Some seasonal links from Tor.com Happy Whatever you celebrate

Please enjoy what has become a quiet holiday tradition in the Tor.com offices: the reading of Neil Gaiman’s original story: “I, Cthulhu, or, What’s A Tentacle-Faced Thing Like Me Doing In A Sunken City Like This (Latitude 47° 9’ S, Longitude 126° 43’ W)?”

https://www.tor.com/2018/12/24/i-cthulhu-neil-gaiman

H.P. LOVECRAFT

THE LOVECRAFT REREAD

Merry Christmas From the Void: Holiday Poems

Ruthanna Emrys and Anne M. Pillsworth

https://www.tor.com/2015/12/22/lovecraft-reread-merry-christmas-from-the-void-holiday-poems/

Christmas Greetings to Felis (Frank Belknap Long’s Cat)

Little Tiger, burning bright
With a subtle Blakeish light,
Tell what visions have their home
In those eyes of flame and chrome!
Children vex thee—thoughtless, gay—
Holding when thou wouldst away:
What dark lore is that which thou,
Spitting, mixest with thy meow?

New Eldritch Tomes and John Linwood Grant

Often I find odd coincidences gather round me, invisible imps that perch on my shoulder whispering of dark conspiracies, secret organizations, the malicious internet bots that harvest my inner soul. Even the red lava lamp on my desk offers up heart stopping visions of some hellish landscape of the damned. Then they dissipate and I buy something, mention it to my wife and move on. This coincidence centred on an author named John Linwood Grant. 

As anyone who has followed this blog could guess I would have found the cover for Cthulhusattva above by Alix Branwyn almost irresistible regardless of the contents. And while I was ruminating on the purchase, I noticed a second anthology also edited by Scott R. Jones, Chthonic Weird Tales of Inner Earth. 

 I used the look inside feature and found Jones introduction to the work, a description of his reaction to a cave tour quite engaging. Then I continued, reading the first story in the collection, "Where All Is Night, And Starless".

I loved the story, Miss Allen is purchasing an old farmhouse on one of the Western Isles of Scotland, for herself and her father, a veteran of the World War I who is suffering from shell shock. It is an isolated spot, the house perched upon an outcropping of granite gneiss, a fact that reassures her father. After waiting through the two years of her father's recuperation, it is here that she hopes he will finally confide the true nature of his experiences. And he does.  Lieutenant Robert Allen of the 183rd Tunnelling Company had been commanding a group of sappers tasked with tunnelling beneath the German lines to plant explosives. One of the many risks associated with this strategy is encountering Germans tunnelling towards them. And despite the fact that they have been assured that they are far deeper than any possible German advance, they do detect the sound of digging. Soon Allen's command encounters not just vast caverns but enemy soldiers, or are they? I really enjoyed this story, it presented a fresh approach, it was nicely atmospheric and suspenseful and really engaged my interest. So I ordered both books and awaited the barking dogs that would herald the arrival of my package. I have to admit I did not ever notice the name of the author. 

It was while awaiting my books that I read Grady Hendrix's post on Tor.com on " The Terrible Detectives of the Victorian Era."
 

https://www.tor.com/2018/11/30/the-terrible-occult-detectives-of-the-victorian-era/

I have to admit a real fondness for the intrepid sleuths who protect us from vampires, mummies, ghostly hogs, and every possible manifestation of the unhappy dead. The exploits of John Silence, John Thunstone, Thomas Carnacki , Jules de Grandin, Lucius Leffing, Mile Pennoyer, Prince Zaleski, Cummings King Monk and Aylmer Vance among others form a significant part of my library. It was in the comments section I found the link to a really fun tribute to occult detectives by John Linwood Grant. I really enjoyed Grant's blog. It took me quite some time to figure out Grant was also the author of "Where All Is Night, And Starless" He also likes dogs. 

http://greydogtales.com/blog/the-singe-of-four-a-case-of-peculiar-detectives/#respond

Not all the stories in these anthologies are new, we have HPL's classic "The Rats in the Walls", and Ruthann Emrys excellent "The Litany of Earth", which I discussed here, 

http://dunwichhorrors.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-litany-of-earth-by-ruthann-emrys.html

I found Jones comments below, (to paraphrase) that he had gotten tired of some manifestations of the mythos struck a chord with me as well. I am hoping that a different editor might bring a different perspective on Lovecraft's theme of cosmic horror and I am certainly looking forward to Grant's story in Cthulhusattva.

From the introduction:

"At some point (don’t ask me when it was, exactly, or what triggered the change) I just got tired. A profound enervation settled upon me, dank and heavy and dull. I mean, I had been at the game a while. Not as long as the Joshis or the Prices and the rest for whom the old-school colours of a Miskatonic U tie still hold heart-stirring meaning, mind you, but still, long enough. So, perhaps it was to be expected, this weariness. In the bones. A cloying, slightly greasy fog of exhaustion that clogged my frontal lobes whenever the Name was mentioned...

Yes, I was tired of Lovecraft.

And unlike, say, London, when one is tired of Lovecraft one is not tired of life. Not really. You’re not even tired of weird fiction. Or horror. Or even (dare I say it?) the Cthulhu Mythos. For there is still great, interesting, and engaging work being done within those (admittedly arbitrary) borders."

Cover by Lucas Korte

from the introduction:

"The cavern mouth awaits, as does the cistern with hidden depths, the tunnel that twists and writhes, the abyssal space that hums with unknown activity. Note the faint glow to the walls as you descend: mere phosphorescent fungi... or something more peculiar? There is a sound of rushing water that you can’t place, and the suggestion of drums and strange flutes in the deep. The rock vibrates beneath the soles of your feet, and your headlamp flickers, fails. But then, you knew it would, eventually. This place is not for you, but here you are.

Welcome to CHTHONIC."

Scott R Jones
2 February 2018
Victoria, BC

Recommended Links Lovecraftian Science and the Art of Tom Ardans

I am currently shuffling my Lovecraft material around, with a little help from friends. This always gets me in the mood to search out more items of Mythos interest. 


One of the first places I visited was Lovecraftian Science, a wonderful website dedicated to the science in H.P. Lovecraft.  

https://lovecraftianscience.wordpress.com/

Their current post; 

Cryptobiosis in Elder Things, Part 2 Traveling through Interstellar Space, features a beautiful (as elder things go) illustration of an Elder Thing by Tom Ardans. 

So the second place I visited was Tom's website My Vain Doodles, which features a plethora of really well executed illustrations of many different scenes and characters from Howard's work. I have not reproduced them here since I do not have permission, but I urge you to not only visit Tom's site but leave comments so he knows how much you enjoy his work.

http://tomardans.blogspot.com/

Some of my favourites so far:

https://tomardans.blogspot.com/2017/02/pickmans-model.html

https://tomardans.blogspot.com/2017/02/mi-go-anatomy.html

https://tomardans.blogspot.com/2017/02/yithian-biology.html

https://tomardans.blogspot.com/2014/04/yithian-again.html

https://tomardans.blogspot.com/2015/10/encounter-on-europa.html

https://tomardans.blogspot.com/2014/05/yithians-interrogating-peaslee-upon-his.html

I noticed Lovecraftian Science also has a tome available on Amazon which I will be ordering once I recover from Christmas. 

https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/1927673100/ref=ox_sc_act_image_1?smid=A3DWYIK6Y9EEQB&psc=1

Recommended links: Episode 37: When Cthulhu Calls (Podcast)

In an effort to bring HPL: Beyond the Walls of Sleep into whatever century it is we currently inhabit, I thought I would look at some non-print aspects of the Lovecraft milieu. So I located a podcast, (description and link below) that looked Lovecraft's character Cthulhu (or is it really Howard's creation). I found this podcast enjoyable, Molinsky makes no secret of Lovecraft's flaws but captures some of the fannish enjoyment we get from characters like Cthulhu and the connections we makes between Lovecraft's various stories.

Eric Molinsky on his episode “When Cthulhu Calls”:
“I did an episode with Here Be Monsters, we did a collaboration, which was set in the world of H.P. Lovecraft. It was basically a fake episode, which starts out realistic—in fact, we did interview, I think, some kind of scientist, but eventually it got so ludicrous that I was interviewing H.P. Lovecraft’s brain in a jar, and it was making anti-Semitic comments toward me. And I could not have been more clear in the beginning that ‘This is going to start out real, but it is a radio drama.’ In the description on social media, in the description on your phone, it says ‘This is a radio drama.’ And I could not believe how many people wrote me and said, ‘I completely forgot. It was so believable that I forgot, and I’m really angry at you for misleading me.'”
Episode 37: When Cthulhu Calls

https://www.imaginaryworldspodcast.org/when-cthulhu-calls.html


And remember:
ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

, , Alec Nevada-Lee, Caitlin R. Kieran, The Dinosaur Tourist

 Yesterday was a great reading day. I had finally began to read Astounding, Alec Nevada-Lee's book on John W. Campbell and some of the writers most associated with Astounding, Isaac Asimov,  Robert A, Heinlein, and L. Ron. Hubbard.  As I read, the dogs let me know that our postal worker had dropped by and I  got up hoping that "it" had finally come. And it had.

I am a huge Caitlin R. Kieran fan. Her work effortlessly inhabits the intersection of so many genre, horror, fantasy, mystery and science fiction that I am always interested go see where she will take me next. I also have a life long love of palaeontology especially dinosaurs so the minute I saw the Subterranean Press announcement of the collection The Dinosaur Tourist with a stunning cover by Ray Troll,  I had to order it. Then a long wait occurred. Then the announcement came, copies, including mine were shipping. Oh no, a job action by Canada Post. Mail from outside Canada has piled up to the extent that international partners are asked to hold items. The Dinosaur Tourist (trade edition) is sold out. Will my copy appear or be lost to some inter-dimensional gateway to be lovingly perused by the shades of the Whateley brothers, or shelved among the tomes at the Misatonic University Library. No, there it was right in front of me, I hugged the box.

from Subterranean Press

"Almost nothing is only what it seems to be at first glance. Appearances can be deceiving and first impressions often lead us disastrously astray. If we're not careful, assumption and expectation can betray us all the way to madness and death and damnation. In The Dinosaur Tourist, Caitlín R. Kiernan's fifteenth collection of short fiction, nineteen tales of the unexpected and the uncanny explore that treacherous gulf between what we suppose the world to be and what might actually be waiting out beyond the edges of our day-to-day experience. A mirror may be a window into another time. A cat may be our salvation. Your lover may be a fabulous being. And a hitchhiker may turn out to be anyone at all."

https://subterraneanpress.com/dinosaur-tourist

I am including this post on my Jagged Orbit blog because, while Kiernan is associated with horror, she does write very good science fiction. PS Publishing in the UK is distributing the collection A is for Alien, containing many of her science fiction stories as part of a four volume set of her work. As I mentioned in an earlier post I was also really impressed by another Subterranean Press offering, her (2004) novella entitled The Dry Salvages.

"A SF work rather than a typical mythos tale, it combines her love of palaeontology with the rather enigmatic tale of a doomed expedition investigating the remains of an extraterrestrial mining colony on the moon of the gas giant Cecrops. It has a subtle, haunting flavour I often associate with European SF and I recommend it. "

http://dunwichhorrors.blogspot.com/search/label/Caitlin%20R.%20Kieran

Cover art Richard Kirk 

https://www.pspublishing.co.uk/a-is-for-alien-trade-paperback-by-caitlin-r-kiernan-2623-p.asp

New Eldritch Tomes - Saskatoon 2018 Westgate Books/McNally Robinson

   I have several depictions of Cthulhu (doesn't everyone) but this statuette produced by Chronicle Books and purchased at McNally Robinson seems the most accurate.

"Inspector Legrasse was scarcely prepared for the sensation which his offering created. One sight of the thing had been enough to throw the assembled men of science into a state of tense excitement, and they lost no time in crowding around him to gaze at the diminutive figure whose utter strangeness and air of genuinely abysmal antiquity hinted so potently at unopened and archaic vistas. No recognised school of sculpture had animated this terrible object, yet centuries and even thousands of years seemed recorded in its dim and greenish surface of unplaceable stone. 

 The figure, which was finally passed slowly from man to man for close and careful study, was between seven and eight inches in height, and of exquisitely artistic workmanship. It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters. The tips of the wings touched the back edge of the block, the seat occupied the centre, whilst the long, curved claws of the doubled-up, crouching hind legs gripped the front edge and extended a quarter of the way down toward the bottom of the pedestal. The cephalopod head was bent forward, so that the ends of the facial feelers brushed the backs of huge fore paws which clasped the croucher's elevated knees. The aspect of the whole was abnormally life-like, and the more subtly fearful because its source was so totally unknown. Its vast, awesome, and incalculable age was unmistakable; yet not one link did it shew with any known type of art belonging to civilisation's youth - or indeed to any other time. Totally separate and apart, its very material was a mystery; for the soapy, greenish-black stone with its golden or iridescent flecks and striations resembled nothing familiar to geology or mineralogy. The characters along the base were equally baffling; and no member present, despite a representation of half the world's expert learning in this field, "

from "The Call of Cthulhu"
by H. P. Lovecraft

We have just returned from two weeks in Saskatoon. Helen's family lived near Westgate Books. so I visited it several times. And there on the shelf were more of the Ballantine editions with the John Holmes covers I collected as a teenager.

Westgate has an interesting history which is related here.

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/saskatoon/westgate-books-owner-donates-entire-collection-to-employee-1.3046878

If this is Wilbur, it does not seem to be a terribly 

accurate depiction, but a striking cover none the less, 

by Victor Valla for Lancer Books.

Happy Halloween; Recommended Reading

"Yet more disturbing than our view of the asylum was the idiotic gaze that it seemed to cast back at us. Throughout the years, some persons actually claimed to have seen mad-eyed and immobile figures staring out from the asylum’s windows on nights when the moon shone with unusual brightness and the sky appeared to contain more than its usual share of stars." 

"And next to that room would be another room that was unfurnished and seemed never to have been occupied. But leaning against one wall of this other room, directly below the sliding panel, would be some long wooden sticks; and mounted at the ends of these sticks would be horrible little puppets."

"To make things worse, the setting sun would each day slip out of sight behind the asylum, thus committing our town to a premature darkness in the long shadow of that massive edifice."

from Dr. Locrian's Asylum

by Ligotti, Thomas

"In the Forest of the Night" by Alter Reiss

  Last night I woke around 4:00 and headed over to the Great Lovecraft Reread at Tor to see what Ruthanna Emrys and Anne M. Pillsworth were reading. It turned out to be, a story I had not read before, one that was available online, and one that I really liked. Alter Reiss’s "In the Forest of the Night" it was first published in the March 2015 issue of the Lovecraft E-zine.

The link to the story is here;

https://lovecraftzine.com/magazine/issues/2015-2/issue-34-march-2015/in-the-forest-of-the-night-by-alter-reiss/

The link to the Reread review is here;

https://www.tor.com/2018/10/24/kentucky-bourbon-and-elder-signs-alter-reisss-in-the-forest-of-the-night/

The story is quite short so I will a provide a few quotes and make some comments but try to avoid spoilers. Why not read it first and come back? 

The first paragraph propels us directly into the heart of the story as well as into the wonderfully atmospheric setting of the tale.

"“And who is this,” said the long-necked paneron, from the bole of one of the great, phosphorescent night oaks, “come to our solitary?”

Jack kept walking, not looking up at the paneron, or at the shimmer spiders, who pulled in their threads at his approach, hissing angrily.

“Abraham Jackson,” continued the paneron. “But he is not the only one to come out of the great mirrored hall in this hour.” It dipped its head lower, claws biting the night oak’s bark. “Two others are in the Dawning Wood, Abraham Jackson…,"

Not that the warning is really needed because Abraham Jackson, normally referred to as Jack or One-eyed Jack has entered the wood under compulsion. And what an eerie wood it was;

"So still that the spiders forgot him, and lowered their strands down, down past the roots of the night trees, into the dreaming world.

Jack watched the sparks rising and falling in those strands. Those were the souls of dreamers; each of the spinners had found a dreamer, and was bringing it upward. The spark would rise as the dreams drew closer to reality, and fall as they fell farther away and the dreamers woke. "

"In the Forest of the night is a nicely realized tale of betrayal and revenge. But the most impressive thing for me was Reisse's world building especially in such a relatively short story. The atmosphere is dark and grotesque with a real sense of place. It has an odd mixture of Southern Gothic and Baroque imagery that is totally appropriate for Reisse's plot. After talking with my wife and a number of friends I realized that a lot of readers visualize the setting or characters as they read. This is something I rarely do, but in the case of the paneron I envisioned something like an armoured pangolin but with the grace and agility of a gecko, and scary of course. What I do instead, while reading is compare the plot, character, tropes within the story to other things I have read. I do not claim that the authors has read or emulated these stories, rather this allows me (and hopefully others) to identify the type of things I like. In  "In the Forest of the Night" the setting reminded me of Clark Ashton Smith's two Maal Dweb stories, "The Flower-Women and "The Maze of Maal Dweb" and Jack Vance's Dying Earth stories both of which are concerned with the adventures of wizards and magic users in a world of deadly perils and strange magical beasts. 

But Jack himself with his bourdon, clasp knife, and silver dimes comes from another tradition. 

Pillsworth in her review says "and this fellow has definitely dropped into the Forest of the Night from some high ridge of our own Appalachian mountains.'" and I would not be surprised. He seems a more violent and morally ambiguous version of Manly Wade Wellman's character Silver John or John the Balladeer. Silver John is a character who battles evil through out the Appalachian mountains, with little more than his silver stringed guitar and the occasional silver dime, in a number of Wellman's short stores and novels. 

The image of Jack moving through a grotesque and twisted landscape of treachery, betrayal and revenge also reminded me of a number of Zelazny's heros or anti-heroes, including Francis Sandow in Isle of the Dead or especially Jack of Shadows (Shadowjack) in the novel of the same name. As I said earlier, I do not claim to know anything about about the author's, in this case Reiss’s inspiration for this work. I do know that it offered an interesting take on a Lovecraft themed story with shimmer spiders fishing for dreamers lost in a strange dreamland, and Great Old Ones yet again awaiting their sacrificial offerings. I loved this story and hope to read more stories about Jack by Alter Reiss.

For another very different take of betrayal and revenge in a Lovecraftian world I recommend "NEMO ME IMPUNE LACESSIT" by Michael Shea, and while it is quite different, there the rose garden scene.

New Eldritch Tomes, H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Rice Burroughs James Blaylock

  A few posts back, I spoke of the death of Peter Nicholls the editor of the 1979, The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction. As I was preparing for that post, I took out my tattered edition and leafed through looking at the pictures. Which meant looking for my favourite, a 1937 edition of Argosy with an enchanting Burroughs cover by Emmett Watson. I then decided to see if there was a decent/affordable copy on ABE. I found one and since one of the main drawbacks of ABE is the initial shipping costs, I looked to see if the vendor has other items I could add. I knew from previous purchases that this vendor, Leonard Shoup, tends to carry Weird Tales related material so I did a quick search on Lovecraft. And there they were. I could not resist adding The Lurking Fear and Other Stories and The Shuttered Room and Other Tales of Horror to the Argosy and now all I had to do was wait until the frantic barking of the dogs signaled the arrival of our letter carrier

When I first began collecting, rather than simply buying books randomly, I focused initially on two areas. Lovecraft with the obvious (to me) addition of Arkham House and other Weird Tales authors, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. I chose Lovecraft because I was introduced to his work by a school chum at 15 and enjoyed it.

These two Lovecraft titles would be considered minor collections at best. The stories in the The Shuttered Room are pastiches or stories based on Lovecraft's notes by August Derleth. The Lurking Fear contains what I think I can safely describe as lesser tales, although I have a certain fondness for the wildly illogical The Lurking Fear, with it's warning against the dangers of inbreeding, cannibalism and a subterranean existence. I purchased them for the John Holmes covers, these were among the first editions (now lost) that I owned.

(Both author's works can be considered problematic in their treatment of women and minorities, I posted my thoughts on Lovecraft here

http://dunwichhorrors.blogspot.com/2016/03/the-real-shadow-over-innsmouth-odd.html )

I chose Burroughs because his books filled the used bookstores of my youth and I loved the covers. James Blaylock in his wonderful Burroughs themed novel The Digging Leviathan expressed this beautifully. 

" Edward St. Ives was a collector of books, especially of fantasy and science fiction, the older and tawdrier the better. Plots and cover illustrations that smacked of authenticity didn't interest him. It was sea monsters; cigar-shaped, crenelated rockets; and unmistakable flying saucers that attracted him. There was something in the appearance of such things that appealed to the part of him that appreciated the old Hudson Wasp …,.  Once a month or so, after a particularly satisfactory trip to Acres of Books, he'd drag out the lot of his paperback Burroughs novels, lining up the Tarzan books here and the Martian books there and the Pellucidar books somewhere else. The Roy Krenkel covers were the most amazing, with their startling slashes and dabs of impressionist color and their distant spired cities half in ruin and shadow beneath a purple sky." (17)

Cover by Timothy McNamara (as by Ferret)

Roy Krenkel below

I have to admit this purchase was rooted very much in nostalgia or perhaps immaturity if you like. I have lately found the rise of irrationalism worldwide troubling and some days the world seems unrecognizable. As I get older my reading and collecting helps keep me mentally active, engaged and grounded. The process of aging has been beautifully described by Wendell Berry in his novel (a favourite of mine) Jayber Crow.

 "Back there at the beginning, as I see it now, my life was all time and almost no memory. Though I knew early of death, it still seemed to be something that happened only to other people, and I stood in an unending river of time that would go on making the same changes and the same returns forever.
     And now, nearing the end, I see that my life is almost entirely memory and very little time." (24)

I try very hard to avoid wallowing in memories of the past, and make sure that I read new and diverse works and authors, but I, like Edward St. Ives, cannot resist the occasional winged T-Rex. 

New Eldritch Tomes

The nightgaunt(s) have appeared at our strange high house bearing even more eldritch tomes for this humble branch of the Miskatonic University library system. I can only assume Nodens, "Lord of the Great Abyss" has subcontracted them to Amazon. 

Cover by Jason Van Hollander

I was happy to see Volume Six of the Black Wings series, although I preferred the covers of the previous volumes with their monstrous menacing creatures, vast against the background of star charts. Some good authors here, I am looking forward as always to Caitlin R. Kiernan, as well as the stories by Darrell Schweitzer, Don Webb. I am sorry to see there is nothing new by John Langan or Brian Hodge. Still I expect great things.

Cover by Ken W. Kelly

I have read some excellent mythos stories by Michael Shea, "Coping Squid", "NEMO ME IMPUNE LACESSIT" and "The Presentation"  in DEMIURGE: The Complete Cthulhu Mythos Tales of Michael Shea. So I decided to give this a try

Cover Art by Randy Broecker, Design Michael Smith

I have the Arkham House edition of Inhabitants but this edition from PS Publishing has lots of great extras, including first drafts and August Derleth's editorial responses to the stories.

Cover Art by Randy Broecker, Design Michael Smith

I now have all four volumes of the PS Publishing series of Caitlin R. Kiernen's collected stores.

Cover Art by Richard A. Kirk, Design by Michael Smith

Cover photo Paul Moore

I encountered this novel in a review by Michael Dirda, wow a sequel to  The Night Land, I had to buy this. 

https://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/books/stories-that-are-strange-fantastical--and-utterly-engrossing/2018/04/25/8baf4250-4706-11e8-8b5a-3b1697adcc2a_story.html?noredirect=on&utm_term=.80472055a800

"While one of Iain Sinclair’s own urban fantasies involves the search for a reputed lost sequel to “The House on the Borderland,” Avalon Brantley, who died in 2017, actually produced her own in The House of Silence (Zagava Books). In it she drew additional inspiration from Hodgson’s brooding science fictional quest-romance “The Night Land,” the last published of his four novels. Alas, I haven’t yet had a chance to do more than look at Brantley’s book, but it has already been widely acclaimed a sui generis masterpiece. Earn bragging rights by being the first on your block to read it."

It came with a copy of The Little One about which I know nothing, except the house seems eerily familiar.

Cover photo Dare Wright

New Eldritch Tomes

Well a busy couple of weeks, the additions to my library are multiplying faster that the prodigy of Shub-Niggurath, The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young.

First, I purchased this Penguin addition mainly for the introduction by series editor Guillermo Del Toro, and the notes by S. T. Joshi that include works not covered in either Joshi's Annotated Lovecraft volumes or Klinger's The New Annotated H.P. Lovecraft. The main story I was interested in was of course "Beyond the Wall of Sleep". Cover by Paul Buckley. 

PS Publishing discounted these three volumes of stories by Caitlin R. Kiernan, which originally came out as fairly pricey Subterranean Press editions. I really wanted Caitlin's science fiction stories collected in A is for Alien but could not resist the special offer. I also preordered the PS Publishing edition of her to To Charles Fort With Love. to round out the set. Cover Art by Richard Kirk Cover Design by Michael Smith.  

Then a trip to one of the Fair's Fair used bookstores in Calgary also produced some gems. I began collecting Groff Conklin anthologies after reading Bud Webster's essay on Conklin, see below. In the Grip of Terror was one I have long coveted and I was really happy to see it contained the original (very dark) version of "The Illustrated Man" by Ray Bradbury that appeared in Esquire in July, 1950. Perma Books edition (1951) cover uncredited.

http://www.philsp.com/articles/anthopology_101_02.html

You cannot go wrong with any of the Benson brothers, and I love these Panther editions. Great Cover by Bruce Pennington.

I am always on the lookout for Badger Books after following the Unsubscriber website below. Cover uncredited.

https://unsubscribedblog.wordpress.com/2015/07/05/a-badger-book-on-sunday-with-the-reverend-r-l-fanthorpe-chapter-33/