At the least, the book displays a profound lack of foresight when compared to modern psychology. How can I possibly comment on the complete body of work of such an author? I still hadn't the foggiest who all those other chaps were. Many consider it his best. The tension and dread is built and sustained for the majority of this one, and it also has one of my favourite endings. And I'm glad I did.
The only thing I have noticed is that under the Juvenilia section of the Wikipedia bibliography is that it lists The Haunted House, John, the Detective, The Noble Eavesdropper, and The Picture. You're gonna read Lovecraft and not read about the Great Old One?! At the Mountains of Madness, while it certainly has its moments, was even longer and more tedious than the first time I read it. Whether writing about sex and infidelity, McCarthyism and Cold War paranoia, or Freudian psychoanalysis and the psychology of terrorism, she brought to her subjects a frankness and clarity of vision that still feel ahead of their time. Black gods, Saint Toads, rats, mysterious and heathenish capitalized Gates, that nasty-looking shoggoth character, and now spiders. Lovecraft pioneered a new type of weird fiction that fused elements of supernatural horror with the concepts of visionary science fiction. This was my autobiography, and it was not going to change.
However, unlike Poe whose complete fiction I just reviewed last week , when Lovecraft figured out what he was good at, he kept at it, rather than moving into dilettante territory experimenting with genre and form and style. Lovecraft was a tireless writer who covered a little more territory than he is generally given credit for. Lovecraft's stories share a common theme: terror at the inconceivably other. Even if you're not, they're largely fun and actually scary, still. Some glide across the ground instead of walking. I've probably read less than half of Lovecraft's stuff anyway, and when this stunningly produced, gold-leaf trimmed, 1098 page hardback arrived in the post today I knew I'd made a good call. To the point that I began to feel a little embarrathy this is a word I invented and am foisting upon you: it means second hand embarrassment for Lovecraft because a huge chunk of suspense in the story hinged on this reveal.
By the time the book reaches the good stuff, I expect a lot of readers would have put it down and wondered why on earth everyone keeps talking about this Cthulhu thing. Joshi also includes a short introductory paragraph explaining what inspired each story and where it was first published. You can really get a sense of Lovecraft's increasing genius, and I loved seeing that evolution. McCarthy claimed she was not a feminist, but she could disavow only the label; she wrote deeply, and painfully, of having an exquisitely trained mind, one that naturally yearned for real use. Leaving aside its influence on film, music, games etc.
On the other hand, I appreciated The Dreams in the Witch House, in which a character explores alternate dimensions, much more the second time. It's not a book I'd break the bank for, but it's good pick for those that want a collection. And yet there is something compelling to me about the Mythos, despite its author. He was after all published in pulp and mostly self-taught, aspiring to the level of social, scholarly and artistic respect owed to an M. For another, instead of the horrors coming from outside of us, this is more about the horrors that dwell within us.
It was honestly one of the best collections of short stories and fiction that I have ever read. I really enjoyed reading this edition though, because each story is listed in the order that it was written. The charms of the poster-child of weird fiction are not easily resisted. She ran in powerful intellectual circles, associating with the likes of Hannah Arendt, Elizabeth Hardwick, Philip Rahv and — in this case marrying, too — Edmund Wilson. Meanwhile, Kaya spirited, unusual, but unhappy woman takes up with an American serviceman, moves from job to job, falls ill with tuberculosis. During his lifetime, however, he struggled to sell his stories and novellas to Weird Tales.
Or was there a difference? This second-hand, third-hand approach just drains the tension from the story. Lovecraft's stories in one book, as opposed to all the crappy paperback editions I'd acquired over the years - the most garish of which were probably the Ballantine editions of the early 1970's. It was interesting to read the descriptions before each story giving the reader a little background on them. While many stories follow a predictable, well worn groove the horrified protagonist declares his horror upon discovering the horrifying truth of some ancient horror the gems polished by the abrading action of these efforts are some of the most satisfying short stories of any genre. I did not read the entire book's contents, but instead read only the following.
Wodehouse — he is as satirical as the first, as dry as the second and as funny well, not quite as the third. Thus the madness we encounter throughout his stories is less a specific ailment of a specific human being than it is the general madness of our entire race as a whole. The Complete Fiction to me is more than merely a book I immensely enjoyed. This is especially so with his later material such as The Haunter of the Dark, The Thing on the Doorstep and The Dreams in the Witch House which are little celebrated but favourites of mine. Every other book will have most of the popular selections, not all.
For those into noir horror, epic monsters, and the diminished mind se The complete fiction of H. Reading the complete Lovecraft is a mixed bag. In fact, hey wow, actually, what? Lovecraft Historical Society has produced an audio recording of all of Lovecraft's stories. In the volume it says under Juvenilia that The Little Glass Bottle, The Secret Cave, The Mystery of the Grave-Yard, The Mysterious Ship short and long version , and a discarded draft of The Shadow Over Innsmouth are included. Royal biographer Penny Junor said last year that as children, the boys often spent alone time with their father at Broadfield, Prince Charles's farm, and Balmoral, the Royal Family's estate in Scotland. His prose is notoriously dense, gratuitously purple, but one warms to it eventually- indeed, it possesses a strange charm.