Capitalism Meets Lovecraft
27 August 2022 – Liverpool
Okay, I’m not quite in Liverpool, but I was. Mind you, one annoying thing that happened was that I went into the Cavern Club only to discover that it wasn’t the ‘Cavern Club’ it was the ‘Cavern Pub’. I guess I got a bit confused because it had the same branding as the ‘Cavern Club’ in Adelaide. It turned out for the better because the ‘Cavern Club’ is actually a full on band room, which means that you have to pay to enter as opposed to simply walking downstairs into a basement and ordering a beer. Mind you, how am I to know since I’m not a Liverpudlian, and the guys outside one could have simply been lying because they wanted me to pay money to go into their club, which probably wasn’t the Cavern Club (it was). Anyway, my recommendation would be that if you don’t like the Beatles then it is probably best to avoid that part of Liverpool because they happen to be playing Beatles songs on repeat.
Anyway, onto this short story that I read this morning while on the train to Liverpool, and sitting in a couple of pubs as well. It is basically a story about how this guy from the United States returns to his ancestral home in Ireland. The reason he does so is because he learns that there is an old peat bog there, and decides that he wants to drain it and mine the peat. Lovecraft clearly states that he is one of those people whom doesn’t like to see land go to waste, so he wants to get as much money from it as possible. The problem is that none of the inhabitants particularly like the idea, to the point that they all decide to leave. So, like any good capitalist, he decides to import labour to do the job.
Mind you, it is a pretty serious thing to up and move out of your home, though having some ignorant capitalist come along to mine a haunted swamp for its peat is certainly something that will no doubt scare the bejesus out of the inhabitants. Obviously they know more about what is going on than out capitalist protagonist. Mind you, considering that this is a Lovecraft story, I’m not really all that sure if the word protagonist applies, particularly since he is about to go an do something really stupid, and that is draining a swamp that probably shouldn’t be drained.
I would suggest that this story has an environmental message, but I don’t think it is as sophisticated as that. Rather it more comes across as one of those stories that probably explores more about disturbing things that really shouldn’t be disturbed, but also ignoring the concerns of the locals. As is typical in a Lovecraft story, bad things end up happening. I guess this is one of those things, and that is that we should learn to listen. The problem is that it comes down to the question of who we should be listening to. My thoughts is that we should listen to experts, though unfortunately there are a lot of people who claim to be experts, and aren’t. In this situation, we know who the experts clearly are, but sometimes it isn’t all that the case.
Mind you, I’ve know plenty of people who speak utter rubbish during my life, and the problem is that you can’t necessarily correct them, namely because they hate being corrected. I suspect that that is what you would call a narcissist. Mind you, some of these people simply aren’t convincing, others of the are actually pretty convincing. However, in the end, it really does come down to not only considering these people’s expertises, but also doing your own fact checking.