CTHULHU
A Pulp Thriller and Theological Journal
CONTENTS
Editorial Shards 2
Midnight in Providence 9
By Charles Carofalo
R'lyeh Review 45
Mail-Call of Cthulhu 56
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Yuletide 1987 / 3
"That's very interesting, Mr. Love- Howard, you've got to start taking
craft, and very well put, may I an interest in your own future.
add. But I'm afraid we're looking You've got to approach this job
for something a little different here hunting business seriously."
at Vanity Fair ." Howard looked pained. "But I
work. After a few polite questions fair. I'm trying very hard to jus-
and strained pleasantries, we got tify your confidence in me. I'm sure
up to leave. The editor held me I could perform splendidly in any
back when Howard left the room. of these positions. It's just acquir -
"Where did you find that guy?" he ing the position that seems to de-
asked feat me. I'm too old for this."
"He followed me home," said. I said, "Howard, you're only 38.
I
"Thanks anyway." And you can get any job you want
Howard Lovecraft was newly ar- if you put your mind to it. You've
rived in New York City, fresh from got to keep to the point. You
Providence with a new wife and no can't go off on tangents all the
job. He was making a little money time. People get the wrong idea.
from' writing an occasional weird Like that screwy stuff you told the
story, and a little more from revis- guy from Collier's ."
ing the work of others not nearly "I merely assured him that I
with an editor. could even ac- I Howard had one basic and ap-
company him into the office. But parently insoluble problem: He
after that, it was up to Howard. didn't belong in the Twentieth Cen-
And somehow Howard always man- tury. I'm sure being the lord of
aged to say the wrong thing. some estate in the 1700s in Merrie
Not that he was offensive. How- Olde England would have suited
" ,, " . " , . "
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him a "T."
to can picture him I There was a clatter of coat
sittingaround arguing politics with hangers from the other side of the
Addison and swapping verses with door, and a sound like a body
Pope. can't picture him dealing
I landing heavily on a pile of shoes.
with rush hour on the subway five "Yes," said a muffled voice, "I'm
days a week or punching a time all right."
clock. It was as if someone had "Is there anything we can get
kidnapped him from 1754 in Mr. you? Something to eat, perhaps?"
H. C. Wells' time machine and "No thanks." Then asound like
dumped him in New York City in a closet shelf collapsing.
1924. Sonia winced. Howard winced,
"Howard,
you have to under- too. He said, "There were a cou-
stand everyone's not like you," ple of items in the closet that we'll
I
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arrived with the ice cream in one "Charming. I guess there are
hand and my old Latin dictionary no pictures."
in the other. Howard answered my "This is just the sort of thing
knock and bustled me inside. "You I can use for my stories," said
got my note," he said. Howard. "I've been taking notes
"Yes. What's this all about?" for myself as go along. The I
"It was
remarkable," he said. told you, it's quite old."
"There he stood, like something out "How much are you getting paid
of Oliver Twist." for this, Howard?"
"Who?" "One hundred dollars," said
"He said his name was Alonzo Howard proudly, "five dollars as a
Vermin, but suspect that's an
I deposit. Excuse me, must I just
alias. put this back in the study. I
"Howard, be sensible. Who would promised Mr. Vermin I'd take good
change his name to 'Vermin'?" care of it."
"He had a book. Quite an old He had barely left the room with
book, as it turns out, all in Latin, the book under his arm when the
which he needed translated. He'd apartment door suddenly burst open
seen my advertisement in the local and a large man stood in the door-
press and thought was just the I way .
fellow. He was pleased at the num- "Thought you could pull a fast
ber of elderly tomes have here. I one on me, eh?" he said. "Where's
Said it made him feel more secure the book?" His face looked like it
leaving the book with me. It's had been stepped on frequently and
quite rare, apparently." with great enthusiasm. He had a
"What sort of book is it?" voice like Wallace Beery with a bad
"That's the most intriguing head cold.
part," said Howard eagerly. It Thinking quickly, said, "I beg I
clay, but fats and instructs the "I don't doubt it," I said.
very worm that gnaws; till out of "Oh, a wise guy, eh?" he said,
corruption horrid life springs, and and drew from his pocket a very
the dull scavengers of earth wax nasty looking pistol.
crafty to vex it and swell mon- I smiled just as soothingly as I
strous to plague it.' Isn't that knew how and said, "I believe you
wonderful?" want my friend, Mr. Lovecraft."
. . "
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Vermin wants his book back." away, huh? So maybe you'd have
"This is not Mr. Vermin. This a nice surprise for me when come I
is not the man who gave me the back, huh?" With every "huh"
book. I'm certainly not going to Greg gave Lonnie a vicious shake.
turn it over to him." Howard had "Jeez, Lonnie, ain't got enoughI
The man called Vermin eyed us make the book work and you can't?
suspiciously, or maybe that was Is it my fault you flunked Latin?
just the natural cast of his face. Why didn't you study like Mom told
"Wait a minute," he growled, you? You never listened to any-
"whaddya mean gave you the book? thing Mom said."
Lonnie, get in here !
"A boy's best friend is his
This last remark was made fac- mother," said Howard.
ing us, and it took me a moment to "Listen, Greg," said as mildly
I
realize that it was not directed at as Icould, "it must be awfully un-
us. For after a second a short, comfortable holding your brother
scrawny fellow with a limp and a and that heavy gun, too. Why
bad complexion skulked around the don't you put the gun down?"
door jamb. If Alfalfa Switzer had "Don't you like me, Lonnie?"
gone on the skids, he would have said Greg, putting nothing down.
wound up looking like this. "Ain't always treated you right?
I
"
That's Mr. Vermin," said How- What do you want to sneak around
ard . like this for?"
"Introduce me, Lonnie," said the "I'd be glad to hold the gun for
man with the gun. you," added.
I
Greg clapped his hand on top of gonna shoot 'em." He tried to look
Alonzo's head and grabbed a hand- endearing and nearly succeeded, in
. " "" . "" "
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a Cabinet of Dr. Caligar sort of i that part out. Firearms are vul-
way. "Listen," he said, "couldn't gar."
we just forget the whole thing?" "It's almost time" said Greg,
Greg Vermin's face did some- brandishing the pistol. "We need
thing which might have been smil- that book now. We gotta do it at
ing. "Yeah, OK. We got more im- 11:59 exactly. Like it says: la I
brother carefully on the floor and "How do you spell that?" said
turned to Howard. "Mr. Lovecraft, Howard, still scribbling.
I wanna 'pologize for thinkin' you Greg turned to his brother in
stole the Necronomicon confusion. "He don't think we're
"
Necronomicon said , Howard,
11
serious.
"is that what it's called? Greek "Prove it to him," said Lonnie.
isn't it?" "Shoot his friend."
"Idunno," said Greg. He raised They both looked at me.
the gun to point at Howard's nose. My stomach immediately plum-
"Anyway, hand it over, or I'll blow meted to my knees. tried to call I
your brains out. We got no time to Howard again, but my voice was
lose. At 11:59 tonight we can open too frightened to come out. The
the gate." muzzle of the pistol that Greg
"What gate?" asked Howard. pointed at me was the meanest,
"Never mind, Howard," said in I blackest hole had ever seen.I
a strangled voice. "Just give him Suddenly the closet door burst
the book and he'll go away." open and Harry Houdini stumbled
"The gate," said Greg, "the gate out, around his neck and
his belt
to the other side where the Old his pants around his ankles. "I've
Guys wait." done it!" he shouted.
"The Old Guys?" Both of the Vermins yelled and
"Yeah, the Old Guys," said swung around. Greg fired and a
Greg impatiently, "like it says in vase on the bookcase behind Hou-
the book: Yog-Sothoth, Nyarlatho- dini exploded into pnakotic frag-
tep, Cthulhu, Hastur, ments. Houdini plunged forward,
"Gesundheit," said Howard. tripping on his pants, and cracked
"We can use the spells in the his head against the leg of the
book to bring 'em through," said sofa
Lonnie. Igrabbed the first thing could I
pleaded "Give them the book." tried to wrestle the gun from
"Yeah," sneered Lonnie, "we Greg's grip. don't think could I I
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on top of him, and Greg still had "No, really," said Greg. Next to
the gun. He had a look on his face him on the floor Houdini groaned.
which saw some years later in the
I Greg leaned over absently, picked
movies on the face of King Kong. I him up with one hand and sat him
don't like to think what would have on the sofa. "I don't know why. If
happened then if the clock on the I was a bus driver, I'd get to meet
mantel hadn't chimed. people all the time. Get to talk
Greg stared at it, transfixed, as with them; get to know them. May-
it chimed twelve times. He turned be some of them would like me.
to Howard. "Is that clock right?" I could drive one of those big dou-
"Of course," said Howard, "it's ble-decker ones, the kind they
from Providence." have on Fifth Avenue. think I
tied the shells from his gun. seen him quite so contented.
Yuletide 1987 / 9
MIDNIGHT IN PROVIDENCE
By Charles Carofalo
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to something like its prime usually horrifying and effective. The re-
a church or mansion served to suscitated cadaver from his tale
make the sad decline of the rest of "The Outsider," now that would
the city even more obvious. As he have really filled the bill.
trudged up Angell Street, he was Well, he'd have to make do with
almost relieved to see the Fleur-de- what he had, and hope it was
Lis building unchanged. Once he enough . . .
Yuletide 1987 / 1 1
were seemingly on the verge of be- one man in a cthulhoid mask, obvi-
ing tied to the altar (a rough, ously the cult's leader. His words
crude imitation of a Roman Catholic changed to a bleat of fear as the
church altar painted black) when skeleton lunged at him. The clum-
Lovecraft had intruded. sy, clutching fingers caught only
Lovecraft's eyeless gaze swept his robe, tearing it off him.
the room, as the would-be devil- The cultists all fell back, terri-
worshippers backed away from him. fied. The skeleton's appearance
It was all there, a composite black affected these hardened decadents
ceremony gleaned from Waite and far more strongly than Lovecraft
Crowley and a dozen other sources. might have guessed. None of them
There were the blasphemous altar, had really believed in the super-
the big crucifix lying broken in natural: the black magic ceremonies
three pieces on the floor, the pen- were only an excuse to indulge
tacles, the black candles, the cups their tastes for vice and cruelty.
for catching the sacrifices' blood, But all of them knew enough about
the whips, the sacrificial knives, the supernatural to know what a
the grotesque sexual paraphernalia. walking dead man meant, what he
. .
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HOWARD LOVECRAFT
AND THE TERROR FROM BEYOND
By Robert M. Eber
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duck and an old lady. Easy Street, tied up. A rustling of silverware
for sure. Must be loaded. These and plates could be heard nearby;
oddballs usually faked poverty; evidently someone was in the kitch-
probably had a mattress stuffed en. Might as well have the "cele-
with cabbage stowed somewhere. bration" there as any place. Mo-
Well, if the guy didn't cough it up. tioning with his head towards the
. . Dickie punched one calloused
. doorway, Dickie proceeded forward,
fist into the other hand, evidently skirting the numerous books and
with the satisfaction of long and papers scattered about. Bill fol-
successful experience. Of course. lowed close behind.
Bill would do all the "persuadin'" A slight movement caught Bill's
needed. And, from what they had eye; turning, he saw the curl of
seen of the guy, not much would be smoke that Dickie had noted earlier.
necessary He could have sworn that there had
But now to work. Cautiously, been less of the stuff when he had
Dickie raised himself to the level of looked earlier. Dickie nudged him
the window just next to him. No in the ribs; shrugging, he turned
one. Just a bunch of books on to go. Dickie had all the brains;
shelves, and an old battered desk if he wasn't concerned, there was
covered with papers. No sign of no reason for himself to get worked
the owner; must be somewhere in up. Anyway, what could smoke do?
the house. Just as well; it'll be Looking around the corner of
easier to take'm when they're both the study door, Dickie noted a
inside. With almost imperceptible short hall with several doors on
motion, Dickie pushed upwards on either side. At the far end, Dickie
the window frame, gently at first, could hear the movements of the
and then with greater force as the kitchen occupant, preparing some
window slid silently open. This was sort of meal. Must be a real nut,
almost too easy. A small curl of eatin' at this hour; most folks'd be
smoke caught his eye in one corner in bed right now, easy pickings.
of the room, behind an overstuffed No matter; Bill would handle him
chair. Probably an ash tray, noth- OK. Motioning Bill forward, Dickie
ing to worry about. crept down the short hall, with
The air of the room had a Bill along the opposite wall. They
strange smell; an old smell, of an- paused at the kitchen doorway,
tique paper. "This guy must be Dickie sneaking a quick look around
some sort of professor or some- the corner. He was there, all
thin'," Dickie thought, scanning the right, emptying a can of spaghetti
rows of books crowded into the into a saucepan, apparently oblivi-
shelves and piled around the desk. ous to the rest of the world. A
He had never seen so many books really queer duck:
slender, lan-
in one place before; outside of a tern-jawed, wrapped in some sort
library, that is. Outside of li- of bathrobe. Hardly the type to be
braries, that's where Dickie liked any real trouble.
to be. Learning made him nervous. Bill glanced quickly behind him-
Now heistin', he knew. self; something was wrong. He
"Give me a boost. Bill," he could see nothing of the study to
growled. Bill winced for an in- their rear. Only the faintest rus-
stant, then applied the needed as- tling reached his ears. And he
sistance. In a moment, he was in couldn't even be sure of that; a
and Bill right behind him. whisper would have been louder.
Slowly they made their way No matter now. Dickie was signal-
across the study, towards the ing a rush.
doorway at the far side. The With a speed surprising due to
night's "entertainment," as they his great size. Bill rushed the
liked to think of it, couldn't begin robed figure still occupied at the
until their "guests" were present stove. In an instant, both Bill and
and/or accounted for. And neatly Dickie were upon him; the man
"
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for taking the position, after com- spied the beast nestled in the arms
pleting graduate school, was its of a dark haired man who looked to
proximity to Providence and the be about thirty. He wore a neatly
final resting place of one whose trimmed black beard, had a long
stories and memoirs have made such straight nose and peered out at me
a lasting impression on my life. from deeply set dark eyes. Before
The cemetery gate groaned rust- I had a chance to say anything he
ily as exited and turned one last
I spoke.
time. Lying upon the grass cov- "I saw everything that happened
ered earth which had been stand-
I and would like to apologize for
I
love for cats and that he wouldn't "Has Ezzie had his rabies shot?"
mind at all to have it bask a while I interrupted sarcastically.
above him. "Why, yes, about two months
Rituals in life as well as in ago. He ...
he didn't bite you
death can be things of comfort. My did he?"
infrequent pilgrimages always left angry
Still pulled down my I
the door had frightened it, sur- I sorry. Please, look around the
mised . shop and if you see anything you
As the feline beast scurried past like, anything at all, it's yours." I
. "
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hadn't paid much attention to the visit grave, which I'm sure
to his
contents of the place. It was a you know just up the street."
is
somewhat cluttered antique and sec- "Thank
you for the compliment,"
ond-hand store. It contained some he said as he placed the cat on the
old heavy furniture; tables, dress- floor. "From time to time someone
ers, desks and the like. rather I interested in Lovecraft finds his
hurriedly walked through the shop, way to me. have devoted my life
I
heading for the back, trying to to the collection of his works and
find some way to excuse myself the preservation of his memory. All
when came to a bookcase. Taking
I modesty aside, consider myselfI
troubled genius that Providence you to part with any of these," in-
claims as its own. was about to I dicating the contents of the display
comment to Schwartz on this egre- case.
gious omission when saw a collec- I "Nonsense, that nasty bite on
tion of old pulp magazines neatly the leg has to be worth something.
arranged in a glass display case. I tellyou what. Since we seem to
Iwalked over to it and found it be kindred spirits in our admiration
filled with the works of one author: for Lovecraft, if you're willing to
H. P. Lovecraft, my spiritual men- take a forty-five minute drive, I
tor and the man whom had come I will allow you to look through my
to Providence today to pay my personal collection which far sur-
respects to. passes anything you see here,"
On bended knee peered with I making a sweeping gesture to in-
envy through the clear glass. A clude everything in the shop.
small placard read "Complete First Letting my curiosity take control
Publications of H. P. Lovecraft." I readily agreed. spent the next I
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began piling up and muffled claps celerator to the floor and prayed
of thunder echoed in the distance. that my worn tires would hold me
The wind gusted bits of paper and to the pavement. stayed on I
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the house. Once inside Schwartz imparted a musty odor to the room.
turned on the lights and we quickly He had not been exaggerating when
shed our sodden jackets. Taking he boasted about his collection. The
our drenched outer garments, sheer volume of works contained in
Schwartz excused himself saying he the room was mind-boggling, but
would take them to the back of the the fact that they were all of one
house, where they would dry quick- particular category, that being the
ly, and bring us some refreshments. bizarre and malign, literally took
The cat had gotten its share of my breath away. was drawn to
I
the rain, too. Its matted wet fur several old and crumbling volumes
clung tightly to its body making it placed by themselves. Picking up
look ridiculously thin weasel and the largest of the books, wasI
like. It shook itself several times taken aback but really shouldn't
in an effort to dry off and splat- have been surprised to find that in
tered my already wet pants leg. my hand held the dread Necro -
I
Finding myself alone for the mo- nomicon authored by that mad
,
shadows down the long hallway. I felt a compulsion to open it but its
was pleasantly surprised to find reputation was so sinister and evil
that the interior contrasted marked- that I hastily reshelved it. The
ly with its exterior appearance. frightful Book of Eibon and the
The central hallway was flanked horrific De Vermis Mysteriis were
by four rather spacious rooms, sandwiched between the Necronomi-
all containing furniture many con and another volume of unspeak-
generations old. Two brightly able lore, the Celaeno Fragments .
Yuletide 1987 / 23
said. "Any collector of Weird Tales story that without doubt would
would pay a lot to have a copy equal any that are contained within
autographed by Lovecraft." Having the volumes in this library."
made this profound statement I Again the cat "spoke" and I
drained my glass, feeling the warm emptied my glass in one gulp. The
glow of the wine as it heated my fruity fragrance was pleasantly tan-
insides. was beginning to feel
I talizing but the scent of the poppy
quite high and euphoric being flower was very strong. In a min-
among so many kindred spirits. ute my inebriation was complete and
"Yes, you are probably right. I felt drained of my inner resolve.
Here, Mr. Richards, your glass is Schwartz silently motioned me to
empty. We can't have that. Eze- an overstuffed armchair. Feeling
kiel, you keep Mr. Richards com- that had been drugged,
I tried to I
leaving me alone with the cat. this way for perhaps a minute,
As if it knew to take charge, afraid to take the proffered seat
the cat Ezekiel, rather tastelessly to hear a story in which felt I I
Ezekiel gave another eery utter- have to sit, decided to spare my-
I
around to the front of the desk to into my seat, Schwartz began his
read what had been transcribed. It story.
read "You have probably already
"'Know there are far worse
that grasped that my uncle was a man
things than Death and that those of peculiar habits and tastes. He
who are cursed to spend even one was a man unafraid to look behind
second as the undead suffer a tor- the pleasantries of life, undaunted
ment worse than a lifetime in Hell.'" by the prospect of Death. Be-
Before could continue reading
I cause he knew that Death could be
Schwartz entered the library with defeated! Not in the hollow spirit-
another glass of wine. Placing it ual sense as you might think,
in my hand he said, "Drink this, through the teachings of the World
Mr. Richards, and will tell you a I Religions. No, not that way. You
. "
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in him. All save one: Lovecraft, had never heard before. He told
that courageous soul who, too, spat the stories with such vividness and
in the face of Death. They con- in such detail, it seemed he must
versed long and regularly over have lived for centuries to have
many a volume of ancient and for- accumulated all his facts. In that
gotten lore. You should know that one night he totally captured my
'Herbert West Reanimator' and The soul. Without telling my parents I
Case of Charles Dexter Ward were went to visit him between semesters
largely inspired by conversations and have been with him ever since.
Lovecraft had with my uncle. "I became his pupil. His appren-
"But in the end, Lovecraft was tice if you like. When he told me
unable to accept my uncle for what of his true nature was able to ac-
I
Yuletide 1987 / 25
young man both handsome and ro- part of this sick charade. Making
bust. was to act as his interme-
I a feeble effort to rise, felt my I
laid The
plans ofttimes go astray.' not reseat myself it would sever
time was fast approaching when the the vessel with its powerful fangs.
change was to take place. had I "Now, Mr. Richards, please do
left the house on an errand and not attempt to flee. My uncle does
upon my return found my uncle ly- not want to damage you. am 1
ing on the floor of this very room surprised at your continued resis-
dead! His faithful cat lay tance, an admirable trait but fool-
prostrate at his side. ish. The hypnotic drug placed I
"As I wept over the lifeless body you, Mr. Richards. My uncle will
of my uncle, his faithful cat stirred be such a splendid Master. His
itself and sat drunkenly up. I powers are vast and you will share
picked it up and cradled it in my in the knowledge gained through
arms. It meowed and when looked I the ages, and in knowledge beyond
at it I was
held by its powerful the scope of Mankind.
hypnotic stare, a gaze which before "Uncle is anxious to start a new
had been peculiar to my uncle! life and you will furnish him with
Could it be true? How could I the body to do just that. Your
know for sure? cooperation, although not neces-
"There was a chance. searched I sary, is preferable. He can be
his body and found a small syringe very generous, Mr. Richards. He
hidden in his hand, the same sy- will know the things that you want
ringe which he always carried. Ex- and get them for you. But, just
amining it, I noticed traces of dried as a coin has two sides, disobedi-
blood and knew that in his last ence and resistance will have its
desperate seconds before his heart price.
stopped. Uncle Ezekiel had injected "Ezekiel has had his eye on you
his essence into the cat! The trans- for many months, observing you
ference had been completed whenever you came to the grave-
"As days turned into weeks and yard. His powers of suggestion
my uncle's control over his new and manipulation are formidable.
host became complete, he began It was a simple matter for him to
trying to communicate with the will you to stop at the restaurant
pitifully inadequate feline vocal once he had implanted a ravenous
cords. Strange to say but within a hunger within you. His luring you
short time he was able to make him- into my shop was child's play. The
self understood to me. Can you not tricky part was getting you to come
testify that he has spoken to you here. think
I I did quite well,
tonight?" don't you?"
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Was mad? I Could this really be add a realistic touch to this diabolic
happening? kept expecting to
I farce. The pungent aroma of form-
awaken from this terrible night- aldehyde was also present. knew I
cided to go along with their pre- faintly make out that we were in a
posterous hoax until saw some I rather large room which seemed to
way to escape. be set up as some type of labora-
"The time is at hand, Mr. Rich- tory.
ards. Uncle Ezekiel grows impa- Schwartz led me to a small bed
tient with expectation. He desires and bade me lie down. Again I
to do
those things that only the tried to resist. Summoning all my
human form can accomplish. Look strength hesitated at the edge of
I
deeply into my eyes. Yes, that is the bed, only to feel the cat tug at
right. Now look at my hand. Good! the flesh of my leg. Again my
I believe you will find that you can powers of resistance were insuffi-
now move, though with some diffi- cient to overcome the commands of
culty. Get out of the chair and these two repugnant creatures.
walk to the bookcase." As lay down on the crumpled
I
With a touch of his hand the bedspread suddenly felt the enor-
I
steps leading downward. As ap- I tremble with fear as the room grew
proached I rush of cold,
felt the dim about me. screamed with ter-
I
Yuletide 1987 / 27
"
Commuto Aqua Vita the face of the thing from the cof-
"
De Vermis Resurectum Homini I fin, my worst suspicions were con-
The cat, too, seemed to be firmed when Schwartz positioned a
mouthing the words in its own lim- lamp from the workbench to illumi-
ited way. nate its head and upper shoulders.
Schwartz presently saw that I With heart pounding and fear-
had regained consciousness. He crazed convulsions, sought to flee
I
continued chanting for several min- the sight of this unholy resurrec-
utes. The diabolic experiment tion. My eyes were drawn to it. .
bumps and soft percussions, sound- often put him to work for me! He
ing as if something had stirred to still retains his profound literary
life within. skills, which have occasionally
I
state. When you awake the trans- spectacle. Lovecraft turned to look
formation will have begun. envy I at me with berserk menace in his
you, Mr. Richards." eyes. "Come to me," he said. You
Schwartz waved his hand above don't know! We must all die!"
me in that mysterious fashion had I Knowing that each second de- I
that the bed and myself had been bolting it behind me.
overturned. Feeling that my arms The gas fumes were not strong
were now free pushed the bed
I outside. With difficulty retraced
I
from on top of me, only to have it my footsteps through the dusty im-
shoved roughly back. could hear I prints we had left a short time be-
sounds of a scuffle close by and, fore. After what seemed like hours
pushing the bed away a second of twisting and doubling back
time, was witness to Schwartz and
I through the underground maze, I
spilled onto the floor. One of the the threshold. Crabbing the sheaf
Bunsen burners was extinguished of mold-smudged papers on the
and the sickening smell of propane library table Iraced across the
gas began to fill the room. room, down the hallway and out the
Schwartz, badly cut and bleed- front door.
ing profusely from his face and A light drizzle was falling out-
arms, tried to raise his arm to em- side. Istarted my car and sped
ploy sorcerous powers.
his Love- down the driveway. As passed I
craft, aware of the other's inten- the library window could see that
I
tion, lunged forward, grasped the the flames had spread upstairs.
threatening arm and forced it down Soon, the whole house, its occu-
into the hot blue flame of the other pants, and all its dark secrets
. , . .. .
Yuletide 1987 / 29
30 / Crypt of Cthulhu
The night air was cold and clear scenes to the watching Elder Cods
on Christmas Eve. The stars shone outside. Many humans were seated
like brilliant sapphires in the sky around dinner tables or in front of
and the full moon lit up the snowy fireplaces as they joked, laughed,
spruce boughs like crushed dia- and told stories. Moving from one
monds. Ancient farms with moss- window to another, the two Gods
covered cottages squatted on the watched with wistfulness in their
gently rolling hills, brooding over eyes as cats were stroked and
old New England secrets as the two sleeping children were carried off
Elder Cods strode past. They were to bed. A dog's bark broke the
in high spirits, laughing as the silence and they continued on their
sheep ran away from them and hud- way
dled together in fear against the When they were through the vil-
far side of their pens. lage they could smell the friendly
Disoriented after the long trip fields again. They braced them-
from Betelgeuse, Ythoqquah and selves for the final stretch, the
Rozhoth-Tar had gotten lost in the Home stretch, that would end with
woods of the New England country- the opening of a door and a warm
side. But now they had found a fire to greet the weary travellers
beaten track that made walking from a distant star. They plodded
easier. They felt secure in the along in silence, each thinking his
knowledge that the track would lead own thoughts.
them surroundings. They
to familiar Rozhoth-Tar thought about his
could sense the air that they
in four sore feet. If only the Creator
were almost Home. had given him the ability to fly in
"Looks like we're coming to a Earth's thin atmosphere, he
village," Rozhoth-Tar said with a wouldn't have such a problem. Yog-
voice like a bubbling hiss. He Sothoth never had trouble with sore
slackened his pace as they stepped feet, being coexistent with all time
onto a concrete road. and conterminous with all space.
"Don't worry about it," Ythoq- The Creator could at least have
quah boomed. "At this time of made him like Azathoth, the blind
year, the humans are all safe in- idiot god, an "amorphous blight of
doors. sitting around a fire with nethermost confusion which blas-
their dogs and cats. We'll pass phemes and bubbles at the center
through without anyone seeing us." of all infinity." He sighed and
Rozhoth-Tar's tentacles twitched trudged onward. At least he didn't
with nervousness as a Model T au- have to do this every year.
tomobile appeared on the road be- Ythoqquah felt good about the
hind them, its headlights illuminat- long walk and the change of sce-
ing the two Elder Gods. It swerved nery, but he was getting hungry.
into a ravine moments later. Many years had passed since his
"Well," Ythoqquah said, "almost last Christmas feast. He was hun-
nobody will see us." gry enough now to eat a horse, but
They approached the village on they hadn't seen any on their trip.
soft feet over a thick fall of pow- His multiple eyes were fixed on the
dery snow. Dusky orange-red white landscape ahead, not noticing
squares were visible on both sides when Rozhoth-Tar jerked to a stop.
of the street where the warm light Rozhoth-Tar had caught a smell
of the homes overflowed into the on the air. A moment later he had
night. The windows that lacked captured it again and was sure of
curtains revealed pleasant family its source. Home. They were very
" .
Yuletide 1987 / 31
close now. By following the scent The windows of the five upper
they could take a shortcut through rooms glowed with welcoming light.
the woods. They had finally arrived.
"Ythoqquah! Come back!" The two Elder Gods jumped over
Ythoqquah turned and eyed his the hedges and climbed the front
companion. "We can't stop now. If wall to peer in through one of the
we don't arrive soon, everyone will second-story windows. Leaning on
be asleep. the white Colonial mantel by the
A pleading look in Rozhoth-Tar's roaring fireplace was a thin man of
massive eyes made Ythoqquah sigh average height with stooped shoul-
and trudge back to his friend's ders. He had dark eyes and mousy
side. "This better be good. My gray hair which was cut short.
tail is nearly frozen." His face was long with a lantern
"I've found a shortcut," Roz- jaw and a small, severe mouth. He
hoth-Tar said. "I can smell Home!" wore a conservative blue suit with
"I'm amazed that you can smell a blue tie. The Elder Gods watched
anything in this cold," Ythoqquah with affection in their eyes. This
sniffed. "Lead on." was their Creator. This was Uncle
As they scrambled up a hillside Lovecraft
to a dense forest, Ythoqquah began Ythoqquah scratched his claws
chattering about what they would across the window as Lovecraft had
do when they arrived, how wonder- taught him and hid from the Crea-
ful it would be to sit in front of tor's view. Lovecraft looked up
the fireplace, and how much food from the flames and smiled at the
he meant to eat. Even the evil window, remembering the greeting
Ancient Ones would be in good ritual. He approached the window
spirits this evening. and spoke in a high-pitched voice
Ythoqquah stayed close behind with a flat, nasal quality.
his friend as they crossed a deep "Do hear a cat at my window?"
I
ravine, scrambled through dense The two Elder Gods clung to the
undergrowth, and crossed an open outer wall out of Lovecraft's view
field in the moonlight. Then, with- until he turned and started away
out warning, Rozhoth-Tar dropped from the window. Ythoqquah quick-
into an ancient tunnel that smelled ly dragged his claws across the
of decay. Ythoqquah was sur- glass again. Lovecraft spun around
prised for a moment, then followed and spoke gravely to the window.
"
without hesitation. Rozhoth-Tar Ph'nglui mqlw'nafh Cthulhu
struck a match, his night vision not R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtaqn ."
being as good as it once was, and Rozhoth-Tar worked a claw un-
continued through the tunnel at a der the window and opened it.
rapid pace. Then he and Ythoqquah jumped into
Even though his sinuses were the room in front of Lovecraft and
bothering him, Ythoqquah could towered over him in a menacing
now detect the scent of Home as fashion. Lovecraft smiled.
they neared the far end of the "It is wonderful to see you
tunnel. A thrill rippled through again. Uncle!" Ythoqquah boomed,
his blood. The Creator was near! his voice rattling the windows.
They
popped out of the tunnel "It's nice to be Home," Roz-
in vacant lot on College Street in
a hoth-Tar said.
Providence, Rhode Island. Their "I was pensively ruminating on
appearance startled a group of cats the possibility that you might not
who quickly departed the area. arrive," Lovecraft said. "Shall I
They smiled as they glimpsed the procure some liquid refreshment for
familiar lines of the Creator's Colo- you?"
nial style home with its fan carving They nodded.
both Lovecraft
over the front door. Its eighteenth left the room and quickly returned
century design and smoking chim- with two large glasses of ginger
ney were pleasing to their eyes. ale.
.
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Yuletide 1987 / 33
an, yet in his dreams he was influ- Moreover, most of the older stuff
enced by something guess like a
I put out by such highly-respectable
succubus, to change the statue in- ladies as Creye La Spina, Leah Bo-
to a Deep One woman. Corey was dine Drake, Mearle Prout, Dorothy
so much a Deep One already that Quick, Alice I'anson, and others is
the drunk ran when he saw extremely difficult to research
Corey's neck creases. The suc- copyrights for, and as such even
cubus-like dream-woman and the more risky to reprint.
statue only helped to cause what Don't get me wrong. am not I
34 / Crypt of Cthulhu
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LOVECRAFT AS A CHARACTER
IN LOVECRAFTIAN FICTION
By Robert M. Price
Any author puts himself into his character more completely re-
is a
work, but some have done so in a alized alter ego. HPL probably got
literal fashion as when, for exam- the idea from having used his own
ple, Lin Carter, author of the Cal- dream in "The Statement of Ran-
listo series of science fiction adven- dolph Carter." Why not have Car-
ture novels, sets aside the role of ter return as his alter ego? In
Burroughsian narrator and dons the "The Unnamable" 1923), Lovecraft/
(
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Yuletide 1987 / 37
and to his imagination. Thus this team-up with Holmes inspired "The
touching story does not quite fall Horror at Red Hook," and his sub-
into the same category we have marine exploits with Houdini's
been discussing. brother led to "The Shadow over
The present decade has wit- Innsmouth." In a sense, we are
nessed a whole new approach to back to Derleth, only here the idea
using Lovecraft as a literary char- is that "truth is stranger than fic-
acter. Here writers have realized tion," not that fiction is truth after
what Winfield Townley Scott said all.
years ago, that Lovecraft was "his One last note on Robert Bloch's
own most fantastic creation." Love- use of Lovecraft as a character. In
craft has now begun to appear as his later novel Strange Eons (1979),
himself, a character fully as inter- a Cthulhu Mythos homage to Love-
esting and entertaining as any of craft, he pretty much recapitulates
his fictional protagonists. Why not Derleth's "It's true after all" theme,
make him a fictional protagonist, having characters refer to Love-
then? craft as a writer who turned out to
Fred Chappell's "Weird Tales" be speaking the truth after all.
(1984) does contain strong super- (Similarly, see Michael Shea's recent
natural elements, and in a very Fat Face 1987 ). 4 But as early as
,
Lovecraftian way: those who stum- 1940 Bloch had anticipated the lat-
ble on the truth of the reawakening est trend in his short story "Ghost
elder race are destroyed. But the Writer" which recounts supernatural
character involved is Hart Crane. revenge among the Lovecraft Circle.
Lovecraft appears in the story but (At least we think so.) The char-
takes no part in the fantastic ac- acters are purposely very different
tion. When he appears he is simply in manner and appearance from
part of the mosaic, but it is the their real-life analogues, but the
genuine HPL we meet. story seems to be loosely based, in
Peter H. Cannon's novella Pulp - a self-deprecatingly satirical way,
time (1984) teams Lovecraft and on the master-disciple relationship
Frank Belknap Long with Sherlock between HPL and young Bloch,
Holmes. The whole Kalem Club though the Bloch character also
eventually becomes involved. The seems to incorporate elements of
story is really about Lovecraft and August Derleth and perhaps even
his "New York gang." Lovecraft as Forrest J. Ackerman (cf. the "Boil-
Lovecraft is the center of the sto- ing Point" controversy in The Fan -
ry- tasy Fan ). In this story, the mas-
Richard A. Lupoff's Lovecraft's ter bequeaths his disciple his (spir-
Book (1985) is also all about Love- it-possessed) typewriter, opening a
craft, though Clark Ashton Smith channel for really posthumous col-
and Robert E. Howard have impor- laborations, a theme recalling
tant lesser roles. Those real-life Bloch's later "The Man Who Col-
characters were all picturesque lected Poe" (1951) as well as Karl
enough to have had such adven- Edward Wagner's "Sticks" (1974).
tures as Lupoff casts them in,
though as it happened, it never (See Footnotes on page 33)
)
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Flying Colours
IRUS. The beggar-giant in the
It is the tragedy of writing a Odyssey who toiled for Penelope's
really good you cannot
letter that castleful of free-loading suitors and
be there when it is opened. tried to interfere with the return
--A. A. Milne, Once On a Time of Odysseus, who slew him.
. ! .
Yuletide 1987 / 39
KEWISH. The three-legged giant giant some fifteen feet high and
of the Isle of Man in the old Manx very fat from all the good eating he
tale. He was quite a nice and had done. His teeth, though, were
friendly giant, as giants went in nearly ground down to the gums
those days: he never harmed a "that was from grinding up the
soul. In fact, he once saved St. bones of goats, for he always ate
Patrick from being eaten up by a 'em raw, with the skin on." See
sea monster. Eairy Tales of th e British Isles .
land's Gelderland, in the old Dutch that ever was seen, thrice human
tale, "The Whispering Giant." They height, who bore as a cudgel a
were a noisy and bothersome trio, full-grown oak tree he had torn up
until outwitted by the cunning of by the roots. He battled with the
the dwarves. Red-Crosse Knight (St. George,
LAGGAN. Five-headed giant you know), who only failed to over-
who lived three hundred years and come him because he was at the
was finally slain by the Scot hunts- time laid low by a magic draught
man, Finlay the Changeling. Lag- from Sluggard's Fount. Prince
gan was the head of the last family Arthur finally killed him; Orgog-
of giants left in Scotland. See "Fin- lio, mean, not St. George.
I
stole it from her, she lost all her STONEFOOT. Yet one more
powers Narnian giant, summoned to battle
OG. King of Bashan in Deuter- by Roonwit at the command of King
onomy 3:11. He lived for three Tirian. See The Last Battle.
thousand years, and avoided drown- STUMBLEDUFFER. One of my
ing in the Flood by swimming along own giants, for a change! A nice,
with part of his weight resting on friendly, quite gentlemanly giant
the Ark. His bed measured nine who lives in the Zetzelstein Moun-
cubits by four cubits. tains in Terra Magica, and who
OLD DENBRAS. Elderly Cornish never eats Man, being much fonder
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of elephant cutlets, whale stew, four hundred years old at the time
hippopotamus hash, and suchlike he was visited by the Scarecrow,
dishes. You can read about him in the Patchwork Girl, Princess Dor-
Dragonrouqe and also in Callipyqia. othy, Oko and Toto. See one of
TEUTOBOCHUS. Name coined the best and liveliest of L. Frank
for the giant's skeleton discovered Baum's Oz books. The Patchwork
near the Rhone in 1613. When re- Girl of Oz (1913).
buried, the remains required a tomb
thirty feet long. (Another giant And there you have it: not alj^
skeleton was dug up in 1456, also the giants I know of, but at least
near the Rhone. suspect that I a full preponderance.
both consisted of the fossilized
bones of mammoths.) Materials Towards a Natural
THUNDERDELL. A two-headed History of. Gryphons :
when he can catch 'urn. He was ears, and no birds do. (Did you
some twenty times human height, ever stop to think about that?)
or about 120 feet tall, and weighed Name is variously given as grif-
four tons. When he perspired, a fin, griffon, gryphon, griffun,
drop of his sweat would have filled gryphoun, griffown, griffoune,
a quart bucket. See my novel, greffon, gryffon, grifon, gryfon,
Dragonrouqe Please: . need I griffion. gryffen, griffyn,
griffen,
the royalties! grefyne, gryffin, griphon,
grifyn,
TIR-A-LIRRA. Friendly, but girphinne, grephoun, griphin, gry-
enormous, Turkish giant in Frank phin and gryphen.
R. Stockton's charming children's All of these derive directly from
fantasy, Ting-A-Ling Tales His . the French griffon which came .
best friend was a tiny Turkish from the Old French qrifoun which .
fairy (Ting-A-Ling), who was, to came from the Italian grifone which ,
him, so miniscule that he could came from the Latin qryphus which ,
giant with the interesting hobby of probably did not, come from the
bottle-making, in the traditional Hebrew kerubh ("cherub").
English nonsense-story of the same Homeland variously said to be
name, which know only from
I Scythia or Hindoostan. Sir John de
James Reeves' redaction, in his Mandeville suggests the otherwise
Three Tall T (1960). unknown land of Bacharie in Asia,
WIMBLEWEATHER. A "small" where the trees bear wool like
giant of Narnia, but brave as a sheep and man-eating ypotains
lion. He was a member of Prince (half-man and half-horse) inhabit
Caspian's War Council, and proved the rivers, lakes, and streams.
to be none too bright for all his Ancient, Classical, and Medieval
courage. See Prince Caspian . authorities seem about evenly di-
YOOP. A ferocious giant held vided in their opinion as to whether
captive in the Quadling Country of the gryphon was imaginary or real.
Oz and exhibited to the public in
, Aelian, Solinus, Pomponius Mela and
a gigantic cage. He was twenty- Herodotus mention the gryphon in
one feet tall, and weighed 1640 context as an actual beast, while
pounds and was something over Plautus, Virgil, and Ariosto agree.
) ,
Vuletide 1987 / 41
Cuthbert ...
don't make this
I (And just one more, for the road:)
junk up, you know!) Another
foreclaw, but probably not from the
same gryphon, is preserved in the THE YETI
Brunswick Cathedral. It came from
Palestine which, come to think of These large and lumpish creatures
it, is sure a long way from Scythia, were
or Hindoostan, or, for that matter, Covered entirely with fur.
Bacharie. Oh, the British Museum
also has in its collections a fossil- Rumors concerning them persist.
ized gryphon's egg. (Don't ask They may not (or they may) exist.
me !
Today, our fabulous monster's All can say about the Yeti
I
name adorns a rather extensive Is that they are not very preti.
family of Welsh origin (to say noth-
ing of the flag of Wales), and a The Intelligent Child's Own
small, ridiculous breed of dog even Book of Interesting and
more silly-looking than the poodle. Instructive Monsters
Such is fame.
We are sad to report the death
of Donald Vandrei on October 17.
Another poem from that unpub- Wandrei was a gifted writer of
lished book of mine: weird fiction and co-founder of
Arkham House.
12 / Crypt of Cthulhu
MAIL-CALL OF CTHULHU
(continued from page 33)
SOFT BOOKS
89 Marion Street, Toronto, Ontario,
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Yuletide 1987 / 45
Rlyeli Review
Steve Behrends (ed.), Clark stories Smith discusses. Even
Ashton Smith: Letters to H. P. though Behrends has edited out
Lovecraft. Necronomicon Press, some of the day to day details, he
80 pp. , 1987. $6.95. observes that in comparison to
Lovecraft's opuses. Smith's letters
(Reviewed by Stefan Dziemianowicz
are often "quite perfunctory," full
Like so many of H. P. Love- of early story synopses (often al-
craft's correspondences, the one tered or forgotten), but equally full
with Clark Ashton Smith was a true of praises for the most recent Love-
meeting of the minds. Although craft story or gripes about his
they often discussed the possibility battles with Farnsworth Wright and
of the one coming out to Providence Hugo Cernsback over acceptances
or the other to Auburn (more like- and payment (a matter of some im-
ly since Lovecraft seems to have portance, since Smith was support-
had more of the travelling bug), in ing himself and his aging parents
the fourteen years the two writers on his meager sales).
exchanged letters they never saw One doesn't get as much of the
each other face to face. Public writer's character from Smith's let-
record of this correspondence has ters as one gets from Lovecraft's.
been one-sided, limited to the twen- Still, there are occasional glimpses.
ty-six entries in Lovecraft's Se - In a relatively long letter dated
lected Letters but thanks to The
, circa October 24, 1930 (Smith's
efforts of Smith scholar Steve Beh- playful dating of letters from myth-
rends we now have a volume of ical places and times has made only
Smith's forty-four extant contribu- an approximate chronology possi-
tions to the literary friendship. ble), Smith describes the difference
The book begs comparison to the between Lovecraft's approach to the
Arkham House edition of Lovecraft's weird through "corroborating detail
letters, but really, none is possi- and verisimilitude" and his own at-
ble. Lovecraft's letters are true tempts "to delude the reader into
revelations and the five volumes accepting an impossibility, or series
patch together an extraordinary of impossibilities, by means of a
cultural and intellectual history, of sort of verbal black magic." Simple
which Lovecraft's fiction is only a as this sounds, it explains a lot
brief chapter. In Smith's letters to about other attitudes Smith ex-
Lovecraft, writing for the popular presses .
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Yuletide 1987 / 47
and Kingsport" a good reason for Donald Wandrei getting critical at-
acquiring #15. An excerpt from tention, and Herron makes valid
Cannon's forthcoming book on Love- points, but he devotes half the es-
craft, the essay focuses on stories say to explaining "paralogical di-
Lovecraft wrote between 1920 and mensionality" through an example
1923 when he first began to convert completely unrelated to Wandrei's
his beloved New England into the story. Furthermore, it's question-
Miskatonic region. By coincidence. able whether this point of critical
Cannon's essay is bracketed by reference is essential to Herron's
Steve Mariconda's "On the Emer- argument.
gence of Cthulhu." This search for The biggest reason for picking
.
and the contrast between the ro- question of whether Crow will sur-
mantic and material sides of life. vive but how he'll manage to do it.
In shorter efforts, Will Murray is In "The Caller of the Black," he's
back with a possibly lost sonnet of saved by knowing a counterspell
Clark Ashton Smith's published in few mortals are aware of; he avoids
The Thrill Book and a reprint of
, getting trapped in "De Marigny's
E. F. Benson's appreciation of J. Clock" by being respectfully cau-
Sheridan LeFanu yields up a gem as tious of the unknown. In "An Item
quotable today as it was fifty-six of Supporting Evidence," he is so
years ago: "The moral is excellent, safe and smug in his wisdom that
but who wants a moral in a ghost he appoints himself to the task of
story? We can unbend our minds exposing the Mythos to others.
over morals afterwards." If Titus Crow sounds more like
a Sherlock Holmes of the paranormal
than a Lovecraftian figure, it's be-
Brian Lumley, The Compleat cause Lumley made the Mythos only
Crow . Buffalo, NY: Canley, 1987. one of his many outre interests. In
191 pp., $7.50. later Crow stories if the Mythos ap-
Brian Lumley, Demogorgon pears at all, it is kept in the back-
Grafton, 1987. 333 pp., $5.95. ground, subordinated to voodoo
Weirdbook #22, Summer, 1987. ("Darghud's Doll"), warrior ghosts
("The Viking's Stone"), a Crowley-
(Reviewed by Stefan Dziemianowicz)
esque mage ("Lord of the Worms"),
With the exception of the ubiqui- even the Antichrist ("Name and
tous Randolph Carter, H. P. Love- Number" )
craft appears to have had little in- These later stories are better
terest in series characters. In written, because their supernatural
particular, no series character ap- complications are more suitable to a
pears in his Mythos fiction and for know-it-all. But they are not with-
a good reason: human beings are out their problems. Although Lum-
of the least importance in these sto- ley shifts their focus from the cos-
ries. They are there to piece to- mic indifference of the Mythos to
gether the few facts given them, the more familiar battle between
draw their limited conclusions and, good and evil, copies of the Cthaat
as the reader's surrogate, be hor- Aquadingen G'Harne Fragments and
,
rified at the implications. Could other Mythos tomes still sit on the
the impact of such knowledge on a library shelves at Blowne House,
character be quite the same the making a mockery of the moral uni-
second time around? August Der- verse Titus Crow is fighting to
leth seemed to think so when he preserve. More importantly, where
put together the stories for The the early Crow stories seemed as
Trail of Cthulhu and most would, lacking in plot as some of Derleth's
agree that it was a big mistake. tales, the later ones are sometimes
Because Laban Shrewsbury knows overplotted. Both "Lord of the
everything that's at stake before Worms" and "Name and Number"
,
Yuletide 1987 / 99
50 / Crypt of Cthulhu
also be familiar with Johnson's work rum," a story of the Deep Ones,
in Ghosts 6 Scholars (or in The told by a Deep One, but entirely
Years Best Horror Stories where , free of Derlethian convention. The
his "The Scarecrow" and "The Wall other two, dealing with the pro-
Painting" have been reprinted). verbial lost prehuman city, are
These six stories belong to three too reminiscent of other stories by
different genres. "The Breakdown" HPL, Brian Lumley, and Lin Car-
and "The Taking" are more or less ter. Of the two Jamesian efforts,
in the tradition of M. R. James, "The Breakdown" seems to be too
though they cannot be called pas- abrupt (a fault shared by "The
tiches. "Your Own Light-Hearted Dreaming City" and "Ishtaol," which
Friend" is a tale of Jack the Ripper read almost like final climax chap-
and bears a certain resemblance to ters of longer works). All in all,
a certain well-known Robert Bloch the stories in this attractively pro-
tale, but it is completely original duced booklet seem to me not quite
nonetheless. Finally, "The Dream- Mr. Johnson's best work. None-
ing City" and "Ishtaol" (the second theless they are certainly enjoy-
a sequel to the first) and "Custos able, and publisher Carrie Hall
Sanctorum" are Cthulhu Mythos has made another solid contribution
tales to the small press horror field.
Of the three Mythos entries, the We may hope he is only getting
best, think, is "Custos Sancto-
I started
Yuletide 1987 / 51
two poles around which Mythos fic- aware even though it arises natu-
tion revolves today. We can avoid rally out of the events that pre-
the argument that the former is cede it.
better than the latter, or that the One of Deathrealm 's regular con-
second type is admissible because tributors is Wil Pugmire. The third
it vastly outnumbers stories of the issue of the magazine contains "A
first type, if we note that most Piece of Stone," one of Pugmire's
Mythos fiction written today issues tales of the Sesqua Valley (a series
from the gray area between these that also includes "Swamp Rising"
two extremes. Rather than try to in Crue #9 and "The Winds of Yith"
force artificial "Column A/ Column from Chronicles of the Cthulhu
B" labels on these stories, maybe Codex #3). The Sesqua Valley is a
the best approach is to consider Mythos locale that does not take
how well they work as stories be- kindly to strangers, dispatching a
fore worrying about whether they're man who fathered a child by a
the "right" type of Mythos tale. Sesqua woman in "Swamp Rising"
Anyone of the opinion that the and a publisher who wants to print
old style Lovecraftian story replete a book by a late native son of the
with unassimilated facts and an ig- valley in "A Piece of Stone." The
norant narrator who puts things stories differ from most other My-
together a little too late for his own thos tales in their development of
good is moribund should get a the personalities of the Sesqua res-
copy of Deathrealm #2 ($3.00; Mark idents. They are a rural yet so-
Rainey, 8812 Jody Lane #2A, Des phisticated folk, who are wary of
Plaines, IL 60016). Editor Mark strangers because they are in close
Rainey's story "Threnody" adopts communion with things strangers
the classic Mythos story form and wouldn't understand. The closest
proves that it is still a very effec- parallel to one of Lovecraft's towns
tive way to tell a story. would not be Arkham or Dunwich,
Don't be too surprised to hear where the actions of a few cast a
that there's not a single familiar pall over the generally innocent
Mythos name to be found in "Thre- majority, but rather Innsmouth,
nody." The story takes off very where virtually all residents share
tangentially from "The Music of a common spirit. Unlike Innsmouth's
Erich Zann," with its suggestion citizens, though, the Sesqua people
that music can be used to "open are fairly human, and Pugmire
up gateways to other existences." presents them in such a way that
It concerns a young man who re- you feel more compassion for them
turns to his abandoned family home than for the occasional foolish in-
in Virginia. He discovers there a truder.
book of music theory by the slight- To date, no Sesqua tale has been
ly eccentric Maurice Zann, and a a stunner. "Swamp Rising" bor-
tape the man's grandfather made rows noticeably from "The Dunwich
based on those theories. And when Horror," "A Piece of Stone" falls
he decides to play that tape . . . back on a Lovecraft-by-way-of-Poe
Suffice to say that Rainey uses ending and "The Winds of Yith" is
the remote atmosphere of the Appa- more a poetic vignette than a fully
lachian mountains intelligently to set developed story. Still, taken to-
up the menace of the story and to gether, these stories represent an
keep that menace isolated yet immi- interesting attempt to create an
nent at the end. He can be for- original and atmospheric Mythos
given a gothic excess or two (and setting
perhaps a bit of fudging on Whether or not "The Winds of
whether the volume or the frequen- Yith" the best story in Chroni -
is
cy of the sound should be the cles the Cthulhu Codex #3 ($5;
of
turning point of his story) if for Fungoid Press, P. 0. Box 8099,
no other reason than the shock cli- Lowell, MA 01853), it is certainly
max, which catches the reader un- the most original. This issue of
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rally to a growing offshoot of the Lansdale's Dead inthe West has fi-
Mythos, in which the cosmic is nally concluded in Eldritch Tales
changed to the comic. The comic #13. The story tells ofthe irrev-
Mythos works on the premise that if erent Reverend Princess, who
you stretch credibility for Mythos spreads the word of the Lord and
fiction far enough, eventually it will frontier justice throughout the West
come flying back in your face with (Solomon Shane?), and his adven-
the impact of a well-tossed pie. The ture in a town whose dead have
best (or, considering the way you come back for revenge. For all the
feel after reading one of these sto- strength of Princess' development,
ries, the worst) of the bunch is though, Lansdale doesnt give him
Peter Cannon's "The Thing in the much to do when the fireworks
Bathtub" Eldritch Tales #12; $6;
( start, and the story is surprisingly
Crispin Burnham, 1051 Wellington limp for a writer of the author's
Road, Lawrence, KS 66044) which talent.
ambitiously satirizes the New York Each of the last few issues of
horror writer community and the Eldritch Tales has carried a poem
structure and content of the Mythos or dream vignette by the ever re-
without ever coming close to the liable Steve Tern. Tern is also pres-
story its title evokes. Ironically, ent in Crue #5 ($4; Hell's Kitchen
one gets a very good idea of My- Productions, P. O. Box 370, Times
thos mechanics from a story like Square Station, New York, NY
this because the point where ob- 10108) with his touching but chill-
servance of Mythos elements ends ing "Mother Hag." Also to be found
and the flight into whimsy begins in Crue #5 quite possibly the best
is always clearly marked. Many reason for buying the magazine is
readers will say that there is no Thomas Ligotti's nightmare of the
place the Mythos for stories like
in psychic residue left behind at "Dr.
J. Travis' "Halloween in Ark-
J. Locrian's Asylum."
ham" ( Eldritch Tales #13) which Etchings and Odysseys continues
comes up with a new test for a to provide valuable bibliographic in-
babysitter's sincerity; Albert Man- formation. Mike Ashley, the patron
achino's "Eugenia and the Necro- saint of pulp magazine information,
nomicon" Etchings and Odysseys
( continues his history of Weird Tales
#9) which shows how Mythos crea- in issue #8 with a short chronicle
tures can be as perplexed about of the magazine's publishing history
being summoned as the people who in the U.K., " Weird Tales English
summoned them; and Randall Lar- Style." It doesn't generate the
son's "From out of the Past" (El- same smothered chuckles as Ash-
dritch Tales #13) which advises you ley's look at the Canadian printing
to read the fine print of your el- history did in issue #6, but it's
dritch grimoire. They could be still required reading for fans and
right. But to put these stories in collectors. On the subject of Weird
the proper perspective, ask your- Tales , the centerpiece of Etchings
self, you rather laugh at a
would and Odysseys #9 is Hugh Cave's
Mythos story that was trying to be "Spawn of the Inferno," from the
funny and succeeded, rather than October 1932 issue. The most in-
at one that was trying to be taken teresting point Audrey Parente
seriously and failed? brings out in the accompanying in-
* * * terview and appreciation of Cave is
that although he respected Love-
Readers
should note that there craft, he wasn't exactly knocked
are other good reasons for picking over by him. This makes for an
up the magazines mentioned above interesting comparison to Duane
besides (or in spite of) the Mythos Rimel's "A History of the Chronicle
fiction. Those with a Howardian of Nath" and "Lovecraft Years I,"
bent will be interested to know that which appear in the same issue.
the four-part serialization of Joe Both discuss Rimel's long-lived
. .
Yuletide 1987 / 55
56 / Crypt of Cthulhu
MAIL-CALL OF CTHULHU
recently got a peek
I at a film In a recent "Mail-Call of Cthu-
script called Lovecraft . I recalled lhu" department. Will Murray, I
plot fails because the virgin to be Mythos. Years ago had lunch I
sacrificed surprise isn't a virgin
! with Frank Long and asked him how
after all. (That's the same ending, HPL pronounced "Cthulhu." Frank
practically, to the recent Monster didn't even look up from his soup
Squad . bowl, paused between spoonfuls,
It reads awfully. hope it I and with little or no hesitation re-
never gets made. It's sort of The plied: "Damned if I know, I don't
Dunwich Horror Meets the Maltese think Howard did either!"
Falcon and set in a Blade Runner- Dick Fawcett
style future. Uncasville, CT
kid you not.
I This is all true.
also heard
I that The Lurking cannot help but consider that
I
in his Solomon Kane tale, "The Hills (Truly, you will know I'm dead
of the Dead," in which the black when my
run of Crypt changes
shaman, N'Longa, gives it to the hands.) But wonder, how many I
Elder World. In both cases the two any inclination to read every bloody
rods come from Africa, though from (in every sense) word. In fact,
different coasts. the prospect fills me with nameless
Even the blatant racism in some dread ...
or maybe eldritch
of Howard's
fiction seems to have dread. One of those dreads.
direct to the racism exhibited
links wonder, too, if by publishing
I
a phrase. Your 50th issue's selec- sey Campbell's stories and art
58 / Crypt of Cthulhu
great fun. I can't tell you how knows, a very Christian sense of
much I have been enjoying all your good and evil has reappeared in his
publications. particularly enjoy
I work. One doesn't want to make
your fiction issues (which doesn't too much out of this, but it would
mean that I'm advocating all fiction appear that Campbell's earliest in-
and no articles), and you are to be fluence never completely left him,
commended for turning up so many and is now coming out in a more
enjoyable yarns. really liked the I mature and original form.
Ligotti piece of a few issues back.
Stefan Dziemianowicz
Allen Koszowski Union City, NJ
Upper Darby, PA
I am happy to see the Crypt
The Ramsey Campbell stories continuing into the fifties and be-
were interesting they read . . . yond without any slackening of its
like the sort of stories you find in amoral fibre. The mixture of
a juvenile's collection of ghost and scholarship, offbeat humor and de-
horror stories, especially if one bate maintain a climate not dissimi-
person writes them all. Simple and lar to that encountered in Love-
obvious stories, just the sort of craft's own correspondence. The
thing to get a kid started before he occasional mysteriously located epis-
experiences the deeper, more so- tles from such exalted personages
phisticated thrills of Lovecraft, as Mr. Curwen help place matters
Bierce and Poe. The illos were not in a welcome perspective.
so hot, however. Campbell's Ghostly Tales imma- ,
ing in Ghostly Tales For the most . In "The True History of the
part these stories were concerned Tcho Tcho sic People," you claim
[ ]
with the conventional bogies, vam- that "Lair of the Star-Spawn" was
pires and werewolves all of us cut August Derleth's "first" Mythos
our teeth on (and us them). Not story, yet believe it was preceded
I
Wind" because in that story, the Spawn" and the apparent chronolo-
term "Death-Walker" is used as a gy of the stories, I'm inclined to
synonym for "Wind-Walker." But in think that "Wind-Walker" was really
a letter dated 13 July 1931, Love- the first story in which the Tcho-
craft remarks to Derleth that he Tchos are mentioned.
read several seemingly recent sto- Personally, think the only
I
ries of his "with the keenest inter- thing significant about the Tcho-
est, 6 liked "The Thing that Walked Tchos is that Lovecraft mentioned
on the Wind" best of all. them offhandedly in one of his sto-
It is difficult to tell in what or- ries. Beyond that, and the aside
der the collaborations with Schorer in the letter and the revision tale,
were completed, but wouldn't I who cares? The "additions" and
place "Lair of the Star-Spawn" as embellishments to the Mythos by
early as you do. In the letter writers following Lovecraft's death
quoted above, Lovecraft expresses are really of little importance to
interest in seeing "The Horror from Lovecraft scholars, though imag- I
the Lake" (i.e., "The Horror from ine they are of great importance to
the Depths"); Derleth had recently those who study the Mythos as a
submitted that story to Weird Tales literary sub-sub-genre. To borrow
for publication, and it was rejected a phrase from Jeff Newman, think I
few weeks in the summer of 1931, see where the distorting influences
exact sequence probably means very (primarily Derleth's) originated.
little. Otherwise, have no interest in the
I
Doggerel." Truly wretched stuff. plete rewrite. But the basic prem-
David E. Schultz ise was his, not just the name,
Milwaukee, Wl "Michael Leigh."
Robert Bloch
Crypt was certainly packed
#51 Los Angeles, CA
with good stuff. Surprised to learn
"Tcho-Tcho" really means some- Regarding Randall Larson's arti-
thing: thought Derleth just made it cle "Innsmouth Spawn," please note
up! Does Tani Jantsang read Ti- the sculptor Jeffrey Corey in "Inns-
betan? Remember, HPL's letter to mouth Clay" was already related to
Bloch was countersigned or en- (continued on page 33)
NEXT TIME
CRYPT OF CTHULHU
Editor
Robert M. Price
Fiction Editor and Reviewer
Stefan R. Dziemianowicz
Contributing Editors
S. T. Joshi Will Murray
.
Columnists
Lin Carter . Carl T. Ford
Copyright O 1987
Cryptic Publications
Robert M. Price, Editor
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