Yesterday I bought The Library of America copy of Howard Phillips Lovecraft’s Tales, a collection of 22 of Mr. Lovecraft’s most famous stories. The whole collection was selected by Peter Straub, an appropriate individual for the job, if I may say so myself (Mr. Straub also wrote the notes for the collection). It was this collection, several years back now (when I was in college) that first introduced me to H. P. Lovecraft. Much like Everything is Illuminated I found Tales while I was shelving some books, and thought “why not?” A good choice all around.
I have long been a fan of what is considered horror or dark fiction. As a child (I’m sure of mentioned this before) I was particularly fond of John Bellairs who wrote startlingly creepy books for children and young adults. As I got older I moved on to Stephen King (who I know I have mentioned as probably my favorite living writer). I have also long been a fan of Edgar Allen Poe, whom the inside cover of Tales‘ notes as having been a direct predecessor to H. P. Lovecraft’s dark works.
There is much in Lovecraft’s works to admire. He had an uncanny knack at creating a sense of uncertainty. Most of his stories rely on at best a questionable narrator, if not one who is outright unreliable due to the possibility of insanity or some other degree of derangement. While I read some of the stories last night I thought of this fact. As the reader, the audience of the story, it is hard to determine the truth in what the narrators give. You want to believe it because it is what you are provided in the story, and yet these narrators often admit to having slipped into madness and insanity due to the horrors they encountered and often what they describe is too strikingly absurd to truly believe. It is a wonderful conflict which Mr. Lovecraft created.
Then again there is his mythos, the vast dark stories of beings of immense power, which have influenced a great number of other writers since. The Lovecraft Mythos creates a world in which we are all unfortunate victims to the whims of beings so vastly more powerful than ourselves and beyond anything we possess the capacity to understand. These are ancient creatures that lack any regard to the suffering or needs of humanity, they exist for their own timeless purposes and we just happen to occasionally get in their way. They are incomprehensible monsters and yet they have the amazing ability to fascinate us, to make us want to understand even a mote point about them.
The sad thing about H. P. Lovecraft is that he died at a rather young age (he was only 46 years old). One can only imagine that if he had lived longer he might have had the chance to created even more strange dark tales, as well as expand further upon his mythos. Alas it is not so, and we must make do with those works that he created. If you are looking for eerie, dark tales, of the things that go bump in the night, then Lovecraft is an essential read.