Finished off The Caller of the Black, Brian Lumley's first collection. A mixed bag, really -- as one would expect with a young writer. I can see why I had mixed feelings about it all these years, though I was myself still in my teens when I last read the thing. Some things are mediocre, some things have some very good points, but don't quite make the grade, some are just bad, and some are really rather good and well told. His style isn't graceful or memorable; the way I'd describe Lumley (even in his more recent work) is very much "pulp"; not the high-end of those who wrote for the pulps, such as Whitehead, Lovecraft, etc., but mid-range: enjoyable little adventure tales with a weird spin, but hardly great literature.
However, when I'm in the mood for something like that, Lumley fits the bill... even here; though I must admit that I was disappointed with the lengthy "In the Vaults Beneath". It's markedly derivative (which I expected), but it also has some genuine promise... yet the ending descends into sheer pulp-cum-Grand-Guignol silliness which completely robs it of any horrific effect (though, perhaps ironically, it does make it work as something of a parody of the form). Ah, well, I still had fun reading the thing, and the final tale is a nice piece of nastiness....
I'm also giving it another try with A Century Less a Dream, a book of critical essays on the work of HPL. Not that I wasn't interested the last time around; just that too many things were going haywire, and I didn't have the time to read more than a page or so at a time... not the best way to read such. Making better progress this time, and definitely worthwhile....