This was the second 'Arkham Horror' tie-in book I've read, the first being 'The Last Ritual'. I had previously read three of the novellas, and found them all fun, but of less than convincing quality. The Last Ritual surprised me with how much I liked it, with a few caveats: that some of the horror felt a little 'spookhouse', and the actual details of the paranormal scheme didn't entirely make sense. It lacked the masterful, imaginative flair for true 'cosmic horror' that made Lovecraft the genre-redefiner he posthumously became.
Mask of Silver feels much the same. I was entertained by the characters, enjoyed being with them, and was convinced enough by the author's knowledge of the period (as far as I, a non-expert could tell). Yet, by the time I got to the very end, I was not wholly aglow with the sense of having experienced a fantastic, perfect finale.
Mask of Silver, for those in the know as to Lovecraftian lore, would seem to be suggest a fabulous idea on its surface; to blend the story of haunted/paranormal play 'The King in Yellow' with the all-new rise of silent films. If one finds oneself questioning "Movies? They had those back then in 1920?" this book answers such questions and more, giving a very coherent image of silver-screen, silent hollywood. It feels perfect for a further reason, that perhaps an 'evil movie' could take place in such a time, where movies seemed to be made by bands of cowboys, making things up as they went.
As perfect as the premise seemed, and as much as I liked the narrator and the film crew tasked with making the film that might spell doom, much of its promise seems to go unfulfilled.
Much is made of the narrator's relationship to the lead starlette of the movie, who is secretly her sister. When it became revealed that the evil film centered around two sisters who would become unwitting tools in the emancipation of a great evil from its imprisonment, I braced myself for a twist to occur; but barely anything was made of it.
Odd contrivances peppered the story; the script-writer seemed to be descended of sorcerous lineage, with the power to bring to life things she wrote in her scripts. The house in which the movie was being filmed seemed possessed of a will, and magical power, to compel and manipulate its inhabitants. Both of these elements were wholly separate from any supernatural workings of the sorcerous nature of the play as it was being filmed.
As for the unveiling of a 'mystery', it felt less like a slow knitting-together of clues, and more like the narrator simply needed to become spooked enough to take the advice of everyone in town, who never wasted a chance to tell her 'Go talk to the old professor at the university, she'll tell you the plot!'
Then, last of all, the 'grand finale' felt lacking in that unique 'punch' that a lovecraftian story, or any monster story, ought to have with the final reveal of its villain.
I want to like Mask of Silver more, because on the whole it was pretty 'neat' getting to go on a ride with a 1920's movie crew, knowing at the end of the car trip there would be some cosmic fireworks. But when the car stopped, instead of a whole firework show all we had were a few sparklers and some snaps. But on the way there I learned a little bit about 1920's filming, so that was pretty fun.