Canon Fodder is an occasional series in which I write about classic works of horror fiction. This particular part of the series is devoted to the complete published works of H.P. Lovecraft, which I will slowly be working my way through.
Pity those whose sense of self-worth dependent upon the history of people with a particular skull shape.
Continue reading “On “Polaris” by H.P. Lovecraft”Canon Fodder is an occasional series in which I write about classic works of horror fiction. This particular part of the series is devoted to the complete published works of H.P. Lovecraft, which I will slowly be working my way through.
Please forgive this brief divergence from standard format but our chronology has brought us to the point where Lovecraft decided to try his hand at satirical parody. Most collections tend to gloss over these stories as they aren’t particularly Lovecraftian, but I would argue they both deserve attention, if only for what they suggest about HPL’s creative process and self-perception at the time.
Continue reading “On “A Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson” and “Sweet Ermengarde” by H.P. Lovecraft”Canon Fodder is an occasional series in which I write about classic works of horror fiction. This particular part of the series is devoted to the complete published works of H.P. Lovecraft, which I will slowly be working my way through.
The stench bro… the stench.
Continue reading “On “Dagon” by H.P. Lovecraft”Canon Fodder is an occasional series in which I write about classic works of horror fiction. This particular part of the series is devoted to the complete published works of H.P. Lovecraft, which I will slowly be working my way through.
Buddy… I’ve been in this family my entire life and they won’t even let me fuck the corpses of my rich ancestors.
Continue reading “On “The Tomb” by H.P. Lovecraft”Canon Fodder is an occasional series in which I write about classic works of horror fiction. This particular part of the series is devoted to the complete published works of H.P. Lovecraft, which I will slowly be working my way through.
I may be living in a ruin and eating garbage but I’m still better than you miserable peasants.
Continue reading “On “The Alchemist” by H.P. Lovecraft”
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