I'll probably keep chipping away at this collection for a while longer, or until Howard's style gets too irritating for me to continue reading, so this is mostly a review of the Conan stories which make up the first section of the collection.
I was somewhat surprised to discover that Arnie actually did a pretty decent job at portraying Conan - he really is a bit of misogynistic, two-dimensional thug. I was sort of hoping to be pleasantly surprised and find Conan using his charm and smarts to overcome challenges, but in the stories I've read so far, his typical solution to a problem is to beat the crap out of it with his broadsword.
And Howard's writing isn't exactly great either. Let's just say there's rippling biceps and heaving bosoms aplenty. Howard only know how to color his stories one way: neon purple.
And yet, despite the poor characterization, the thinly veiled racism and chauvinism, and the purple prose, I've found the Conan stories pretty enjoyable. Maybe it's a guilty pleasure thing? Or maybe it's that the stories/plots are actually pretty good. They're certainly not like the sub-tolkien fantasy that seems to dominate a lot of the genre (or did, back when I actually read a lot of fantasy). There's no quest for magical artifacts, or anything like that. And Conan's motivation for getting mixed up in the various adventures are certainly not heroic - he's either in it for the money, or just for the heck of it, cos he fancies a bit of a rumble. Many of the plots had a Lovecraftian feel to them, with Conan stumbling across forgotten civilizations of weird cults.
By no means is Howard a great writer, or Conan a wonderfully realized character, but I can see how he's been quite influential on the fantasy genre, if only as a bit of an antidote to the black and white Tolkienesque fantasy.