I've been diving into the short stories of H.P, Lovecraft this past week. It's transporting me back to 1983, when I first discovered them. Lovecraft's prose is the opposite of Hemingway's. Papa's credo was: "all you have to do is write one true sentence." Hemingway is spare and painfully honest. Lovecraft's work is opaque, overblown, even rococo. Both deal in indirection, but for different reasons. This week I've read:
- The Colour out of Space
- The Call of Cthulhu
- The Dunwich Horror
- The Whisperer in the Darkness
- Dreams in the Witch-House
- The Shadow over Innsmouth
I may move on to the longer stuff: At the Mountains of Madness or (my favorite) The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath.
Anyway... it's good to be back.
