as bonelessness. And they shouted at the monks, saying, "Shun the unclean! Your charity could get us all deboned!"
 
And they didst smite those humble monks, and lo they broke many heads. For they grew cruel when they got a little wine into them. And Father Ambrosius didst resign himself to abandon the Boneless.
 
And further the Normals didst rip up the Boneless Ones' gardens and didst foul the pure water of their stream.
 
For 40 days and nights, the Boneless drank only the morning dew that condensed on the walls of their cells, and ate only the tiny creeping things that they found within their clothes. And yet they thirsted not, nor didst they hunger. For the grace of Saint Calamaro's first miracle was upon them.
 
The second trial of the saint was a trial by drowning. For indeed the Normals didst arise again against him and didst drag him from his pit. And none of his followers resisted the Normals, but rather they prayed more loudly to drown out his cries for help. For the Boneless were sore afraid.
 
And in consequence the Normals didst bind the saint within a sack, and drag the sack across sharp rocks to a boat, and row this boat a great distance across the Black Sea. And there they didst abuse the saint and kick him in his private parts and throw him overboard and leave him to drown. And the Normals were well satisfied, even though an ear, a nose, and several of their fingers had been lost in the scuffle.
 
In his aquatic extremity, the saint lost not his faith in his Savior, but didst call out loudly to the Lord, with many Italianate profanities, in fear and in trembling and with evil-tasting water in his mouth. And his prayers were answered, for like unto the rainbow-dappled jellyfish, he didst float upon the sea, nor did he sink.
 
The Normals didst row to shore and make straight for their dining hall, for drowning cripples always made them thirsty. And lo the second miracle! At their dining hall, they found their cook in great dismay. For Saint Calamaro had appeared in her largest stew pot and was eating all the stew.
 
Then the saint's final trial was upon him, which was a trial by boiling in oil. For the outraged Normals didst pour much olive oil into that soup pot and didst clamp down the lid with great force and three carpenter's vices. And they didst convey the soup pot to an open space between their hovels, where they soon amassed the makings for a bonfire. Mightily that conflagration raged about the soup pot. And the Normals danced and shouted, saying, "This is how we cook a squid in Turkey!"
 
But when the fires died, and the soup pot was opened, there was nothing inside. And just as the Normals saw this ominous emptiness, a chuckling was heard.
 
And lo the third miracle! It was Old Calamaro. He was inside the dining hall again, feasting on almonds and custards and wine. And seeing this, the Normals didst flee in fright from the doings of this leprous magus.
 
And though he was never seen again, peace reigned forever after between the Normals and the Boneless. For it was said among them that Old Calamaro had melted into the shingle at the shore, like unto an icicle in the sunshine. And they said that he dwelt now in the earth beneath their sandals, and that he watched all the lepers of the world, lest they ever again mistreat the wretched.
 
But in truth the Old Squid ascended to the Land of Light and sits now among the choirs of the angels in the throne room of the Lord. Perhaps he even sits on a velvet stool beside the Savior's giant golden throne.
 
Or perhaps--who can say?--he reclines more comfortably on the white marble floor beneath the throne, peering out from his special place between the four golden legs. Perhaps he reclines on a tasteful Persian rug, eating stewed prunes with a silver spoon. Perhaps he smiles down toothlessly on all the prostrate supplicants arrayed before God's throne. Perhaps he shakes his head and chuckles, as they beg for mercy.
 
 
Submitted by
 
Stepan Chapman, Doctor of Pandemics
 
 
Endnote
 
(1) Father Ambrosius wrote the following scrap of Latin verse into a margin of his chronicle.
 
 
Shunned by their unclean brethren,
Who are shunned by the monks of my order,
Who in turn are barely tolerated
By the Moslem that surround us.
Who is the lowliest of the low?
Who is most outcast?
 
Cross References
 
Chronic Zygotic Dermis Disorder; Diseasemaker's Croup; Extreme Exostosis; Razornail Bone Rot

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I found the dry, wry, Monty Python-esque humor to be delicious. The writing is quirky and catches you off guard–I laughed out loud at parts of it. Would be a wonderful gift for your favorite hypochondriac.”–Jane S., Weehawken, NJ

As a hobbyist of medical history, a physician, and a science fiction writer, all I can say is: Wow! The Guide brings all three of my very disparate interests together in a well-written and incredibly entertaining way. Organized in the fashion of a 1910-1920's medical textbook, the Guide brings to life such varied disorders as Razornail Bone Rot and Download Syndrome. The pictures are the finishing touch, done in pen and ink style with the same offbeat sense of humor that imbues entries by writers like Gaiman, Kage Baker, and Miéville. A wonderful book.”–Stella E., St. Paul, MN

“When I first received the book I didn't quite know what to think about some of the diseases described inside, but then I saw some of the ‘Drs’ names and was reminded of what kind of guide this was, and then I enjoyed it all the more. It's even better when read to others. I am a nurse so as you can imagine it became even more enjoyable at work. My co-workers and I started to come up with a few of our own diseases.”–Rob C., Spanish Fork, UT

The lineup of authors is a good indication of the quality of this book. Most of the contributors seemed to attack the exercise with gusto. The majority of the entries are extremely well written and entertaining. Many of them are written with such seeming authority that you'll begin to question whether these diseases are in fact ‘eccentric’ or ‘discredited.’ Another highlight of the book are the illustrations that accompany each disease. They add to the feel and ‘authenticity’ of it. I recommend this to anyone who likes a fun (but not necessarily light) read.”–Erica S., Washington, DC

 “I enjoyed reading The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases very much. Since I have a medical background and am the proud possessor of several quite legitimate maladies of my own, it was a refreshing change to read about some highly imaginative illnesses without the fear of contracting them! It is not a quick read because it takes time to savor every word, uncovering the humor within. A lot of work and research went into this book and it is truly unique. I found myself dawdling over each illness, deliberating which ones could ever possibly be real!”–Hannah B., Ridgefield, CT

“Enjoyable. Perhaps we should all be reading this Guide to better catch a glimpse of ourselves–I know I saw a bit of myself in the Download Syndrome.”–Tammy S., Moorhead, MN

This was such a great book to sit and cruise through. I laughed so hard and really enjoyed the ‘diseases’ that were described. I think I know a few people who have one or two of them.”–Ann B., Redondo Beach, CA

“It’s an amazing book, both funny and cleverly written. The illustrations and drawing are great! Its a must read for anyone in the health profession.”–Sarah D., Roselle, NJ

It was a hoot!  I will never look at my doctor the same!”–Dana S., Las Vegas, NV
Jeff Vandermeer|Author Q&A

About Jeff Vandermeer

Jeff Vandermeer - The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases
Two-time World Fantasy Award winner Jeff VanderMeer has been a finalist for the Hugo Award, the Philip K. Dick Award, the International Horror Guild Award, the Bram Stoker Award, and many others. His recent books include Veniss Underground, the literary fantasy City of Saints & Madmen, and The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases, which he co-edited. Books by VanderMeer have made the year's best lists of Amazon.com, Publishers Weekly, San Francisco Chronicle, Los Angeles Weekly, and Locus Magazine. He lives in Tallahassee, Florida, with his wife, Ann.

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HOW I BECAME ONE OF DR. LAMBSHEAD'S MEDICAL ASSISTANTS FOR SEVERAL YEARS
The Sordid Story Behind The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases
By Jeff VanderMeer

When people ask me "Jeff, how did you come up with the crazy idea for a fake disease guide?" I always tell them two people are to blame: Dr. Thackery T. Lambshead and, perhaps more important, Alan Ruch, creator of The Modern Word Web site.

One day, the ever-irreverent Ruch included an e-mail P.S. that read "I think I have contracted Mad Quail Disease."

Mad Quail Disease. Suddenly, the image of a book of odd fictional diseases materialized in my brain.

"No," I told myself. "That's just too weird."

A week later, the image hadn't faded–it had, if anything, gained strength and legitimacy.

Over the next few years, that initial "joke" turned into a 320-page medical monstrosity with 57 contributors, and complete with footnotes, fake history, reminiscences, and over 70 illustrations.

How did it happen?

First, my coeditor, Mark Roberts, and I created a monster in the persona of Dr. Thackery T. Lambshead, an octogenarian physician who had spent his life traveling the globe in search of the most exotic diseases known to humankind.

Then, most unwisely, we gave him his own medical guide, The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases. The Guide had a long and glorious history well before we had any diseases to populate it with.

But perhaps the worst thing my coeditor, Mark Roberts, and I did was to send out the guidelines to about a dozen writers. Maybe we shouldn't have stressed the "fun" part of the project, because we received submissions from everyone–and not only that, but the writers involved suggested other writers to invite... and invite begat invite begat invite.

"It really was an organic type of thing, a sort of e-mail-spread meme," Mark recalled when I asked him about it.
Before we knew it, we had great work in hand from Michael Moorcock, Kage Baker, Neil Gaiman, Liz Williams, Rikki Ducornet, Brian Evenson, China Mieville, Alan Moore, and many others.

Clearly, our little book had become a Big Book. And not only had it become a Big Book, it had become a Real Medical Guide–in terms of the amount of work required to edit it.

For issues of medical authenticity we turned to Tallahassee, Florida, family physician Mark Shamis. For all of the rest–standardization of references in each of the 57 contributors' entries, several layers of copyediting, and much else–Mark and I did the work ourselves. Late at night, going through the text yet one more time, I began to lament that after the project was over, I'd have put in as much work as if I'd coedited a real medical guide but still not have the credentials to edit a real one!

The finishing touch was a great pseudo-Victorian design by John Coulthart, one of the world's best book designers, his work for Savoy legendary in the United Kingdom.

Looking over the beautiful finalized layout, with titles of diseases like Motile Snarcoma, Extreme Exostosis, and Bone Leprosy, both Mark and I thought, "Oh my god--this may be the weirdest anthology ever produced in the history of English literature!"

Was it all a form of career suicide? Was it the biggest folly since the French built a palace in the shape of a huge elephant?

Luckily, that has not turned out to be the case. The hardcover edition of the book received glowing notices from such diverse sources as Publishers Weekly, The Village Voice, The San Francisco Bay Guardian, and others, while being shortlisted for the Hugo Award and many other accolades.

We've even had medical interns tell us (shudder) that the Guide is filed in their medical libraries with the real medical guides. The reaction from the medical community has been great, with many parents buying the book for their sons or daughters in medical school, and sons and daughters buying it as a present for their father or mother who is a doctor or nurse. Doctors and other medical personnel deal with stress on a daily basis, and it's nice to be able to provide them with something that takes their mind off of their stressors.

Still, the success of the project, though, has been due to, as Mark puts it, "taking it seriously. Without our totally committing to the idea of the personage of Dr. Lambshead, the funny bits wouldn't be quite as funny." For every "funny" disease in the book, there's a serious one.

Sometimes people ask me why we did this anthology. The answer, really, is because it's imaginative and it involves an advance sense of play. Because we think it will delight readers, and make them think at the same time.

Besides, Dr. Lambshead made us do it.

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“An amazing book … plays delicious postmodernist games that are sure to delight the discerning (and slightly warped) reader.”
Publishers Weekly

“Lambshead is just what the doctor ordered.”
—Village Voice

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