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25 Mar

As noted over in the other blog, I’ve just finished a novel I didn’t plan to write, in rather less time than I’ve ever written anything of that size; the working title is Moon Path to Innsmouth; it’s almost certainly the first of a series, length as yet undetermined; and while I’ll refrain from spoilers, the basic concept is that the Elder Gods aren’t the villains they’ve been made out to be—quite the contrary.All those lurid claims of blood sacrifice, sexual depravities, conspiracies to destroy the world?The subject is that standard target for some of the most hysterical diatribes of that age, the nightmare consequences of—gasp! Apparently Sadhu (or Mebes) hadn’t encountered the claim that little boys who masturbate are doomed to go blind and have hair sprout on their palms, for the young man at the center of this little morality play becomes a dangerous raving maniac instead.

I haven’t read Mebes’ book, so don’t know whether this passage is from his pen or Sadhu’s, but either way it’s a fine piece of unintentional comedy.

I noted in a post earlier this year that although I greatly enjoy the fiction of H. This somewhat idiosyncratic response to the Cthulhu mythos, the fictive pantheon of eldritch terrors concocted by Lovecraft and several of his friends and fellow Weird Tales authors, will be on display in an unexpected context next year.

I find his tentacled Elder Gods endearing rather than terrifying, and the vision of reality central to his fiction—the philosophy that Lovecraft scholar S. Joshi has helpfully labeled “cosmic indifferentism,” the recogition that the universe is under no obligation to pay the least attention to humanity’s embarrassingly overinflated sense of self-importance—strikes me as simple common sense, deserving a sigh of relief rather than a shudder of existential dread.

Fortunately, by the time Machen wrote “The White People,” middle-class Englishwomen with sexual and spiritual needs their society couldn’t handle had options that didn’t involve bottles of poison.

One of the most interesting of them has had a remarkable if almost entirely unnoticed impact on occultism—not to mention on horror fiction of the sort Lovecraft wrote.