A gift from a college chum back in the 1980s introduced me to the work of H.P. Lovecraft. He gave me his collection of Lovecraft paperbacks, a set published in 1973 that featured the distinctive cover art of John Holmes. Each volume displayed a grotesque head, each more horrific than the last. Though far more handsome and expensive volumes of Lovecraft’s work have been published over the years, the eldritch creepiness of these old paperbacks continues to affects me, and all these years later I still proudly display them in my library.
The Lurking Fear, while being a pretty cool title for a book of horror fiction, is not the premiere story of this collection. Two of these tales are simply outstanding, and I recommend far above all the rest: The Shadow Over Innsmouth, and The Outsider. The first of these in a novella length story, a significant piece of Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos, and a brilliant example of his storytelling at its most mature. The second, a much shorter story, lacks an obvious connection to the mythos, but is a perfect example of terrifying, nightmare logic.
The Lurking Fear: A slaughtered village, a local legend, an abandoned estate on a thunderous mountain, and an investigation leading to stormy, cannibalistic madness
”A burst of multitudinous and leprous life, a loathsome night spawn flood of organic corruption, more devastatingly hideous than the blackest congregations of mortal madness and morbidity…Shrieking, slithering, torrential shadows of red, viscous madness chasing one another through endless ensanguined corridors of purple, fulgurous sky, formless phantasms and kaleidoscopic mutations of a ghoulish, remembered scene”
3 1/2 ⭐️
Dagon: A castaway sailor lands on an island newly heaved up from the ocean floor on which are monstrous monuments carved with hideous depictions of fish-like humanoids. But it was the gigantic thing which emerged from the waves that sent him screaming in mindless terror, and that would drive him toward self destruction by its very memory.
”I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may, at this very moment, be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks.”
3 1/2 ⭐️
Beyond the Wall of Sleep: A fascinating story idea, but the execution of that idea failed to capture me. An unnamed intern in a mental hospital secretly experiments with a criminally insane patient, a mad, hillbilly murderer, to prove that his dreams exists in a wholly separate realm where he is a being of light.
”From my experience I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and incorporeal life, a far different nature from the life we know, and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking.”
3 ⭐️
The White Ship: In this early tale, when Lovecraft was still writing Lord Dunsany type ethereal fantasies, a mystical White Ship which appears only when the moon is full picks up a hereditary lighthouse keeper and sails him through lands of Dream.
”For Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.”
”The Land of Zar, where dwell all the dreams and thoughts of beauty that come to men once, and then are forgotten”
3 ⭐️
Arthur Jermyn: A tale of hereditary, generational madness, traced back a century and a half to the African explorations of the progenitor of the Jermyn house, and the mysterious marriage he made there. Unfortunately, similar to The Horror at Red Hook, this is a story where the author’s reprehensible racism is clearly evident.
”Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer demoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous.”
”If we knew what we are we should do as Sir Arthur Jermyn did, and Arthur Jermyn soaked himself in oil and set fire to his clothing one night.”
2 ⭐️
From Beyond: An ominous mad scientist story. When the protagonist’s friend makes a machine that eliminates the barriers between worlds, the consequences are catastrophic.
”Remember, we’re dealing with a hideous world in which we are practically helpless. Keep still!”
”Indescribable shapes, both alive and otherwise, were mixed in disgusting disarray, and close to every known thing were whole worlds of alien, unknown entities.”
”You see them! You see them! You see the things that float and flop about you and through you every moment of your life!”
”My pets are not pretty, for they come out of places where aesthetic standards are very different.”
3 ⭐️
The Temple: A manuscript, sealed in a bottle and cast into the sea, chronicles the curious madness that afflicted a German U-boat crew, leading to the deaths of its crew and its sinking to sea bottom. Manuscript was written by the boat’s captain (a grossly stereotyped Prussian officer), its last survivor. Though the story climaxes in the discovery of a sunken city and its central temple, this story seems to have no actual connection to the Cthulhu Mythos or the other tales Lovecraft wrote of submerged cities.
”What I have seen cannot be true, and I know that this madness of my own will at most lead only to suffocation when my air is gone. The light in the temple is a sheer delusion, and I shall die calmly, like a German, in the black and forgotten depths. This demoniac laughter which I hear as I write comes only from my own, weakening brain.”
2 ⭐️
The Moon-Bog: A wealthy American reclaims his ancestor castle in Ireland to restore it. But when he ignores the warnings and superstitious dread of the locals and goes ahead with his project to drain the bog on the property said to hide ancient ruins he invites an eerie doom.
”Yet still there came that monotonous piping from afar, wild, weird airs that made me think of some dance of fauns…it would not let me sleep.”
”And upward along that pallid path my fevered fancy pictured a thin shadow, slowly writhing, a vague, contorted shadow struggling as if drawn by unseen demons. Crazed as I was, I saw in that awful shadow a monstrous resemblance, a nauseous, unbelievable caricature, a blasphemous effigy of him who had been Dennis Barry.”
3 1/2 ⭐️
The Hound: A truly macabre tale of a pair of decadent artistic connoisseurs turned grave robbers to build an exquisitely grotesque collection, and the terrible fate they brought upon themselves.
”Our museum was a blasphemous, unthinkable place, where with the satanic tastes of neurotic virtuosi we had assembled a universe of terror and decay to excite our jaded sensibilities.”
”The predatory excursions on which we collected our unmentionable treasures were always artistically memorable events. We were no vulgar ghouls, but worked only under certain conditions of mood, landscape, environment, weather, season, and moonlight. These pass times were to us the most exquisite form of aesthetic expression, and we gave their details a fastidious technical care.”
4 ⭐️
The Unnameable: This clever tale does a lot of work. A writer of weird tales narrates a conversation in a churchyard with a skeptical critic of his writing, as the two sit upon an ancient grave slab. Lovecraft manages to defend his writing and humorously tweaks his critics, all while telling another of his weird tales of the indescribable.
”We know things,” he said, “only through our five senses, or our religious intuitions. Wherefore it is quite impossible to refer to any object or spectacle which cannot be clearly depicted by the solid definitions of fact, or the correct doctrines of theology, preferably those of the Congregationalist with whatever modifications tradition and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle may supply.”
”Common sense, in reflecting on these subjects,” I assured my friend with some warmth, “is merely a stupid absence of imagination and mental flexibility.”
4 ⭐️
The Outsider: A perfect little horror story — a masterpiece of dream logic. The strange, first person narrator has no memories other than always living alone in a crumbling, twilit castle in the middle of a foreboding, dark forest, without companion or caretaker. Determined to see the light that never penetrates, he climbs endlessly the tallest, decaying tower and at its top finds a stone trap door that opens, not onto tower top, but onto the floor of a tomb. Things just get creepier, stranger, and more nightmarish from there.
5 ⭐️
The Shadow Over Innsmouth: The God-forsaken, shunned town of Innsmouth isn’t your typical tourist spot. It and its secretive and ill-favored residents have an evil reputation, and outsiders are not welcome. But our young and curious protagonist is drawn to its strange reputation, charmed by its decaying architecture, and fascinated by its disturbing folklore. That is, until he got trapped there for the night, and then things got dangerously fishy. An exciting and desperate flight for his life ensues. Yet all that pales before what he learns about Grandma Marsh.
”Furtiveness and secretiveness seemed universal in this hushed city of alienage and death, and I could not escape the sensation of being watched from ambush on every hand by sly, staring eyes that never shut.”
5 ⭐️