Out of all the complaints that could be garnered to Lin Carter, there is one thing that is difficult to deny. This guy can write, and he writes beautifully. He knows what makes Lovecraftian horror so abysmal and frightening to our fragile minds, and in some of these stories he exercised these ideas with great talent. Here’s a quote from my favorite piece in this whole compilation, The Horror in the Gallery, which is also one of my favorite works of Cthulhu Mythos literature:
”We are not dealing with gods or demons or supernatural forces, my boy—clear all that mystical rubbish out of your head! Whatever the so-called Old Ones are, and whatever the nature and extent of their powers, they are neither divine nor infernal. And, surely, there is nothing of the supernatural about them. I have found that it helps to conceive them as extraterrestrial creatures, the former inhabitants of other planets or star systems, who came here ages ago and who now slumber in the far places of the globe in something akin to suspended animation, as with Cthulhu, himself for instance. Alhazred speaks of this monster as ‘asleep and dreaming’. This is a decently accurate description of a state of vitality in stasis, when you consider that Alhazred lacked the proper scientific terminology to describe such a condition. And let me also point out that highly intelligent though these creatures are—to have been able to traverse somehow the immense stellar distance—they are not remotely manlike and suffer from none of the limitations of our own fragile and short-lives fleshy habitations. We have considerable evidence to suggest they are not even composed of the same kind of matter as we are, and share few, if any, of our senses. This normal lifespan, perhaps, is to be measured in geological epochs, rather than in the biblical three score and ten.”
The above is an absolutely perfect description of the nature of Lovecraft’s alien gods. That our fragile internal perceptions cannot completely process the alien external reality is such a haunting, undermined concept in modern Mythos fiction. I’m elated that Carter had a grasp on human’s nature in attempt to understand things they truly don’t understand because we are set-back by our severe limitations. Who’s the advanced race now, mortal earthlings?!?
So with commendations this high, why only 3 stars?
Because most of the other stories in this collection are so redundant and boring. Most of them follow a typical formula of the 25-35 year-old white Protestant male discovering something he probably shouldn’t have discovered, doing research into cryptic, obscure tomes, and then steadily loses his sanity. It got to be such overkill after a while, I am now believing that these were pastiches and parodies of Lovecraft’s work. Still very dry to read.
Another problem: Lin Carter was heavily influenced by August Derleth. Derleth had an affinity for taking Lovecraft’s gods, labeling them into designated categories, and associating all the gods with an element. Carter pushes this concept to the max, even going as far to verify that the reason Cthulhu and Hastur are not compatible is because Cthulhu is a water elemental and Hastur is an air elemental.
What. No.
You cannot do that.
You can’t go out of your way to give us an example of how these gods are too alien to understand, and yet assign to all of them the typical Greek concept of “the four elements”. I am so confused by this reasoning...or should I say attempt at reasoning something that we cannot reason with? You said this yourself Mr. Carter! Admittedly, this contradictory nature you present to us in this book is truly a homage to August Derleth, so if that your intention, um...Kudos, I guess.
All the stories in this collection are tied together by the worship of Cthulhu and his three ‘sons’, which is revealed through manuscripts and old tomes to our poor bastard main characters over a period of time, who also interconnect with each other. It’s like reading a really jaundiced novel with multiple perceptions and encounters, though admittedly after a while they all start to become indistinguishable.
If you’re a hardcore, and I mean, HARDCORE Mythos fan, chances are you still probably won’t get quite a few of the references in this book. Carter is like a friggin’ walking Cthulhu Mythos dictionary. He references so many worlds, characters, authors, deities, and scholars that have been written into the Mythos by various people over the years that if it weren’t for Robert Price’s educational, insightful, hilarious introductions, I would have been completely lost.
Though I have a fair share of criticism, I still recommend this, especially for The Horror in the Gallery (originally published as Zoth-Ommog) and The Bell in the Tower (A tale started by Lovecraft that was never finished, which Lin completed several years after Lovecraft’s death).
Still a talented and influential writer. I look forward to reading Robert Price’s biography on the man’s life and his contributions to modern cosmic horror fiction.