“Say something that means something.”
He shrugged. “Maybe nothing means anything.”
That is a brief passage from the only story in the book (Remnants by Fred Chappell) that has anything approaching a happy ending. This is a dark, dark book, darker than I perhaps anticipated. This book doesn’t just show what happens when Cthulhu and the other Old Ones return, but more often what the world looks like after they return. Often the focus of these short stories isn’t on their spectacular arrival, but rather on the bleak, nihilistic despair that exists once they are back, have clearly and easily won, and humanity in every single instance is doomed (with the stories anything from I think days away till humans are extinct to in at least one story about a decade from total annihilation). In many of the stories they have been back for days, weeks, months, or years; we just follow along with a few desperate survivors, a few fighting back, most just trying to make it to the next morning and the next, pondering what is the point.
This is not to say that the stories aren’t good, some are even excellent, but it is dark. Even in the one story that has something of a happy ending it is for just a few people; humans are still toast, the Earth lost, the Old Ones won.
The readers starts off with “Walker in the Cemetery” by Ian Waston, a bit surreal, a tale of a dwindling group of survivors slowly whittled down by either Cthulhu or some related entity, clearly toying with his victims in a way perhaps a little uncharacteristic for the Old Ones I know and “love.” Lots of talk of different dimensions and localized spacetime phenomena I didn’t think were entirely effective but not a badly written story. “Sanctuary” by Don Webb was wonderfully grounded, a tale of a man named Nate, a Latino man in a primarily Latino town in Texas. Nicely written, I liked the folding in of the physical practicalities of maintaining a working car, finding food, dealing with personal politics in town, but it is all a little bubble of somewhat forced normalcy, for outside the town’s gates are monsters (really liked the take on the beetle race, the next inheritors of the Earth after humans according to Lovecraft). The ending is surreal but makes sense, for people can only pretend things can continue for so long and they can’t really keep the evil and madness out for it is already everywhere. If “Sanctuary” was a bubble of normalcy, the next one, “Her Acres of Pastoral Playground” by Mike Allen, was a molecule of normalcy, the tiniest little mote of Before perhaps possible, with chilling glimpses of the terror outside. “Spherical Trigonometry” by Ken Asamatsu, translated by Edward Lipsett, is set in Japan and deals with a wealthy occultist who commissions a building called the Womb, one without a single angle anywhere, even in the kitchen utensils, all because They can get you from Any Angle. Nicely written, chilling, had a good Twilight Zone type ending. Also quite dark. “What Brings the Void” by Will Murray is a super bleak tale about a government operative, one who can do remote viewing and astral projection, trying to recon a factory operated by nightmarish centaur-like creatures that serve one of the Old Ones. The world is doomed, there is no Sun and Moon, but he fights on. Very dark in more ways than one. “The New Pauline Corpus” by Matt Cardin was not one I really “got.” Near as I can tell, it was the recollections of a heretical madman who viewed God and Jesus as basically being the same as Cthulhu, not only were both terrifying to contemplate but as I understood they were essentially the same thing. “Ghost Dancing” by Darrell Schweitzer gives more of a feel of what it is like to see the return of the Old Ones and deals with classic Lovecraftian cultists, including one who has a change of heart. I rather liked this one. “This is How the World Ends” is the tale of a man who goes to ground in a cave outside of Las Vegas after horrible things happen to the people he was seeking safety and supplies with, people coming to grief from some satisfyingly Lovecraftian monsters. Well written, incredibly dark. “The Shallows” by John Langan wasn’t perhaps on the surface quite as bleak as some of the other tales, but it was well written. It is basically a monologue by a man named Ransom, speaking to an intelligent but non vocal terrestrial crab that follows him around. Much like with the crab, Ransom almost refuses to look at fully the horror around him, tending his garden, only acknowledging the mouthed tentacles that sometimes sprout from the garden as another pest to deal with, telling very grounded, very domestic tales of people the reader soon realizes are deceased, a way to both memorialize the departed but also to live in a past that is now gone. Nicely written, good layers to this one. “Such Bright and Risen Madness In Our Names” by Jay Lake was another good one, centering on a resistance group trying to fight not the Old Ones but where they can strike at them, at the priests that serve them. They know humanity is doomed, maybe a decade left if they are lucky, that if they aren’t killed outright the world is mutating them into something Other, but still they fight on. Another one I liked. Next is “The Seals of New R’lyeh” by Gregory Frost. Still in a dark world of humanity having been defeated by the Old Ones and those who serve them, but a somewhat lighter tone centering as it does on two con men/thieves who are playing/robbing cultists. I liked that a lot, plus the Twilight Zone like ending. “The Holocaust of Ecstasy” by Brian Stableford was absolutely bizarre, a surreal, otherworldly nightmare from start to finish. That’s all I will say about that. “Vastation” by Laird Barron was readable but also somewhat incomprehensible as a whole, involving nonlinear time and nanotechnology. Interesting but the Old Ones were a secondary element. “Nothing Personal” by Richard A. Lupoff was firmly in the science fiction camp, dealing with a Chinese mission to Yuggoth, a newly discovered planet in our solar system (if just barely) inhabited it turns out by Lovecraftian monsters. Very bleak but had an interesting twist. “Remnants” by Fred Chappell was the final story and I believe the longest, dealing with a family surviving in an Old One dominated world, in a little pocket of trees, fields, wildflowers, deer, and trout, on the edges of a Cyclopean City. It has the only somewhat happy ending of the bunch (from an unexpected direction) and made very interesting and innovative use of an autistic character and how such a person’s mind would be perceived by nonhumans, very well done in that regard though I thought the tale overall was a little long.
This is the first book I read since the pandemic started and after I finished the book I had already was reading, my mind turned to books that were apocalyptic or post-apocalyptic. I can’t say I made the right choice, especially since in these tales humanity doesn’t forge some new society nor is there any hope for a civilization will arise in some form that can provide happiness and security. The world ends, people suffer, humanity goes extinct. That is the ultimate outcome of every tale. In some tales the Earth itself is not even going to survive as a planet. These are dark, dark stories, maybe not what I need right now.