Extollager
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I've had little time for reading not connected with my job, but took a few late-night minutes for this short piece about wicked Crawford Tillinghast and the dimension-revealing machine in his attic. It seems a sketch for a story rather than the story itself. I was reminded of Frances Stevens's "Unseen, Unfeared" -- as I remember the story from Moskowitz's Horrors Unknown anthology, from many, many years ago.
My sense is that Lovecraft doesn't quite know what to do with his material. Tillinghast's stagey madness detracts from the "cosmic" concept. I suppose one could argue that this is Lovecraft's clever point -- the absurd but never-surrendered pettiness of human emotions, such as resentment, in the face of cosmic abnormality etc. Maybe, but it simply reads like familiar pulp-mag melodrama.
To be sure, Lovecraft has to do something with the "middleman" who introduces the story's narrator to the weird dimension. He just needed to find a way to make Tillinghast something other than a very familiar stock madman who has his victims.
I liked the way Borges brilliantly made his middleman, in "The Aleph," a vain, smug, and incorrigibly bad poet.
Maybe if Lovecraft had had more investment in this story he could have figured out what to do with Tillinghast. The problem is a perennial one; an author has an idea, image, concept -- but has to tell a story, and that means characters.
My sense is that Lovecraft doesn't quite know what to do with his material. Tillinghast's stagey madness detracts from the "cosmic" concept. I suppose one could argue that this is Lovecraft's clever point -- the absurd but never-surrendered pettiness of human emotions, such as resentment, in the face of cosmic abnormality etc. Maybe, but it simply reads like familiar pulp-mag melodrama.
To be sure, Lovecraft has to do something with the "middleman" who introduces the story's narrator to the weird dimension. He just needed to find a way to make Tillinghast something other than a very familiar stock madman who has his victims.
I liked the way Borges brilliantly made his middleman, in "The Aleph," a vain, smug, and incorrigibly bad poet.
Maybe if Lovecraft had had more investment in this story he could have figured out what to do with Tillinghast. The problem is a perennial one; an author has an idea, image, concept -- but has to tell a story, and that means characters.