The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

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It is a remarkable fact that Kadath along with The Case of Charles Dexter Ward, were not polished by Lovecraft, who never attempted to sell them during his lifetime. In a brief interview with Derleth and Wandrei in Weird Tales, Derleth says, "A year ago Donald Wandrei and I learnt that there existed two unpublished Howard Phillips Lovecraft novels, The Case of Charles Dexter Ward and The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath. We found the first fifty-one pages of Kadath, and all of Ward last summer. To the best of our knowledge the remainder of Kadath has been lost..." According to Lin Carter, in Lovecraft: A Look Behind the Cthulhu Mythos, "...The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath was eventually discovered and rescued from oblivion--and Weird Tales rejected it!" Carter does not consider Kadath a work "belonging" to the Cthulhu Mythos, and I disagree with him on this.

Coming to the short novel afresh, and really studying it for the first time, I find it a fascinating work, full of wonder. Whether or not we should consider such an unpolished work canonical I cannot say, although we certainly consider Ward as such. There has been some debate, for example, as to whether the cities of which Lovecraft wrote in stories such as "Polaris" and "Celephais" actuallly exist or are dream cities; but the same may be said of "The Nameless City," when we examine that enigmatic tale. Writes S. T. Joshi in his notes to Kadath in The Dreams in the Witch House and Other Weird Stories (Penguin 2004), "The novel seeks to unite most of HPL's previous 'Dunsanian' tale, but in so doing it appears to create some confusion, suggesting that these stories were set in the dreamworld when clear internal evidence points to their setting in the distant past of the real world. HPL, however, does not seem to have been concerned with rigid consistency of this sort." Thank Yuggoth he was not. This aspect of his work is evident elsewhere, in works such as "The Music of Erich Zann," which Lovecraft, somewhere, hinted was a dream narrative. The situation with Kadath is further confused with Lovecraft's story, "The Other Gods" (1921), which begins "Atop the tallest of earth's peaks dwell the gods of earth," gods (plural) who, in the next paragraph, "...have betaken themselves to unknown Kadath in the cold wastes..."

The idea of gods in the novel is fascinating if perplex. On page 76 of Beyond the Wall of Sleep (Arkham House 1943) we read of "...the bondage of dream's tyrannous gods..." and of "...the hidden gods of dream that brood capricious above the clouds on Unknown Kadath..." Carter prays to these gods in dream and makes sacrifices unto them. That the gods seem not indifferent but hostile toward mortals of the waking world seems clear.

What is the dreamworld? I have always considered it a product of the dreams of humankind, manifest and attainable in slumber. Yet it must be more than a product of our dreams, a land that has always existed but that we can visit only during slumber. But this cannot be true either, because Richard Upton Pickman journeyed to the land of dream after he vanished from the waking world, thus he must have found that place where the dreamworld "...wood at two places touches the lands of men, though it would be disastrous to say where." I have said where, and in my story "Into the Depths of Dreams and Madness," I have Pickman visit Sesqua Valley, which I now name one of those "two places." And there are other dreamworlds, that are not the dreamworlds of men, but to which foolhardy mortals may wander, although they usually return mad. Who--or what--compose the dreams that form these dreamworlds not of men?

There is much to say about this novel -- perhaps too much for one single thread. I am anxious to know your thoughts concerning this fabulous work of dreamy fiction.
 
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The odd thing is, a solution to this (or at least part of it) was proposed a very long time ago: that the dreamlands are, in sff terms, an alternate dimension (perhaps given shape and reality by dreamers, perhaps a pre-existing Jungian archetypal landscape) which certain people may visit in their dreams... in which case, they suffer very real dangers which can affect their survival in the "real", primary, waking world.

Mind you, I don't entirely agree with this, but I think certain aspects of it fit. I do think, for example, that the dreamlands are not the province of any particular dreamer or set of dreamers, but perhaps woven of the dreams of particularly sensitive dreamers throughout history -- past and future. This is, for example, why it bears resemblances to the classical Greek idea of the Underworld, of Elysium and Hades, etc., as argued by George T. Wetzel in his essay "The Cthulhu Mythos: A Study" (Four Decades of Criticism, pp. 79-95; see esp. pp. 84-85).

However, to me it seems more connected to Lovecraft's fascination with the theme of that blurring of the boundaries between the real and the unreal, waking and dream. As I showed in that essay I sent you, Wilum, it was obviously very important to HPL to know which was which in his own life, yet it is equally obvious that he found a deliberate blurring of that distinction emotionally and aesthetically satisfying, so that there often is no hard-and-fast boundary between the two. This is a theme which runs throughout his oeuvre, from as early as "The Tomb" (in its own odd way -- the invisible woodland presences, etc.) to "The Shadow Out of Time", and has always, to me, been one of the hallmarks and most fascinating aspects of his fiction.

Thus, these cities may well have existed in some pre-dawn era; yet they exist also in the dreams of particularly gifted dreamers, perhaps as (another theme which Lovecraft made much use of in his fiction, though thoroughly discounting it in reality) a dim ancestral memory, perhaps even blended, in some way, with our ancestral memories of the cities of the Old Ones which resulted in the mythological concept of the Plateau of Leng and (even more frightening) that which terrified the Old Ones and exists in our dreams as the onyx castle atop Unknown Kadath.... Certainly Lovecraft hints more than a little at this in At the Mountains of Madness, drawing parallels between the two and, with the constant hints of the blurring of reality and dream throughout that novel (via the Dunsanian references, the shimmering mists, etc.) reinforcing the idea that, as he said all those years before in "The Tomb": "Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal; that all things appear as they do only by virtue of the delicate individual physical and mental media through which we are made conscious of them" (D, p. 3).

There are, to me, constantly occurring instances of this sort of thing throughout Lovecraft's work, indicating the very genuine presence of the Dreamlands as a physical reality existing outside the normal space-time continuum of which we are aware, yet which is accessible to specially-gifted (or cursed) dreamers at most times (though not all: cf. the opening of "The Silver Key") and to others on rare occasions when either one of those places where the two merge are discovered, or when the fabric separating the two has grown particularly thin. In turn, this sort of blurring allows of inhabitants from either world to find themselves in the other, and also has much to do with the myths and legends which haunt us throughout history... and perhaps (as he seems to hint occasionally) which form the basis of all mythologies, which represent our feeble attempts to control the terrifying reality which lies behind such (relatively) benevolent traditions....

Oh, and as far as my own feelings about this particular work of Lovecraft's... despite what I perceive as flaws (things he might well have altered had he chosen to prepare this one for publication), it remains one of my very favorite of his works; something I return to time and again for its weirdness, eeriness, whimsy, and sense of beauty, wonder, and awe, as well as the genuinely touching "spiritual autobiography" of its author which it forms....
 
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One wonders if he ever meant it for publication, or even to polish it. A story written to himself, as it were...

It was a story written completely for himself, as an experiment in the long form. It was never meant for publication.

P. S. Regarding your Location: It's "Sir Mick", "Sir" always being put in front of the first name.
 

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