03-30-2020, 12:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-30-2020, 12:20 PM by Drunk Monk.)
This is my old 1970 Del Rey paperback, for which I paid $2.25, probably in the late 70s. I think I have all the Del Rey Lovecraft paperbacks in the series. It's a collection of short stories spanning H.P.'s career from 1917 to 1937 plus some fragments and early writings, one dated 1905 when he was a teen.
It was enjoyable, although H.P. is really a one-trick pony. All his short stories are pretty much the same (keep in mind that horror fiction only really works for me in short stories; novels tend not to sustain my horror except for a few of King's works). H.P.'s eloquent in that old school way, and describes the thin lines between madness and hallucinations well - it's always ambiguous whether the narrator actually experienced these horrors or whether it was just some perverse dream. I still admire the worlds he built, the Cthulhu mythos, which grew much deeper than he imagined. He has this great sense of how deep research might expose you to something you don't want to know, like Eve and the apple. There's an obsession love of ancient books, and a loathing, a fear. Then there's his racism which was never so overt to me as it is now. He's of that colonial mindset, constantly looking down upon the swarthy-skinned and slant-eyed as subhuman, blaming immigrants for crippling society. At the same time, he's seduced by Asian mysteries - after all, the Necronomicon was written by a mad Arab. In some ways, H.P.s xenophobia makes his work even more terrifying. On top of that, I kept having these deja vu moments, remembering some passage I read before perhaps, which lended itself to the general creepiness of H.P.s style.
Back in High School, one of my D&D friends got a Necronomicon. It was some fan book, a nicely bound edition, and he was convinced it was the actual thing (he was also a major HS stoner - lost track of what became of him). I'm still not convinced that he ever really read much H.P. and only got the mythos through peripheral references within the D&D circles.
I'm still bemused by the mythos he created, but I doubt I'll go back for the rest of those paperbacks that I have. I suppose I should trade them but I doubt they have much value. If anyone wants them, I'm happy to forward them. I regret never getting some of the clothbound editions illustrated by Gahan Wilson. Those were kinda awesome and would sit proudly on the shelf, even if un-re-read.
It was enjoyable, although H.P. is really a one-trick pony. All his short stories are pretty much the same (keep in mind that horror fiction only really works for me in short stories; novels tend not to sustain my horror except for a few of King's works). H.P.'s eloquent in that old school way, and describes the thin lines between madness and hallucinations well - it's always ambiguous whether the narrator actually experienced these horrors or whether it was just some perverse dream. I still admire the worlds he built, the Cthulhu mythos, which grew much deeper than he imagined. He has this great sense of how deep research might expose you to something you don't want to know, like Eve and the apple. There's an obsession love of ancient books, and a loathing, a fear. Then there's his racism which was never so overt to me as it is now. He's of that colonial mindset, constantly looking down upon the swarthy-skinned and slant-eyed as subhuman, blaming immigrants for crippling society. At the same time, he's seduced by Asian mysteries - after all, the Necronomicon was written by a mad Arab. In some ways, H.P.s xenophobia makes his work even more terrifying. On top of that, I kept having these deja vu moments, remembering some passage I read before perhaps, which lended itself to the general creepiness of H.P.s style.
Back in High School, one of my D&D friends got a Necronomicon. It was some fan book, a nicely bound edition, and he was convinced it was the actual thing (he was also a major HS stoner - lost track of what became of him). I'm still not convinced that he ever really read much H.P. and only got the mythos through peripheral references within the D&D circles.
I'm still bemused by the mythos he created, but I doubt I'll go back for the rest of those paperbacks that I have. I suppose I should trade them but I doubt they have much value. If anyone wants them, I'm happy to forward them. I regret never getting some of the clothbound editions illustrated by Gahan Wilson. Those were kinda awesome and would sit proudly on the shelf, even if un-re-read.
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