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"The oldest and most powerful emotion of mankind is worry, and the oldest and most powerful type of worry is worry of the unknown. "
--H. P. LOVECRAFT, "Supernatural Horror in Literature"
Howard Phillips Lovecraft without end replaced the face of horror, myth, and technology fiction with a extraordinary sequence of news as influential because the works of Poe, Tolkien, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. His chilling mythology validated a gateway among the identified universe and an historical size of otherworldly terror, whose unspeakable denizens and immense landscapes--dread Cthulhu, Yog-Sothoth, the Plateau of Leng, the Mountains of Madness--have earned him an enduring position within the background of the macabre.
In stories of the Cthulhu Mythos, a pantheon of horror and fantasy's most interesting authors pay tribute to the grasp of the macabre with a suite of unique tales set within the fearsome Lovecraft tradition:
¸ The name of Cthulhu by way of H. P. Lovecraft: The snoozing monster-gods go back to the realm of mortals.
¸ Notebook present in a abandoned apartment by way of Robert Bloch: A lone farmboy chronicles his final stand opposed to a hungering backwoods evil.
¸ Cold Print by means of Ramsey Campbell: An avid reader of forbidden books unearths a treasure trove of lethal volumes--available for a bloodcurdling price.
¸ The Freshman by way of Philip José Farmer: A scholar of the black arts gets an schooling in horror at infamous Miskatonic University.
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It's indisputable, in fact, that Lord Horror offers with disagreeable subject-matter: race-hatred; the glamour of Fascism; the psychology of repression and oppression. The author's approach to facing those topics is one whose roots are to be present in the sarcastic fantasies of the French and English Decadent pursuits and within the theatricality of Alfred Jarry's Ubu Roi.
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This is often no kingdom he understands, and no position he ever desires to see, even within the shuttered insanity of his worst goals. yet Richard Jane survived. He walks simply because he has no selection and on the finish of this molten street, operating alongside the backbone of a burned, battered nation, his son could be alive. The sky crawls with venomous cloud and burning rain whereas the land is a scorched sprawl of rubble and corpses.
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In an attempt to pinpoint his position I have installed nuclear computers, radar, and detector units. With ease he has eluded even this. How long he has been there is impos sible to say. I became aware of him only after I had installed our ocean monitoring computer. By degrees, I refined our reception. I wait for him to communicate. He has refused my attempts to set up a two-way communication. ” Irritation seized Horror. He swept a boned hand through his greased tufts. ” 38 The image on the screen changed, and a huge subter ranean room lit by a sodium-red glare appeared.
The Frenchman had observed a portrait beneath a false, bulls-eye window. It showed a raincoated Hitler staring emotionally into the future. A sprig of eidelweiss was taped to the frame. Horror looked at him directly. “Remember, here you are subject to my laws. ” Horror smiled. ” “Seemingly, I am listening to the same tired Reich dog gerel. It’s one constant theme. ” He withdrew and lit a cigarette. He noticed that Horror had a strained yellow-white face, which bore pale, drawn features; the cheek bones were punctuated by cosmetic commas of rouge, the hair was creamed in clustered tufts.
No wonder he can be so prolific, for he is, simply, transferring the creativity of his betters onto his own canvas. “On one of our few meetings, Picasso pulled out of his trouser pocket a pistol and waved it in a threatening manner before my face. Since even then I regarded him as little more than a fool, I just stood my ground and stared at him. I knew that he was still harmlessly and unconvincingly under the in fluence of the French Pataphysician Alfred Jarry. Jarry con sidered firearms to be an extension of his wardrobe and he never went anywhere without a few miscellaneous weapons distributed about his person.