Hmmmm... First off, this book has dick-all to do with Lovecraft except for one bizarre story where Nyarlathotep gets revenge for this woman against her rock star ex (I'm serious). Hahaha. Most of the stories in this collection also, for some reason, had something to do with a broken relationship. That's the most un-Lovecraft thing ever. EVER. The description of the book (I guess what's on the back of the book, I don't know, I have the Kindle version) is almost comically dark and serious.
The stories themselves are pretty much divided into things I loved, things I hated, and things I thought were ok, so, three stars.
Here's a few things.
"The Night is a Sea" by Scott Thomas. Don't know thing about this writer, but the story was fucking awesome. A woman dies in a mysterious "explosion" in a room at the top of her house, but there's no charring and the hole in the roof looks to have been made from the outside IN. And no body. It moves on into great sleuthing and some truly horrific imagery in the end involving heads encased in ice. I will say no more. I will look into Scott Thomas after this.
"Andy Kaufman Creeping through the Trees" by Laird Barron. Laird Barron is about as talented as they come these days, and this story was no exception. The title was very bizarre, especially in a book like this, but the story is just so fucking out there and creepy. I love this guy. He's at the peak of his powers.
"After the Fall" by Jeffrey Thomas. Jeffrey Thomas is my favorite weird fiction writer today, he's just effortlessly (it looks effortless, I'm sure he actually works at it really hard) talented and creative, he's like the Prince of weird fiction, super prolific and almost always the best. This story was aggravatingly short, it starts out GREAT and then goes nowhere. It's like the beginning of a story. I have the e-version so I don't know how many pages it is, but I'm guessing 8 or 10 or so. There's a huge storm around the entire world at the same time, and when it's over, there are these GIGANTIC FUCKING FOSSILS of uber dinosaur/alien/monster things just floating in the sky. That image is just so, FUCK he needs to expand this into a longer story or a novel.
"Anchor" by John Langan. It's called "Anchor" and it's by far the longest story in the book and it's right in the middle, GET IT? John Langan is another of my favorites, and he doesn't disappoint here. John Langan, among current popular weird fiction writers, seems to be the most professional, like technically the best writer. He's so poised and calm and precise, and he tends to write longer stories than average, but everything is in its place and there's no superfluity. This story seems to have a lot of autobiography in it, based on the little I know about his real life, which is kind of fun for readers. This story is so great, and has NOTHING AT ALL to do with Lovecraft by any stretch. Except maybe in the way the story unfolds, through a print source within the story. It's kind of a difficult plot to tell you in a sentence, but it's not really about a giant orange fire bear.
"Grave Goods" by Gemma Files. I know shamefully little about Gemma Files. I know she wrote a few episodes of The Hunger horror show that used to be on tv, and if I remember correctly (I do, I just looked it up), she had this story called "The Emperor's Old Bones" that appeared in some horror compilation or other years ago, that story really really stuck with me, oh my god it's fucking horrific and intense. Anyway, this is only the second story I've read by her, and it's also super badass. It's about some women (one of whom is transgender, I kept thinking that would come up in the story because a little bit of a deal is made about it, but I was wrong. Red herring? Political crap? Who knows?) who are on an archaeological dig and they slowly realize that the bones they are looking at are.... something bad. People who are fucking around in ancient burial grounds in horror stories should know that's never a good idea. Anyway, this story was well-paced, creative, and scary as fuck. Great great great.
"The Well and the Wheel," by Orrin Grey. I only know Orrin Grey from his collection Painted Monsters, which I bought, seriously, because the cover was awesome. I really really like this guy, and I bet I'd become friends with him. Orrin, if you're reading this and you plan on a vacation to Southeast Asia, contact me bro. This story, unlike the other things I've read by him, didn't have a monster in it, but the way the clues are left in the creepy house of the dead (and kind of deadbeat) dad's house, the found photo album/journal, the occult manuals sitting by the chair, the piles of bottled water in the kitchen, THE OLD WELL OUTSIDE, the 28 birthdays, oh man, this was GREAT!!! It was so great!
Those are all 5-star stories. And worth buying the book for, it's not that expensive, and it's good to support these kind of small independent publishers who put out stuff like this today. But be warned, there are some real stinkers in here. I won't say what, other readers can decide that for themselves, but one of them was SO bad I was literally laughing out loud at how pretentious and self-indulgent it was.