Sex, Drugs, and Hideous Alien Gods

[sharplittleteeth]

People think of the Cthulhu Mythos as being all about the tentacles and the unpronounceable names.

And it's true that H. P. Lovecraft appears to have had a a traumatic experience in a seafood deli at an impressionable age.

But while I love hideous alien gods with octopuses for heads as much as the next person, it's two other things that keep me coming back.

The first is the utterly bleak existential despair. Lovecraft's horror stories have no truck with the comforting little Christianity of, say, Dennis Wheatley, where the forces of good battle the wiles of the Devil with all the politeness of an English village cricket match.

No. The horror in Lovecraft's tales comes from his understanding that we are ants, lost in a vast and uncaring universe. And there are forces in this universe that are so vast and strange and indifferent to us that if we try to think about them too hard we will go insane. There is no God to protect us. The only reason these hideous cosmic forces have not destroyed us yet is because they are having a little nap.

The other reason I love the Mythos is the 1920s.

Lovecraft was my gateway into the Roaring Twenties. It's because of him that I read Evelyn Waugh's Vile Bodies and T. S. Eliot's The Wasteland. And then you research a bit deeper, and find the Surrealists painting away in Paris, and Howard Carter uncovering the tomb of Tutankhamen, and Clara Bow having hideous stories printed about her sex life, and Freud's psychoanalysis entering mainstream medicine.

And dancing through it all you have the Bright Young Things, the generation that invented the generation gap, who invented sex and drugs and Negro music. Desperately gay, desperately trying to forget the horrors of the Great War.

That's what I love about writing Mythos stories. You can draw on all of that. The cephalopod stuff is strictly for the tourists.

Which is a long-winded way of pointing you at this: my friend David Conyers is writing introductions to the stories in the Cthulhu's Dark Cults book he edited. (Disclaimer: Yes, One of my stories is in that book too.)

The first is on John Goodrich's "Captains of Industry", which is about the bloody battles between strikebreakers and unionists in 1920's Boston. There's a short extract in David's article. Within the first paragraphs we not only have unionists preparing for battle with the strikebreakers, we have the Pinkerton Detective Agency and a Russian socialist in there too.

I'm looking forward to reading it. And we haven't even touched on the tentacles.

Comments

[greylock.livejournal.com]

People think of the Cthulhu Mythos as being all about the tentacles and the unpronounceable names.

Only people who haven't read any.

[greylock.livejournal.com]

Also, is this it?
http://www.booko.com.au/books/isbn/9781568822358
It appears to be.

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

That's it. Not sure why Shane Jiraiya Cummings is listed as the author: he has a story in it, but it was edited by David Conyers.

[greylock.livejournal.com]

You should get it on Book Depository. Then I can buy it.

[frou-frou.livejournal.com]

Lovecraft made a lot more sense when I discovered, a few years ago, that he suffered from Night terrors. The torment, sense of powerlessness and futility and life in a dark and alien world all became very understandable, and I now know why they speak to me too, more than any other horror writer. H.R. Giger was also afflicted and his dark visions share something with Lovecraft's.

[davidconyers.blogspot.com (from livejournal.com)]

David's story "Perfect Skin" is great. It is set in Istanbul, and features a certain cult that first appeared in the Call of Cthulhu role-playing game, Horror on the Orient Express.