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Post by Ningauble on Oct 10, 2016 13:12:30 GMT -5
He did own a typewriter -- a rebuilt Remington of 1906 -- but loathed typing. I've been told this was because his Remington was an under-strike model. But there are typescripts and even letters that he typed himself. It was de Camp who came up with the number "100,000 letters", probably just by guessing. Joshi has since adjusted that number downwards to 60,000-80,000, but that's still a sizeable number. |
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Post by almuric on Oct 10, 2016 18:04:37 GMT -5
Saw this on hold at the local library recently: www.imdb.com/title/tt4768656/Howard Lovecraft and the Frozen Kingdom, an animated kids movie. Um, yeah. |
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Post by deuce on Oct 11, 2016 19:03:28 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Oct 12, 2016 10:34:12 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Oct 16, 2016 9:27:41 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Oct 19, 2016 14:46:58 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Oct 30, 2016 9:20:11 GMT -5
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Post by almuric on Oct 30, 2016 10:10:19 GMT -5
That was the first Lovecraft I ever read, in that exact edition. |
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Post by deuce on Oct 31, 2016 19:38:38 GMT -5
Hallowe'en in a Suburb
The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.
For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset’s gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.
A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.
Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow’r
Spreads sleep o’er the cosmic throne
And looses the vast unknown.
So here again stretch the vale and plain
That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
Sprung out of the tomb’s black maw
To shake all the world with awe.
And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,
The ugliness and the pest
Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,
Shall some day be with the rest,
And brood with the shades unblest.
Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,
And the leprous spires ascend;
For new and old alike in the fold
Of horror and death are penn’d,
For the hounds of Time to rend.
~ HPL ~
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Post by deuce on Nov 12, 2016 7:15:54 GMT -5
That was the first Lovecraft I ever read, in that exact edition. Same here! The "Weekly Reader" edition. That little book turned on a lot of kids to HPL. Morg says it was his first Lovecraft as well. |
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Post by deuce on Nov 14, 2016 12:36:56 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Nov 16, 2016 8:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Dec 1, 2016 18:00:30 GMT -5
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Post by ChrisLAdams on Dec 2, 2016 10:53:06 GMT -5
Cool Air is one of my favorites by HPL and was a huge influence on a Lovecraftian story I wrote years ago called On A Winter's Eve. I enjoy trying to capture the eerie, dread-building that Lovecraft was so capable of, while at the same time crafting a 'hero' that is not quite so .... spineless. That's where I fallback on REH's influence, introducing Herculean strength and bravery to a character who is faced with something supernatural and dreadful. By the end of Winter's Eve, my character as well, however, can no longer stand a 'draught of cool air', albeit for entirely different reasons. I'm currently reading a new edition of The Call of Cthulhu in the Penguins Classics Deluxe Edition, annotated by S.T. Joshi that is fantastic. Any annotated Lovecraft is a must-read for the true fan as you get so much more out of the text once you get the 'behind the scenes' scoop. The binding on this 'white' edition as I call it is neat, with rough cut edges reminiscent of a bygone day and the story selection is great.
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Post by ChrisLAdams on Dec 2, 2016 11:35:19 GMT -5
That was the first Lovecraft I ever read, in that exact edition. Same here! The "Weekly Reader" edition. That little book turned on a lot of kids to HPL. Morg says it was his first Lovecraft as well. It was mine too. This was one of the volumes I lost after my house burned, but have long since replaced. The cover is uglier than sin as compared to some other editions I have (including a 1944 Bart House where the titular tale is instead named The Weird Shadow over Innsmouth) but being the first book by Lovecraft I ever owned it holds an undeniable grip on the imagination, with a mere glimpse of that hideous, mind-blasting cover able to carry one back to to halcyon days of one's youth. |
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