Wednesday, December 20, 2017

yule

I no longer celebrate Christmas, but when I was a kid I loved having a Christmas tree--a real one, that smelled like the woods. So it was very pleasant, last night, when Mary and S. T. had me over for din-din, & they had just put up their tree. The first Sesqua Valley tale that I wrote so many decades ago was called "O, Christmas Tree," and although that early first version wasn't very good, my sweet chum Jessica Amanda Salmonson rewrote it and published it in one of her anthologies. It was the first time I saw my byline in a gosh-darn for-real book, & it was exhilarating. 

In ye photo here I am holding ye newest volume in S. T.'s magnificent BLACK WINGS series. I am especially pleas'd with this new volume because it contains a story of mine own that was rejected from another Mythos anthology. I consider the tale, "To Move Beneath Autumnal Oaks," rather good and was surpris'd when it got rejected; so it was very pleasant when S. T. accepted it for a handsome hardcover edition; and now he has accepted it for a reprint anthology to be called THE BEST OF BLACK WINGS, so the story has an extended life. (It will also be reprinted in the trade pb volume, BLACK WINGS OF CTHULHU 6, sometime next year. )

S. T. will be taking a break from editing this series of Mythos fiction, as he is busy writing his memoirs  (!!) and working on several other books, among them a new anthology to be called APOSTLES OF THE WEIRD. For this new anthology, S. T. has accepted a new, major rewrite of one of my more popular stories, "The Tangled Muse." 

Not much else going on. My life is a happy existence of books, books, books. My wild days of being a queer punk exhibitionist are far behind me--I almoft never dress up these days, and have actually tossed out moft of my lipsticks (and, honey, I had a lot of lipstick, addicted as I was of buying any new shade that caught my fancy). Now in my antique years, my one personal identity is that of a writer of Lovecraftian weird fiction--that is the title etched into my soul. 

wishing all of ye who celebrate a Merry Christmas.


Monday, December 18, 2017

Lovecraft and Weird Fiction--ye blogs of S. T. Joshi

S. T. has publish'd a collection of his captivating blogs. It is available at Amazon @ https://www.amazon.com/Lovecraft-Weird-Fiction-Selected-2009-2017/dp/1981745661

Although list price is $10.99, Amazon is offering it nigh for $8.45.
Ye Contents:
Introduction

I. H. P. Lovecraft Today
Lovecraft's Worldwide Fame
Some Lovecraftian Projects
Editing Lovecraft's Letters
The Variorum Lovecraft
Lovecraft in the Media
Some Lovecraft Discoveries

II. Defending Lovecraft
On Roger Luckhurst
Daniel Jose Older and the World Fantasy Award
Laura Miller on Lovecraft
Charles Baxter on Lovecraft
Robert Dunbar on Lovecraft
Paula Guran on Lovecraft

III. On Weird Writers, Past and Present
Unutterable Horror
Work on Lord Dunsany
Work on Arthur Machen
Work on Clark Ashton Smith
Work on Ambrose Bierce and George St6erling
Work for Centipede Press
Work for Hippocampus Press
Work on Ramsey Campbell
Studies in Supernatural Literature
Some Worthy Contemporaries
On Scott Nicolay

IV. On S. T. Joshi
Who Is S. T. Joshi?
S. T. Joshi's Ascending Fame
Black Wings and Other Anthologies
The Fiction of S. T. Joshi
Joshi and Atheism
Varieties of Crime Fiction
Conventions and Other Destinations
NecronomiCon 2013, 2015, 2017
Joshi on Mencken
Some Other Projects
Joshi as Musician
On Book Reviewing
Brian Keene and the Joshi-Haters
Some Personal Matters

V. On General Subjects
Some Points of Grammar
The Horror of November 8
Real and Fake Liberalism

Books by S. T. Joshi
Index of Names

He writes in his current blog: "What I have done is not merely reprint whole blogs, but spliced together individual segments of various blog posts so that the development of a given title or topic are arranged in sequence so that the progress of a given project, or the course of a given discussion, can be read consecutively. This process of editing took quite some time, and I am rather proud of the result. The book contains a whopping 100,000 words and, in my humble judment, contains some of my best and most vibrant writing. It contains segments of some blogs written as recently as last month. The book is available only in a print edition, as I felt it absurd to issue an ebook, given that the material can readily be accessed online."


Monday, December 4, 2017

New Lovecraft Volumes


Four more volumes in PS Publishing's LOVECRAFT ILLUSTRATED series completes the publication of HPL's stories, major and minor, that were publish'd under ye Lovecraft byline. An additional volume is forthcoming of Lovecraft's revisions and collaborations (for which I have penned a new essay). Unlike some of the past volumes, these volumes do not include stories by other authors that are link'd to Lovecraft's oeuvre, nor do they include essays concerning ye tales presented herein. Each volume has a new Introduction written especially for it by S. T. Joshi. Pete Von Sholly has selected all contents and contributed all artwork. 

THE FESTIVAL AND OTHER ABNORMALITIES
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
"The Rats in the Walls"
The Statement of Randolph Carter
The Unnamable
The Silver Key
Through the Gates of the Silver Key (with E. Hoffmann Price)
The Hound
The Festival
The Nameless City
The Rats in the Walls


DAGON AND DIVERSE MONSTROSITIES
"The Shunned House"
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
Dagon
The Terrible Old Man
Facts concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family
The Picture in the House
The Outsider
The Music of Erich Zann
The Shunned House

THE OTHER GODS AND VARIOUS ETHEREAL EFFUSIONS
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
"The Temple"
The Tomb
Polaris
Beyond the Wall of Sleep
The White Ship
The Doom That Came to Sarnath
The Tree
The Cats of Ulthar
The Temple
Celephais
The Quest of Iranon
The Moon-Bog
The Other Gods
Hypnos
The Strange High House in the Mist

HERBERT WEST--REANIMATOR AND KINDRED NIGHT SPAWN
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
"Under the Pyramids"
From Beyond
Herbert West--Reanimator
The Lurking Fear
Under the Pyramids
The Horror at Red Hook
In the Vault
Pickman's Model
In the Walls of Eryx

A Dream That Stays A Dream

It has become pretty clear by now that my dream of writing a book of tales inspir'd by the weird fantasies of Clark Ashton Smith ain't gonna happen. It's not a problem of inspiration, really, but of lost of interest. I just can't be bother'd. I have, over ye years, fear'd that my ability to write fiction was coming to an end; and although that has never actually been the case, it has now been quite a while since I've had any desire to work on something new. Without interest there can be no art. Writing, for me, has to be an experience of pleasure, of delight; & indeed there is nothing more wonderful than to be in that writing "zone" and get carry'd away by my Muse. I certainly have the time to write, because I am no longer employ'd and my time is entirely my own to do with as I wish. But all I wish to do these days is sit in my living room and read books and doze. Perhaps this comes from being 66 years of age and having less energy than ever before. I'm actually not too concern'd about ye whys or wherefores. My basic attitude toward life at this point is to just cherish the experience of existence as best I can and be thankful that I was lucky enough to have a family that supports me, parents that gave me the home in which I spent my happy youth and that now my sister lets me live in for ye rest of my days. 

I am, of course, excited to see my new forthcoming books, because being a writer is a thing that I cherish, and a huge part of the delight of that lifestyle is having a new book published, to be able to hold that actual book n my hand. There seems to be an idea that books are now a thing of the past and that to be an author is mainly a digital experience. I can't accept that idea, and if I thought it was true I would probably stop writing anything and just fade away. For me, to be an author is to have a book published, to have a copy that I can hold and additional copies that I can give as gifts to beloved chums. I promise you, on the day that I get my first copy of AN ECSTASY OF FEAR AND OTHER TALES from Centipede press, I will be holding ye book as I jump up and down screaming in delight. 

Be well, my sweets.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

A Sad Delay


From Leslie Klinger: "...I'm sad to announce that Liveright Publishing/W. W. Norton has delayed publication of my New Annotated H. P. Lovecraft: Beyond the Mythos to Summer 2019. This is partly due to other books in their pipeline and partly because my New Annotated Franksenstein (that they so beautifully published) will still be very much in the public eye during the 2018 bicentennial year. While this delay gives me an opportunity to add some additional great photos to the Lovecraft book (supplied by the tireless Donovan K. Loucks), I had hoped it would be out in late 2018."

This is really frustrating news, because this is the ONE book that I am delirious to devour. The first volume is a tome to which I return constantly, one that has enhanced (unexpectedly) my admiration for H. P. Lovecraft's work and genius. That first volume has never ceas'd to bewitch me. 
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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

in paperback

Black Wings of Cthulhu 5, ye trade pb edition of S. T. Joshi's Black Wings V, is now available from Titan Books for $14.95. This is my all-time favourite series of Lovecraftian/Cthulhu Mythos fiction and one that I am extraordinarily proud to be involv'd with. It's fascinating to see how several different writers, many of whom are not associated with ye writing of weird fiction inspr'd by H. P. Lovecraft, approach this eldritch genre. The paperback series changes the title of the books because Titan seem to have a theory that the word "Cthulhu" helps to move volumes out of ye bookstores and Amazon vaults. I have no idea if this is actually so, & the use of the name in the title is actually an error--because the point of this series is that these are not your typical Cthulhu Mythos stories (and this is emphasized in the sub-title: Twenty New Tales of Lovecraftian Horror). 

Ye Contents:
Introduction, by S. T. Joshi
Plenty of Irem, by Jonathan Thomas
Diary of a Sane Man, by Nicole Cushing
The Woman in the Attic, by Robert H. Waugh
Far from Any Shore, by Caitlin R. Kiernan
In Blackness Etched, My Name, by W. H. Pugmire
Snakeladder, by Cody Goodfellow
The Walker in the Night, by Jason C. Eckhardt
In Bloom, by Lynne Jamneck
The Black Abbess, by John Reppion
The Quest, by Mollie L. Burleson
A Question of Blood, by David Hambling
Red Walls, by Mark Howard-Jones
The Organ of Chaos, by Donald Tyson
Seed of the Gods, by Donald R. Burleson
Fire Breeders, by Sunni K Brock
Casting Fractals, by Sam Gafford
The Red Witch of Chorazin, by Darrell Schweitzer
The Oldies, by Nancy Kilpatrick
Voodoo, by Stephen Woodworth
Lore, by Wade German



Friday, November 24, 2017

another signing & new pets

It's that time again--another signing of signature sheets at S. T.'s house. I hate signings, sorta, because I am so slow compar'd to everyone else. I mean, you shou'd see how quickly S. T. signs a stack of sheets--it's almoft inhuman. And then they all have to sit around and wait for me, ye slow-poke. If I try to speed up, my signature becomes an unruly mess. It's always fun to hang out with these guys, but I'll be glad when ye signing is over. Ye signature sheets are for Black Wings VI--I think...there have now been so many volumes in ye series I've loft count...

Although I don't really mind, I'm always getting "stuck" with animals.My oldest cat, China, was my neighbor's cat when I lived in an apartment. The neighbor had a dog that used to always mess with the cat, and so China began to come into my place through the back bathroom window, which I always kept open so that my own cat could go outside. I moved in with my mother when her disabilities made it impossible for her to live alone, and so eventually China came here as well. Then my room mate got tired of his dog, Lucia, and so he gave her to me. Then a wild outdoor cat on my sister's property had kittens, so I adopted two of them. Now my sister is suffering from health issues and needs to go into a rest home or some such place, and so I am getting the other cat and her big black dog, Thane. So--seven cats and two dogs is gonna be one loaded household. A friend has offer'd to find my sister's cat a home, but I kinda want the wee beast here with her brother and sister. 

Not much else going on. Still unable to concentrate on new writing==sigh...



with Joe Pulver and Laird Barron at MythosCon


Saturday, November 18, 2017

NEW H. P. LOVECRAFT MANUSCRIPT DISCOVER'D!!!



Here is a very old video that shews how excited an H. P. Lovecraft fanboy can get over ye news of a newly-discover'd bit of Lovecraftiana. Ye video ends with a reading of one of my Sesqua Valley sonnets. & since I am digging around in me old catalog of videos, I will also share one devoted to my favourite among Lovecraft's invented daemons.


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

An Itching for Quinn

Strangely, and against better judgment, I find myself tempted to order the first two of five propos'd hardcover volumes of ye supernatural tales of Seabury Quinn from publisher Night Shade Books. I read, aeons ago, all of Quinn's Jules de Grandin stories when Robert Weinberg publish'd yem in wonderful mass pb editions in ye mid-1970's. Many of ye tales made me sneer because, oh man, they were so pulp. Reading them was similar to watching the tv series Buffy the Vampire Slayer--every week there is a "new" monster that just happens to appear in the young woman's home town. And yet--silly as the stories seemed to be as I recall them--I really enjoy'd reading them; & glancing over ye few reviews on Amazon, I see that others really enjoy'd reading the stories as well. Yes, I am going to purchase ye first of the two publish'd volumes, and then next month I'll buy ye second volume. It has been a creative itch of mine, for years, to write my own series of occult detective tales--and I partially did so, in collaboration with Jeffrey Thomas, when he and I invented our character Enoch Coffin. I still feel a wee itch to invent a new character in this tradition. Mine wou'd be a male ghost detective, but he wou'd have an elderly woman as his "Watson" who wou'd accompany him in his investigations and provide various clues that had eluded him. But this is such a mild itch that I doubt I will actually pen such a book. Rather, I think I'll just wait for my Quinn book to arrive and then enjoy such stories by a master of ye form. 




Monday, November 13, 2017

ye storm is brewin'...


Aye, there is a wind storm due later to-day, & I am looking forward to it. We lost power for a wee while last night, but I have a battery-operated lantern--and, I love ye darkness (except when I'm into a really swell book). When the lights are out, I find that it triggers my ability to listen--I hear the storm's approach and effect, the moaning of wind within ye chimney, the soft tapping of outside windsocks pushed against ye window pane. There seems to be a link between my love of storms and my fondness for writing weird fiction--the emotions of both experiences are similar, as is the way they make my imagination work.
      My current reading programme is devoted to ye William Monk novels of Anne Perry. I adore British mysteries above all other entertainment, and a stormy night is the perfect time to get lost in a tale of sinister Victorian intrigue. I dislike moft American mystery series (the few I have try'd) with ye exception of the brilliant Nero Wolfe novels of Rex Stout. I have three William Monk novels on order at Amazon (where at times ye hardcover editions sell for a less expensive price than ye paperbacks). My fondness for the Victorian period comes, I think, from my adoration of Oscar Wilde and Henry James, and for ye stories of Sherlock Holmes. The one modern detective series to which I am absolutely devoted is the work of P. D. James.
     I began my love of murder mysteries with books, but my admiration for ye form was heighten'd by the British telly series, MYSTERY, on PBS. I love to listen to the variety of British accents--indeed, I think I wou'd be much happier living in England than here in ye USA. Since that cannot be, and since I am trapped in this wretched modern era, I turn to books for an escape--and ye finest from from modernity is found within ye pages of an enthralling Victorian tale.
But I can write no more--ye sounds of storm increase, nature is wind-tossed and may soon be rain-drench'd. I must turn off this contraption, this humming computer, sink into my old armchair, and place myself within ye world of William Monk, Victoprian detective supreme.


Wednesday, November 1, 2017

H. P. LOVECRAFT'S "THE UNNAMABLE" --some few disjointed ramblings . . ....

Re: Masters of Horror - Dreams in the Witch-House - trailer




An old video from many years ago, in which I experimented with making a monstrous papier-mache mask out of toilet paper soaked in a solution of flour & water. The novel I discuss writing never happen'd. Alas, I am not a novelist--although I finally collaborated on one with my buddy David Barker, and it will be publish'd eventually by Hippocampus Press.

Monday, October 30, 2017

MAGNIFIQUE!!!


It is here at last!! A stunning collection of Clark Ashton Smith's prose-poems and images of his evocative artwork. Edited and with an Introduction by Scott Connors, and handsomely presented in a sumptuous Centipede Press edition! www.centipedepress.com The volume collects ALL of Smith's prose poems (perhaps the finest penned by any American poet), and includes photographs of hundreds of Smith's sculptures, paintings, and drawings.  The volume is oversized at 7 x 10 inches. This is a signed edition limited to 300 copies. Smith's signature is reproduced in facsimile.
Ye Appreciations & Memoirs section includes essays by Donald Sydner-Fryer, Samuel J. Sackett, Fritz Leiber, William Whittingham Lyman, Emil Petaja, George F. Haas, Eric Butlet, RAH Hoffman, and Ethel Heiple. 
My gawd, looking at this amazing book makesme swoon in ecstasy. I have been planning to compose a wee collection of things inspir'd by the fantasies of CAS--and this book will be a profound source of inspiration. 

Signed, cloth with dustjacket and slipcase: $225 (on sale from $250). 
Cloth with dustjacket and slipcase, unsigned: $200.


Thursday, October 19, 2017

Ethereal Eldritchness!


This is another of ye final volumes in this exceptional series of Lovecraft's fiction, illustrated by Pete Von Sholly. 
Contents:
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
The Tomb
Polaris
Beyond the Wall of Sleep
The White Ship
The Doom That Came to Sarnath
The Tree
The Cats of Ulthar

Some of these stories have been mistakenly referred to as Lovecraft's "dream stories", although ye only one that can perhaps be authentically so labelled is "The White Ship". Of this tale, S. T. Joshi writes: "This story was written in November 1919, shortly after Lovecraft attended a lecture by Lord Dunsany in Boston (October 20) and read several of Dunsany's early volumes of tales. In a letter Lovecraft wrote: 'As you infer, "The White Ship" is in part influenced by my new Dunsanian studies." It is superficially similar to Dunsany's "Idle Days on the Yann" (in A Dreamer's Takes, 1910) in its depiction of a sea voyage where many different lands are visited, but Lovecraft's story has a powerful allegorical element lacking in Dunsany's tale."

These stories are vividly "visual" and will lend themselves superbly to the artistic talents of Pete Von Sholly. I am uncertain when these final volumes in this series are scheduled to be publish'd, but hopefully it will happen before year's end.


Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Ia!! Yok-Sotot!!

Now available for pre-order from PS Publishing!! 
This sixth volume of S. T. Joshi's acclaimed Black Wings series demonstrates as never before how infinitely malleable are H. P. Lovecraft's weird conceptions. The twenty-two stories and poems in this book run the gamut of modes and genres, but each of them is fueled by elements large and small drawn from Lovecraft's inexhaustibly rich corpus of writing.
Cosmicism is central to Lovecraft's imaginative vision, and it oftentimes is manifested in tales of archaeological horror. In this volume, stories by Ann K. Schwader, Lynne Jamneck, Don Webb, and Stephen Woodworth treat this motif in varying and distinctive ways. Lovecraft's work is also infused with a profound sense of place, as he himself was attached to the familiar locales of his native New England but also travelled widely in search of new vistas to stimulates his imagination. Here, stories by Tom Lynch, Aaron Bittner, W. H. Pugmire, and Darrell Schweitzer summon up the landscapes of diverse realms in America to tease out the horrors embedded in them.
Alien creatures are featured in many of Lovecraft's greatest tales. In this volume, William F. Nolan, Nancy Kilpatrick, Steve Rasnic Tem, Jonathan Thomas, and Jason V Brock summon up multiform monsters inspired by Lovecraft's notions of hybridism and alien incursion. The forbidden book theme is deftly handled by Caitlin R. Kiernan, and the notion of other worlds lying just around the corner from our own is the subject of stories by Donald Tyson and Mark Howard Jones. Finally, David Hambling cleverly adapts Lovecraftian concepts to the locked-room detective story.
In commemorating the incredible efflorescence of weird poetry in our time, this book presents poems by four leading contemporary poets--Ashley Dioses, K. A. Opperman, Adam Bolivar, and D. L. Myers. Each of their works fuses skillful use of rhyme and metre with compact evocations of Lovecraftian themes. H. P. Lovecraft's work is likely to continue inspiring writers for many generations, and this volume presents a vivid snapshot of what can be said in this idiom by sensitive and talented authors.

Here's the full line-up:
Introduction--S. T. Joshi
Pothunters--Ann K. Schwader
The Girl in the Attic--Darrell Schweitzer
The Once and Future Waite--Jonathan Thomas
Oude Goden--Lynne Jamneck
Carnivorous--William F. Nolan
On a Dreamland's Mood--Ashley Dioses
Teshtigo Creek--Aaron Bittner
Ex Libris--Caitlin R. Kiernan
You Shadows That in Darkness Dwell--Mark Howard Jones
The Ballad of Aesnath Waite--Adam Bolivar
The Visitor--Nancy Kilpatrick
The Gaunt--Tom Lynch
Missing at the Morgue--Donald Tyson
The Shard--Don Webb
The Mystery of the Cursed Cottage--David Hambling
To Court the Night--K. A. Opperman
To Move Beneath Autumnal Oaks--W. H. Pugmire
Mister Ainsley--Steve Rasnic Tem
Satiety--Jason V Brock
Provenance Unknown--Stephen Woodworth
The Well--D. L. Myers

Here's an old video. Have a Happy Hallowe'en, y'all.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Revisiting ye Revisions

Pete Von Sholly has just accepted a wee essay he invited me to write for a forthcoming LOVECRAFT ILLUSTRATED volume of Lovecraft's revisions. Ye tales included in ye volume ("The Curse of Yig", "Medusa's Coil", "The Horror in the Museum", "Out of the Aeons", & "The Diary of Alonzo Typer") are stories that I have loved for several decades. Interestingly, they are all Cthulhu Mythos stories, and indeed in some we glean new information concerning ye nature of Lovecraft's daemonic creation. I don't think we can correctly call any of these tales "cosmic horror", for ye antique daemons with which they are concern'd appear to have dwelt in ye hidden secret pockets of our globe for aeons. In "Medusa's Coil," a story that is wretchedly tainted throughout with aspects of Lovecraft's racism, we have one of Lovecraft's two portraits of monstrous women (the other appearing in "The Thing on the Doorstep"). Some have bemoaned the fact ye author included so few female characters in Lovecraft's fictive oeuvre, but after my recent rereading of "Medusa's Coil" I think I'm a little grateful that he did not. 



I cannot recall ever having seen an illustrated rendition of Lovecraft's snake-god, and I wholly admire Pete's vision of ye daemon as pictur'd on the book's jacket. Pete's Yig has a vitality and sense of ominous strength. Although Yig itself never appears in the story, his beloved children do--the lethal snakes that emerge in the story's horrifying conclusion. I have few phobias, but a fear of snakes is one of them. Something in their manner of movement utterly creeps me out and evoke shrieks of horror. But it's strange--coupled with this revulsion is a kind of beguilement, as I discover whenever I visit the Reptile House at ye Woodland Park Zoo. Even though my skin crawls and my stomach churns disturbingly, my eyes seek out the slender cold-blooded forms that move with a kind of gracefulness inches from where I tremble.

Really looking forward to reading this 17th volume in PS Publishing's brilliant series of illustrated volumes, each of which is a spectacular celebration of Lovecraft's genius.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

re-reading Wilson


Every few years I re-read Colin Wilson. This morning I began another reading of his novel, THE GLASS CAGE. And, as always happens when I read this novel, it instills within me an ache to pull out my William Blake and return to ye poetry and biographies. I've just gone to Amazon and order'd a biography I've never seen--ETERNITY'S SUNRISE: THE IMAGINATIVE WORLD OF WILLIAM BLAKE, by Leo Damrosch, publish'd just last year. Wilson's crime novel seems extremely literary, and that is one reason I find it so irresistible--I adore books that are written by people who love Literature as much as I do.  Of course, this flimsy paperback edition is a tatter'd old thing, and so I have just order'd a 2nd-hand hardcover copy, & will put off my return to ye novel until that edition arrives. Crime fiction, especially British mysteries, are perhaps my favourite kind of fiction. Although I cannot write anything but horror, I never actually read horror fiction, moft of which I find deadly dull.

Books are Life--literally. I think that's why my very best friends are almoft all writers or editors. I have very little interest in ye cinema, rarely watch telly, and can usually be found in my cozy armchair with a book in one hand and a cup of mild coffee (French Vanilla Cafe) in ye other. 'Tis a good life, aye.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Utterly Weary but Not Suicidal

This is my old pal Olaf the Viking Giant, in his coffin that was display'd at the Jones' Fantastic Museum in the Seattle Center, where I work'd for many years roaming around ye Center grounds in my Count Pugsly outfit. I miss those carefree days, because adulthood, as H. P. Lovecraft once wrote, is proving to be "hell". For ye moment, anyway. Actually, my life has been fairly easy and enjoyable, perhaps because I avoid humanity and stay home with my books and cats. But of late life has been not going so well  [what kind of sentence structure is that...???],and I feel the way that old Olaf looks in that photo--dead and dried-up. I seem to have a tendency to make what shou'd be simple rather difficult. Been having pain in my left foot, and so my sweet chum S. T. drove me to my medical clinic, where they had no clue as to what was wrong. The visit wasn't a total waste cos I got three vaccine shots. I was told to get my foot xrayed and have that sent to my clinic. They gave me a list of walk-in clinics, one if Bellevue and one in Kirkland.  I tried to locate the one in Bellevue but it utterly eluded me during my hour search in heavy traffic. Finally, in frustration, I gave up and returned home. I went to Harborview hospital this morning, hoping they could do this xray of my foot thing and send it to my clinic, but they said not without a reference paper from my doctor. So now I need to figure out how to get an xray of my sore foot before my next doctor's appointment on ye 14th. I guess on Monday I'm gonna return to Bellevue and try to find ye damn clinic one more time. 

Now anyone else I know cou'd do this kind of thing with no trouble; but I am so inept and become so frustrated and confused that such a task becomes next to impossible. It's like I have some severe mental deficiency that makes simple things difficult. My brain is badly wired or some such thing. Maybe this comes from not really living in the "real" world, from which I have rather isolated myself. I've never had to think about my health because, except for a mild heart attack many years ago, my health has been okay. 

So, having to "deal" with this kind of thing is frustrating and depressing and exhausting. It doesn't help that walking is so painful at ye present. Bleh. I hate having to even think about my health and going to doctors and stuff like that--I just wanna stay home, read my books and try to write some new stories. And yet my life is so easy and I have so much to be thankful for, I become embarrassed by these little episodes of "poor me, poor miserable me". I guess we all have our personal difficulties in life, and that is a part of existence. I read a lot of biographies of writers and know that I have it so much better than many of my literary heroes, as far as domestic comfort and such is concerned. So I ain't gonna end my life, because if I did I wouldn't be able to read all these cool books that I MUST READ before I die. This is an age of such Lovecraftian richness that ending existence just cos I'm depress'd or in pain wou'd be a senseless act. Books keep me going.

How strange, to want to express this stuff in public. I think I'll stop and return to my book--DAWNWARD SPIRE, LONELY HILL--THE LETTERS OF H. P. LOVECRAFT AND CLARK ASHTON SMITH.

Shalom.

(here's an old video)

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Ye Complete Audio HPL!!


Nothing delights me more than an excellent audio presentation of H. P. Lovecraft's fiction. I don't mean dramatic renditions, but readings of ye actual texts. Because we live in an age of intense Lovecraftian coolness, we now have been presented with an audiobook of Lovecraft's complete fiction as read by Sean Branney and Andrew Leman. 

For the first time ever. the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society has produced an audio recording of all of Lovecraft's stories. These are NOT dramatizations like our Dark Adventure Radio Theatre--rather, this is an audiobook of the original stories, in all-new, never-before-heard recordings made by the HPLHS's own Andrew Leman and Sean Branney exclusively for this collection. Working from texts prepared by Lovecraft scholar S. T. Joshi, this collection spans his entire career from his earliest surviving works of childhood to stories completed shortly before his death. All tales include original music by HPLHS composer Troy Sterling Nies. This audio bonanza features seventy-four stories, adding up to more than fifty (50!) hours of Lovecraftian listening fun, professionally performed and recorded for your enjoyment.

Due to the massive size of this collection, we are not offering it on CD (it would fill 43 CDs). This collection comes packaged in a custom designed faux library book which artfully holds a custom designed 16Gb USB flash drive containing all the stories in a format that's permanent, portable, and easily added to your audio collection.

The entire collection is also available via digital download--straight from our servers to your computer. No shipping, no texes, just a Lovecraftian bonanza of audio fun. We offer collections where each story is its own file or where longer stories are broken into multiple chapter files. It's approximately 5Gb of audio files, so we recommend you download to a computer rather than phone or tablet. 

For those on a budget, we've also edited our own "Selected Tales of HPL" collection, featuring recordings of some of our favorite stories available via download at an even more affordable price. Enjoy eighteen hours of Lovecraft's "greatest hits" for just $20.00 This collection includes:
The Statement of Randolph Carter
Pickman's Model
The Picture in the House
The Hound
The Call of Cthulhu
The Colour Out of Space
The Dunwich Horror
The Whisperer in Darkness
At the Mountains of Madness
The Shadow Over Innsmouth
The Shadow Out of Time

It's taken us three years to record, edt, mix and master this collection. We hope it will provide Lovecraft fans with a high quality means to enjoy these stories read aloud by professional actors who share their love for HPL's writing.

For more ordering information ye may contact ye company at
HPLHS Inc.
1644 Victory Blvd.
Glendale, CA 91201

or via email at www.cthulhulives.org


Monday, August 21, 2017

nothing can eclipse HPL for moi


I've just return'd from taking Ghostboy to work; & as I turn'd onto my street I beheld a great gathering of souls peering at ye sun. I guess, as I type, ye eclipse is about ten minutes away. I see no effects of it at all here in my dining room, where I have a large "picture window" looking out onto ye street. The sky is a pale blue in hue, and the world is uncannily quiet. So, I am going to celebrate this cosmic event by reading silently from ye cosmic fiction of Howard Phillips Lovecraft. Makes more sense to blast my soul with his nameless fiction than to blast my eyesight staring at that dying globe o' fire. Ia! Ia!!


Friday, August 18, 2017

This Fantastic Series!!


Ye final volumes in PS Publishing's LOVECRAFT ILLUSTRATED series have been publish'd, & they look amazing.

THE FESTIVAL AND OTHER ABOMINATIONS
(198 pages)
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
The Statement of Randolph Carter
The Unnamable
The Silver Key
Through the Gates of the Silver Key
The Hound
The Festival
The Nameless City
The Rats in the Wall

DAGON AND DIVERSE MONSTROSITIES
(160 pages)
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
Dagon
The Terrible Old Man
Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family
The Picture in the House
The Outsider
The Music of Erich Zann
The Shunned House

HERBERT WEST: REANIMATOR AND KINDRED  NIGHT SPAWN
(262 pages)
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
From Beyond
Herbert West--Reanimator
The Lurking Fear
Under the Pyramids
The Horror at Red Hook
In the Vault
Pickman's Model
In the Walls of Eryx

THE OTHER GODS AND VARIOUS ETHEREAL EFFUSIONS
(200 pages)
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
The Other Gods
The Tomb
Polaris
Beyond the Wall of Sleep
The White Ship
The Doom That Came to Sarnath
The Tree
The Cats of Ulthar
The Temple

All volumes use the definitive corrected texts edited by S. T. Joshi and are graced by the stunning colorful artwork of Pete Von Sholly. They are also all hardcover editions with sturdy jackets. Gawd, how I love this series!! Each volume is a nameless festival indeed. To order visit PS Publishing at www.pspublishing.co.uk

Monday, August 14, 2017

Eldritch Mail-call-o'clulu



O, bitches, 'tis a happy day when I gets a parcel from Hippocampus Press!! The stunning volume is DAWNWARD SPIRE, LONELY HILL: THE LETTERS OF H. P. LOVECRAFT AND CLARK ASHTON SMITH. Great Yuggoth--799 pages!! I've been in a real CAS mood of late cos I am trying to begin writing a series of weird tales inspir'd by his fiction for a forthcoming collection. This volume of his correspondence with E'ch-Pi-El will surely assist me in that venture. Another volume of epistles, LETTERS TO C. L. MOORE AND OTHERS, also edited by David E. Schultz and S. T. Joshi, contains an appendix in which we find "Verse by C. L. Moore," "For H. P. Lovecraft" (poem) by Henry Kuttner, and "My Correspondence with H. P. Lovecraft" by Fritz Leiber. I am also super excited about reading ye new 4th volume of H. P. LOVECRAFT: COLLECTED FICTION--REVISIONS AND COLLABORATIONS--A VARIORUM EDITION!!!!!!! Among ye lesser items in this collection is "Fragment" by J. Vernon Shea, a fragment in Lovecraft's hand that was found among the J. Vernon Shea papers donated to John Hay Library in 1963. It warms my heart to see Vernon, who was one of my moft-beloved friends, represented in this series. He wou'd have been so proud.

Okay, I am too anxious to begin reading the HPL/CAS book. All plans for ye day are cancel'd...except for nameless dreaming...


Saturday, August 12, 2017

Look Ma, I'm a Lovecraft "Scholar"!!


Yes, indeed--just got a nice wee royalty cheque--for twenty-three cents!! Damn, makes one feel so...professional...

But I also got my cont. copies of Lovecraft Annual No. 11 -- & my essay on "The Thing on the Doorstep" is ye lead article! That just feels surreal, for I have never consider'd myself any kind of Lovecraft "scholar". Ye essay was originally written for a volume in the PS Publishing Illustrated Lovecraft series edited by Pete Von Sholly; but they were unable to use it and so S. T. grabbed it for his magnificent journal of Lovecraft criticism. Here is ye Contents for this new issue:

Personal Tragedy in 'The Thing on the Doorstep', by W. H. Pugmire
Lovecraft's Greek Tragedy, by Duncan Norris
On Lovecraft's Lifelong Relationship with Wonder, by Jan B. W. Pedersen
Some Philological Observations on 'The Horror At Red Hook', by Armen Alexanyan
New York Culture Shock, and a Glimpse of the Future in "He", by Cecelia Drewer
H. P. Lovecraft in "The Sideshow", by S. T. Joshi
Lovecraft and the Argosy, by David E. Schultz
Aristeas and Lovecraft, by Claudio Foti
"All Things Are Noble Which Serve the German State": Nationalism in Lovecraft's "The Temple", by Geza A. G. Reilly
H. P. Lovecraft's Determinism and Atomism Evidence in R. H. Barlow's "The Summons", by Marcos Legaria
Lovecraft and Arrival: The Quest Apocalypse, by Duncan Norris
Letters to the Coryciani, by H. P. Lovecraft
Sinister Showmen and H. P. Lovecraft, by Gavin Callaghan
How to Read Lovecraft, a column by Steven J. Mariconda
Reviews
Briefly Noted

It's a thick 198 pages and is available for $15. Order info be found at www.hippocampuspress.com

Thursday, July 27, 2017

DARBY OGILL The Banchee and Death Coach (Fan made)




When I was a wee child my pa used to freak me out by imitating the Banshee from this film. I wou'd shriek and lock myself in the bathroom. As a weird author, I still find this daemon extremely effective.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

not yet...


I'm in ye mood to write--yet my mind is void of imaginary content, and I don't know where my pen wants to take me. It doesn't feel like writer's block, because if I had any actual ideas for stories I wou'd be working like a mad thing. One thing I usually do when I am confronted with this situation is try to write poetry, and I think I am going to give that a go once I return from driving Ghostboy to his work-place.

But my big aesthetic yen is to begin writing a new series of Sesqua Valley stories. The more I dwell on my creation, the more it seems an endless source of fictive possibilities. And, strangely, seeing that Twin Peaks has been revived also triggers a desire to revive my own valley. I began writing tales of Sesqua Valley in the 1970s, and it was strange and delightful when I watched a tv series that was inspir'd by the same source--North Bend in Washington State. As a kid I wou'd visit North Bend eery summer for two weeks, staying with my cousins, floating down the river on a tire tube, walking along the rail road tracks, and being hypnotized by the site of that amazing mountain.


My relatives actually climbed the mountain--something I never had ye chance to do. But I could sit and gaze on it for hours; and when I decided to write my own Lovecraftian tales, I knew I wanted to invent an eerie, sinister local--as Lovecraft had done when he invented Innsmouth and Dunwich--and base it on North Bend.

I cannot now remember when last I wrote a story about the valley. It is time to return. There is so much more I can investigate about this supernatural vale and its fantastic inhabitants. Ye time has come to make a serious effort.


Friday, June 9, 2017

to be publish'd in August


This is going to be a fabulous edition! Edited by David E. Schultz and S. T. Joshi, with jacket art by David C. Verba, this limited edition hardcover will be 800 pages and include:
Postcard to Clark Ashton Smith from Annhie E. P. Gamwell;
Lovecraft's review of Smith's EBONY AND CRYSTAL extracted from Supernatural Horror in Literature;
"Treader of Obscure Stars" by Clifford Gessler;
In re exhibitions of Smith's artwork from The Boiling Point;
and the following by Clark Ashton Smith:
[Fantasy and Human Experience]
C. A. Smith on Garbage-Mongering"
[Realism and Fantasy]
[On the Forbidden Books]
The Tale of Macrocosmic Horror
[Crossword Puzzles).

Available now at discount price of $65.00 (eventual price $75.00.

The publication of the fifteen-year correspondence of two...titans of weird fiction, H. P. Lovecraft (1890-1937) and Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961) is a landmark event. This mammoth volume, containing 330 letters written between 1922 and 1937, allows an unprecedented glimpse into the lives, minds, and creative instincts of two brilliant writers who lived a continent apart and never met, but who shared a fascination withthe weird and the cosmic and had the highest regard for each other's work.

Lovecraft initiated the correspondence by writing a fan letter to Smith, who in 1922 was already an established poet. A warm exchange of views ensured; and as Lovecraft gained early success in Weird Tales, he urged Smith to send his poetry to the magazine. Smith, meanwhile, repeatedly read Lovecraft's stories in manuscript, and by the late 1920s he himself had begun to write tales of fantasy and science fiction that found ready acceptance in the pulp magazines of the day.

But the two authors were far more than pulp fictioneers. They held profound and at times conflicting views on the nature and purpose of weird fiction: Lovecraft admitted that he was a "prose realist," whereas Smith claimed that "I am far happier when I can create everything in a story." Their discussions on the theory of the weird tale are some of the most illuminating pages in this book.


Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Re: Lovecraft Film Fest 2007 Promo

St. John Ervine's OSCAR WILDE



This is an amusing old video, methinks, in which I brood a wee bit about an overtly-religious fellow's bad attitude toward Oscar Wilde. I have an opposite opinion, feeling that Wilde's sexuality was one of his greatest assets--but then I may think that cos I love being queer meself. The sin of Wilde, for me, was the way he treated his beautiful, loving wife. To see the effect of Wilde's behavior on his children, we have an excellent book by his youngest son, Vyvyan Holland:
I used to borrow this book over again & again from ye library. I always regretted that my own father was not a man who read many books, except for books by leaders of the Mormon Church. In many ways, my dad was a very good father; but we were so different from each other that I spent my childhood avoiding him. Oscar Wilde was, in many ways, a father that a son could not avoid, although during the "Bosie years" he became very distant from his family.

I became enchanted with Oscar Wilde when I saw him portrayed in the 1978 television series. Lillie. where she was portray'd by Francesca Annis. Peter Egan's portrayal of Wilde in that series fascinated me, and as a result I found every biography of Wilde that I could get my hands on in the library. I found that some local shops sold green carnations for St. Paddy's Day, and thus I bought a few and safety-pinned them to my Oscar Wilde jacket. Wilde has influenced my writer's prose style more than anyone else, I think.

I love the video from LILLIE below--except for ye bloody awful pop song that infiltrates its...




Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Eldritch Kickstarter


Oh, my darlings, I am getting SO excited about S. T.'s new anthology forthcoming from Dark Regions Press! Really great Mythos anthologies are a rare thing, and this is one of ye greatest. And now I have learned that my story, "Pickman's Lazuarus" (a story I consider one of my very finest) will have a new illustration created for it if the Kickstarter campaign reaches its first stretch goal by this Friday (May 19th) night. That has me quivering--for one thing I adore is to see my own weird fiction illustrated. It's a strange thing, but an artist's illustration can bring out an aspect of my own tale that I never fully realized mentally, imaginatively.

To support ye kickstarter, go to
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/chrismorey/cthulhu-mythos-books-from-dark-regions-press/

Whoohoo!
I mean Ia fhtagn!!

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Say Whut?


Been sitting here this morning trying to think of a new story beginning, and I found myself muttering, "I just don't know where to begin. I have nothing to say." And that made me smile queerly and laugh a little. I've rarely, to my memory, thought of myself as a writer "with a message"--I have no special wisdom to impart. I see myself as a story-teller, and if my work has any kind of theme it is that of being an Outsider. Sesqua Valley itself, over ye years, has come to represent ye Outsider motif--something or someone who exist outside of normality. "Normality" is a curious idea as far as human mentality is concerned. I suppose, for me, it means those who never have to stop and think about their place in society, because they fit so snugly in ye system. Yet that seems too simple a concept, and people who seem to "fit in" may indeed be monsters, murderers or rapists. 


For me, being an Outsider came from being a gay child; and I didn't know I was a freak until society pointed it out and punish'd me for it. I liked playing with dolls as a kid, and I wou'd innocently carry one of my sister's small dolls in my pants or jacket pocket when I went to grade school. Instead of being told directly that I was weird, grownups would pull me aside and ask things like, "Why do you do that?" or "Why are you like that?" Being sexually ignorant and innocent, I had no idea what "that" was; I knew only that I was bullied for "being a girl." My father punished me once by pushing me into the bathroom and forcing me toi bathe one of my sister's dolls in the sink. This didn't stop me from playing with dolls, it just made me more secretive in doing so. I'm surprised that dolls don't figure more in my weird fiction. 

So I'm gonna stop trying to think of story ideas and go back to my armchair and read. Later, when it begins to warm up, I'll go outside and do a wee bit of yard work. Or maybe I'll really shock myself and begin writing a new wee thing! Perhaps if I watch a video of when I was in a writing mood it may inspire me! Usually, these days, watching my videos just makes me happy that I am no longer able to record yem on YouTube. I behave like such a goon...