here we go then, the last of the three Conan anthologies. Everything in these has been presented in the order they were written (not necessarily published) rather than in any attempt to create a chronology for Conan's stories. I like this for two reasons: Firstly it allows us to see how Howard developed and exactly when he fell into a formula, and when he again tried different things to still make that formula interesting; and because it feels more naturalistic this way, like we're listening to an old bard tell us stories from various points in Conan's life, in a non-linear fashion depending on his mood and disposition.
I noticed something when reading the stories in this order, too. They start out really surprising and fresh. You really don't expect "The Tower of the Elephant" to turn into borderline science fiction by the end, but when it does it just fits perfectly and you just nod and accept it. "The Frost Giant's Daughter" is a moody, atmospheric piece of writing involving a very young Conan on the battlefield. It has no plot to speak of and basically reads like the delirious dream of a mortally wounded warrior. "Queen of the Black Coast" has the qualities one of those sad, heroic songs of old that unites men of different nations and creeds while they quaff ale and prepare to march into the fray. As the first book goes on though you sort of feel Howard settling into his groove and the stories become just a little bit more predictable. They're still loads of fun, mind you, but sometimes I can't remember which snake or which ape goes in which story, and which is the Roman one and which the Arabic one, if you know what I mean. The second anthology largely avoids this problem by being devoted mostly to the novel The Hour of the Dragon. What of this one, then?
By now, it was probably clear to Howard that the Conan stories were very popular items. He was interested in a number of different genres but Conan was a guaranteed sale for Weird Tales. I'm sure some of those lurid covers helped! By this time though, near the end of his sadly curtailed career, Howard is really confident and is able to tell a yarn with style and zeal to spare. Thus, something like "Man-Eaters of Zamboula", while being in many respects a standard Conan romp, comes off really rousing and strong. "Servants of bin-Yakin" might have fit in well with the first book, but the cynical observations about religious institutions and Conan's almost amused attitude about the oracle lifts it above its conventions.
We also have something I alluded to in my review of the previous volume going on here, and that is Howard's detachment from Conan as the main point of view figure in the narratives. This is a really good thing because it well supports the notion of Conan as a sort of primal force of nature. Oh, he isn't, of course; he's a living being with hot blood in his veins who is passionate and at times surprisingly thoughtful, but this brutishness is often what others see in him, sometimes to their detriment as they tend to underestimate him. In "Beyond the Black River" this is taken to its extreme and the result is absolutely one of the best Conan stories, and certainly the grimmest. Conan will get out alive because he's Conan, but you're not sure who else will, and now Conan is a protector, of all things, taking inexperienced men under his wing on the frontier. You wouldn't want to be on that frontier without some kind of protection, if you are a civilized person. This story is basically one of those old-style westerns: it's settlers versus "Indians", with natives replaced by Picts, and a helping of dark magic. The end of this story is really something special.
"Red Nails" is the last written Conan piece, and it's quite ambitious. The decadent, crumbling ancient civilization and lonely city full of strangeness motif has been done by Howard before, but probably never to this extent. The level of decadence on display even reminds me of Howard's contemporary, Clark Ashton Smith, and yes, that's certainly a compliment to Howard as CAS was probably the best writer of the three infamous regular Weird Tales scribes. here we have another Evil Witch Queen, two warring factions culling each other within the deserted promenades and crumbling edifices, and Conan and a female companion caught in the middle. there's even a ray gun at the end! So we're getting into sword and science territory now, a mantle that would later be picked up by Michael Moorcock and Jack Vance with very interesting results.
The same caveats apply here as to the other two volumes and I'm not really going to address them again, except to remind readers that though the Picts are shown to be savages by Conan's time, they were proud and noble warrior peoples at earlier points in Howard's Hyborean Age. This is really the crux of his philosophy of cultures: Each one has its day in the sun, its moment of glory, its rise of empire -- and each must, ultimately, fall into decay and corruption and savagery. It may take hundreds of years, howard seems to be saying, but this will happen to the European peoples, too. I know, it doesn't exactly make it more palletable, but it's worth trying to understand, I think, where the man was coming from.
If you're going to go this route and read all the Conan stories, definitely start with the first book. However, "Red Nails", "Beyond the black River" and "The black Stranger" are all mandatory, and while it's arguably a lesser piece I'm quite enamoured of "Man-Eaters", too.