Curt Chiarelli
Yog-Sothothery on the Fly
So true! After reading his letters I perceived a very different man than what the other fans of HPL were seeing. They viewed HPL as this cold, pompous, neurotic and reclusive Pontifex Maximus - which is so far from the reality of the man that it becomes a huge obstacle and disservice to not only understanding him as a person, but also to our appreciation of his contributions to literature.
Afterwards I read E. Hoffman Price's blunt, but perceptive anecdotal memoir of his fictioneering days, The Book of the Dead wherin he confirmed my belief that HPL was a man of not only great charisma, but also something of an engaging, self-deprecating raconteur! Certainly he had a warm and devoted following amongst his contemporaries and that should speak volumes for the man's character (of course, nowadays in our current mileau, no one would see any value in him at all). He was very deeply human, even though I suspect he would have preferred being a brain in a bottle!
As for Hodgson's The House on the Borderlands, I recall the first time I heard mention of it in Lovecraft's essay Supernatural Horror in Literature late in my senior year of high school. Long out of print, I searched for the book everywhere without luck and then completely forgot about it as my attentions were now focused on college. Years later a friend revived my interest in it by lending me a paperback copy (the one with the excellent cover art by Ron Courtenay). I loved it! Equally unsuccessful were my subsequent search for it's sequel. What a talent and what a tragedy that Hodgson's life, so full of promise, should be cut short by World War I.
Afterwards I read E. Hoffman Price's blunt, but perceptive anecdotal memoir of his fictioneering days, The Book of the Dead wherin he confirmed my belief that HPL was a man of not only great charisma, but also something of an engaging, self-deprecating raconteur! Certainly he had a warm and devoted following amongst his contemporaries and that should speak volumes for the man's character (of course, nowadays in our current mileau, no one would see any value in him at all). He was very deeply human, even though I suspect he would have preferred being a brain in a bottle!
As for Hodgson's The House on the Borderlands, I recall the first time I heard mention of it in Lovecraft's essay Supernatural Horror in Literature late in my senior year of high school. Long out of print, I searched for the book everywhere without luck and then completely forgot about it as my attentions were now focused on college. Years later a friend revived my interest in it by lending me a paperback copy (the one with the excellent cover art by Ron Courtenay). I loved it! Equally unsuccessful were my subsequent search for it's sequel. What a talent and what a tragedy that Hodgson's life, so full of promise, should be cut short by World War I.
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