" It is new, indeed for I made it last night in a dream of strange cities: and dreams are older than brooding Tyre, or the
contemplative Sphinx, or garden-girdled Babylon" The Call of Cthulhu

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Boo!!


“The dismembered limbs of dolls and puppets are strewn about everywhere. Posters, signs, billboards, and leaflets of various sorts are scattered around like playing cards, their bright words disarranged into nonsense. Countless other objects, devices, and leftover goods stock the room, more than one could possibly take notice of. But they are all, in some way, like those which have been described. One wonders, then, how they could add up to such an atmosphere of…isn’t repose the word? Yes, but a certain kind of repose: the repose of ruin.” 

Songs of a Dead Dreamer, Thomas Ligotti







Sunday, October 27, 2019

Wilum Hopfrog Pugmire May 3. 1051 - March 26, 2019

  Some weeks ago I received a catalogue from a bookseller I have been dealing with for over 30 years. The first things I purchased from him (he had a table at an antique show I think ) was Frank Belknap Long's The Rim of the Unknown with a wonderful Herb Arnold cover, my wife also purchased all five volumes of Lovecraft's Selected Letters for my birthday. I have purchased many other things over the years and always scan his catalogue eagerly when it appears though I rarely buy Arkham House as I have a number of the less expensive ones and some of the others are beyond the parameters of my pension. He had a copy of The Mask of Cthulhu  which I discussed in the post below. But again I resisted the urge to spend that much.

https://dunwichhorrors.blogspot.com/2019/07/new-arrivals.html



But a copy of The Survivor caught my eye, it seemed more fiscally approachable. I had always been indifferent to the white and purple Ronald Clyne dust jacket until now. Also the stories were Lovecraft Derleth "posthumous collaborations" written after Lovecraft's death. Which are now considered a bit gauche in some circles. A brief summary of these works can be found at this link.  

http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/derleth.aspx


But now the dust jacket seemed totally appropriate to the strange haunted landscapes of these stories. When I began reading Lovecraft I was in elementary school and made no distinctions between the works of the master and the collaborations and pastiches that followed. The first works I read, borrowed from a friend were Ballantine editions with the John Holmes covers. The first book I owned however was a "posthumous collaboration"  a Ballantine edition  of The Lurker on the Threshold with a rather strange cover by Murray Tinkleman, that my mother gave me for Christmas, sadly I did not keep my early copy when I found a Arkham House edition. Then I read the words (Donald A Wollheim's copy), stamped in the back. That Wollheim, early SF fan, Futurian, author, editor and the founder, which his wife Elsie Balter Wollheim, of DAW books.  I ordered The Survivor right away. While I waited, I hate waiting, I had a book which I knew discussed the controversy about August Derleth's contributions to the mythos.  So I pulled out A Look Behind the Derleth Mythos: Origins of the "Cthulhu Mythos" by John D. Haefele. I am still working through the book but it was the introduction by mythos author Wilum Hopfrog Pugmire that held my attention. 





"I have always considered the book’s title story one of the finest Lovecraftian tales that I have ever read; but I was a little doubtful about the rest of the book, because I entered Lovecraft fandom in the early 1970s, at a time when there was a growing amount of anti-Derleth sentiment. I was at the time far more a Cthulhu Mythos fanboy than a pure Lovecraftian. As a Mormon missionary in Northern Ireland, I had been influenced by my correspondence with Robert Bloch to read weird fiction, and the first titles of Lovecraft that I picked up were used paperback editions found in wee bookshops. Upon returning home from my mission, I read Derleth’s original edition of Tales of the Cthulhu Mythos (still, for me, the finest Mythos anthology) and Lin Carter’s Love- craft: A Look Behind the Cthulhu Mythos, the combined reading of which convinced me that becoming an established Mythos author was my destiny. I loved the Mythos, but I had been taught that Derleth’s tales were sub-literary dreck, and that the posthumous collaborations were a criminal act. "

and 

"Thus, in early 2011, I picked up my Arkham House edition of The Survivor and Others, determined to read the stories with fresh eyes and unpolluted mind. I was no longer a clueless Cthulhu kid; I was a sixty year old man who had dedicated decades of his life to writing Lovecraftian weird fiction. I read the first story and was confirmed in my long-held opinion that it is excellent. Carefully, slowly, I read the other tales in the book, and after reading a story I would comment on it in a YouTube video. My opinion of the book was now completely my own, and I found it quite wonderful. It was, in some ways, a shocking experience. I was so ready to confirm my opinion that “The Shadow out of Space” was nothing more than a pathetic rip-off of Lovecraft’s “The Shadow out of Time.” It was nothing of the kind. "

from Pugmire's introduction to A Look Behind the Derleth Mythos, Origins of the "Cthulhu Mythos"  by John D, Haefele.

In an earlier post I discussed how much I enjoyed reading Caitlin R. Kiernan lovely reminiscence concerning her first experience with the works of H.P. Lovecraft in her new collection Houses Under the Sea from Subterranean Press. The first book she encountered was (1965) Arkham House edition of Dagon & Other Macabre Tales.  

http://dunwichhorrors.blogspot.com/2019/10/new-eldritch-tomes.html

She notes that 

"I discovered not only the title story, but such dark gems as “The Hound,” “The Strange High House in the Mist,” “The Lurking Fear,” “The Doom That Came to Sarnath,”"



She goes on to say

"at the time, I had no idea that that were far from Lovecraft's best stories. and it would be several years yet before I'd figure that out...,"


Kiernan is correct The Hound,” “The Strange High House in the Mist,” “The Lurking Fear,” all seem to be considered minor tales, but they are among my favourites as well. These two introductions have helped remind me that any work or author that is well known will attract an ever expanding ring of critical  accretions, good and bad. In the end however we should not allow this veritable critical shoggoth to devour the work itself. The stories themselves should remain the property of the girl on the Trussville, Alabama school bus, the Mormon missionary in Northern Ireland, or the geeky kid in Windsor Ontario.

I had read some of Pugmire's stories in the past so I began a more systematic search though my anthologies and the internet for more of his work. It was only then I learned that Pugmire had passed away in March of this year at the age of 67 not that much older than I am. Pugmire's friend S.T. Joshi has offered an extended remembrance of his passing. His blog does not offer separate links so you have to scroll down to the entry for March 31, 2019.


http://stjoshi.org/news.html

March 31, 2019 — My Friend, Wilum Pugmire

John D. Haefele discussed it here.


Since then I have read and enjoyed more of Pugmire's work and purchased a number of his books with plans for a couple more. I will be looking at some of his stories in future posts. Here however I want to thank him for his introduction to Haefele's book. Pugmire gave me back my early enjoyment of Derleth's work as well as his own wonderful stories, and when I look thru my copy of The Survivor I will think of him as well as Wollheim. 



Cover/Photo Credits:

Photo of W.H. Pugmire by Michael J. Contos, from back cover of The Strange Dark One

A Look Behind the Derleth Mythos: Origins of the "Cthulhu Mythos"s ,cover by Leo Grin

The Doom That Came to Sarnath, cover by the wonderful Gervasio Gallardo

Monstrous Aftermath: Stories in the Lovecraftian Tradition, cover by Matthew Jaffe, design Barbara Briggs Silbert

 The Strange Dark One: Tales of Nyarlathotep, cover by Jeffrey Thomas

The Fungal Stain and Other Dreams, cover by Richard H. Knox

Monday, October 14, 2019

Two by Tonso: The Testament of Alexander Fletcher & Last Rites


"To flee from the unspeakable, as some of lesser mettle have from time to time suggested, and take refuge in the craven surrender of madness or the complacent ignorance of a new Dark Age may be acceptable behavior for those who lack the strength of will to take up arms against what at first might seem a sea of insurmountable troubles; but even should his defiance prove in the end to be in vain, a man of fortitude can, at the very least, demonstrate to those who insist upon troubling such as he that they had best be prepared to deal with the inevitable consequences," The Testament of Alexander Fletcher (1)

Today I want to look at two stories by K.M. Tonso, "The Testament of Alexander Fletcher" and "Last Rites". I will note that K.M. Tonso is a pen name for Gaèl Baudino, an American writer with several series of fantasy novels to her credit. The very fact that I am writing about these stories indicates that I found some merit in them. I will use this post to explain why. It was only after reading "The Testament of Alexander Fletcher" recently that I remembered that I had read "Last Rites" some years ago. I rated it as ok at the time. I had some reservations then, which I will discuss below.

I do want to look at "The Testament of Alexander Fletcher" first, however. I read it in The Worlds of Cthulhu, edited by Robert M. Price. The plot of the story unfolds as a fairly standard mythos tale. Fletcher is a British academic born in Dorset, England. His area of study is the influence of the mythical civilization of Leng on the Sumerians. He is about to deliver a lecture on his completed research, which will ensure his graduation and possibly a post at the university. Then he will marry his fiance Florence, but disaster strikes when a few days before the lecture, he collapses. After several hours Fletcher awakens. But he is not well; he has lost some motor skills, and his speech is affected. His fiance Florence is summoned, but after seeing Fletcher, she claims he is not the same man and flees never to return. Fletcher does deliver his lecture, but his claims are so outlandish and wild that his academic career is ruined. At the time, he was largely unconcerned and he embarked on three years of travels around the globe, visiting strange cults and libraries housing collections of forbidden books. Then having returned to his parents' home, he constructs an unknown device in their shed. Things come to a head when a strange man of foreign mien is seen to breaking into the shed. There follows a great deal of noise and smoke. When the family investigates the device is in ruins, the notes Fletcher has kept during the last three are burning in the stove and he is unconscious on the floor. The first thing Fletcher does when he wakes up is ask for Florence. It seems he has no memory of the previous three years.

Fans of the work of H.P. Lovecraft will observe similarities to his story, "The Shadow Out of Time". In this story, the mind of Nathaniel Wingate Peaslee, a lecturer at Miskatonic University, is displaced by that of a member of The Great Race of Yith. The alien then spends five years using Peaslee's body to research Earth, especially several strange cults. Meanwhile, Peaslee occupies the body of the alien located in an unknown city in Earth's distant past. Like Fletcher, Peaslee awakens only to find he has been abandoned by most of his family with his reputation in ruins. But while Peaslee quietly tries to rebuild his life, Fletcher wants revenge. And just how you can be avenged on a race of sentient cone-shaped plants that lived 250 million years ago is the substance of the tale. 

The second story by Tonso that I want to discuss is "Last Rites" which appeared in The Madness of Cthulhu edited by S.T. Joshi. This is the story of a student at Miskatonic University named Alf (Alfred?) Marsh and his advisor Dr. Paul Dyer. It is only when Marsh turns to the study of geology that Dyer warns him it is a perilous subject, mentioning his father, William Dyer. Intrigued Marsh does some research and learns about the Miskatonic University expedition to the Antarctic and the discovery of the Elder Things, Shoggoths and the Mountains of Madness. He also learns that William Dyer's claims have been disproved by the Starkweather-Moore expedition some years later. Not only were there no Elder Things or Shoggoths, but the mountains themselves had disappeared. ( I have to admit the geological shenanigans required to accomplish this were the basis for my reservations the first time I read this story). Whether this is a sign, I have matured or regressed, I am not sure. But now I acknowledge that if I wanted scientific rigour, I probably would not be reading about strange prehuman cults, winged extraterrestrial cucumbers and massive protoplasm steam shovels run amok. The knowledge that this ruined Dyer senior's career does not dissuade March for the study of geology. Eventually, he and Dyer become colleagues and housemates. They specialize in the study of oceanic geothermal vents, and it is this study that leads them to a very unusual reunion. 

I would now like to make some general remarks about Tonso style in these stories. It is somewhat mannered and convoluted, and some sentences require rereading. Especially in Testament, her vocabulary can be a bit unusual or archaic; the word sputum appears both stories, for example. Perhaps it could be a deliberate attempt to skirt parody in specific passages.

"That my praxis resulted in real, perceptible, and physical effects I could not deny, and it was with a mixture of elation and disgust that I regarded the results of my first operations: elation because I knew that I had now come into possession of the key that would unlock the means of my revenge, "The Testament of Alexander Fletcher  (151)

I do want to mention that Testament is a revenge drama in the best tradition of the weird tale, and some might, for that reason, find it unpleasant. All I can do is point you to the stories of the father of the Weird Tale, Edgar Allen Poe and let decide for yourself. I think Tonso is also channelling H.P. Lovecraft in the story. 

Fletcher, for example, notes he is not proud of his actions. But excuses them because the many of the cultists that fall prey to his machinations are described as inconsequential vagrants, mere gypsies and their families, ill-mannered foreigners, not only those who might have added in his dislocation but their mates and mewling spawn as well. I am pretty sure this is parody folks. One thing that interested me is that Fletcher eventually came to contrast his reaction to his experience with the response of Peaslee. 

To some extent, the concept of revenge may also inform "Last Rites", but what attracted me to the story was the friendship between Dyer and Marsh, the invocation of mood in the portrayal of the life of academic bachelors. "But it seems now that I have once more followed in my mentor's footsteps, for the house is again empty and still, furniture settled in like brown smoke, curtains drawn, the kitchen, the study, the laboratory and my bedroom the only areas that see use." (213)

What attracted me to these stories? I will say I liked them better upon rereading. I think it was the fact that for me, they fell comfortably within the long continuum of not just the mythos tale but the weird tale in general. They were based on two of Lovecraft's best-known works but presented me with me a new focus or interpretation. I felt Tonso had troubled over the writing of them, matching vocabulary, sentence structure and characterization with the mood she wished to convey. I enjoyed them.

I started this post with the opening paragraph of "The Testament of Alexander Fletcher "  I suspect that passage alone should be enough to interest most H.P.L. fans


Saturday, October 5, 2019

New Eldritch Tomes

I have been waiting for this collection of Caitlin R. Kiernan's mythos tales from Subterranean Press for quite some time. As I noted in an earlier post, she provides a lovely reminiscence concerning her first experience with the works of H.P. Lovecraft in the introduction.

Lovecraft and I
Oh, where to start. 
"I’ll begin here, with the day I first encountered H. P. Lovecraft. Oddly,  I found him in Trussville, Alabama on a yellow school bus. I was seventeen years old."



I have to admit I have always been iffy on Lee Brown Coye's cover for the (1965) Arkham House edition of Dagon & Other Macabre Tales until now. Now after reading Kiernan's introduction, I treasure it. And I will be reading "Dagon" again with new eyes as well.




And how could I resist. The contents are listed at the following link.