I tend to be something of a purist when it comes to the Yog-Sothothery. If it tweren't written by Ech-Pi-El, then I tend to pass on it. Sure, there are a few exceptions. T. E. D. Klein's Dark Gods is about as fine-tuned a collection of horror (much of it Lovecraftian) that you're ever likely to find. And I dig Robert E. Howard's contributions to the Mythos. Hell, I just like to randomly throw the words Unaussprechlichen Kulten into otherwise innocuous conversations. While Clark Ashton Smith's Hyperborea stuff is a bit off-key to really jive with HPL's weird symphony, I appreciate its baroque bizarrerie. (I have yet to read Michael Shea's The Colour Out of Time, but it's on the to-do list.)
The Cthulhu thing has really blown up in the last ten years. Mythos authors are crawling out of the woodwork, tentacle porn fanfic production is up, and there's enough Lovecraft-themed gew-gaws and dreck to choke a Black Goat of the Woods AND her Thousand Young. At nearly 700 pages, I thought S. T. Joshi's H. P. Lovecraft: A Life said pretty much everything there was to be said, biographically speaking, about old H. P. But then I came across this! Apparently Joshi has expanded on the original and stretched it out to two volumes totaling something like 1200 pages! Egad! Iä! I just don't know how much more of this microscopic scrutiny reality can take. The very angles of non-Euclidean space may collapse at any time.
|Red will never run out of work.|