Good ideas and conversation. No ads, no tracking. Login or Take a Tour!
- On occasion, Lovecraft reaches the plane of Oscar Wilde’s Picture of Dorian Gray and Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Telltale Heart.” But too often his claustrophobic, hysterical narratives barely achieve the level of a Texas Chain Saw Massacre movie: “For two hours he waited with the doctor in the oppressive house where fear and miasma were slowly gathering as the empty panel in the upstairs library leered and leered and leered.”
The last part of the article makes Lovecraft sound as though he wanted fame, but mostly he just seemed to be escaping in to his imagination. I'm sort of glad he's dead. Meeting him would probably be the most underwhelming and disappointing thing to a young female minority.