
Rob have you seen it?
He is really pissed
http://stjoshi.org/news.html"
Talk about shooting yourself in the foot with a bazooka
Mr Joshi made a rather sweeping, all-inclusive statement that is difficult to defend on an a priori basis (that he is the best-versed in Literature while all of us are hicks, and that his opinion of HPL is The Only One That Matters[TM]).
Having said that, Mr Joshi is perfectly entitled to his response and views.
Live long and prosper, as the (late) Mr. Spock once said.

Rob have you seen it?
He is really pissed
http://stjoshi.org/news.html"
Talk about shooting yourself in the foot with a bazooka:
Mr Joshi made a rather sweeping, all-inclusive statement that is difficult to defend on an a priori. Let alone that of literary merit.
Having said that, he is perfectly entitled to his response and views.
Live long and prosper, as the (late) Mr. Spock once said.
Well,..."


Thanks for that clarification, David. It just goes to show how important it is to consider a writer in his milieu. Of course, agendas do change, largely motivated by current concerns (I often wonder at how schizoid our current world is, torn between rampant fundamentalism on the one hand and anaemic political correctness on the other. Strange bedfellows, and all that.)

As late as November of 1936, HPL was still supportive of Hitler, though some qualifications had begun to creep into his writing. (I seem to remember he decided that Hitler's methods were "unscientific," though he still applauded his goals.) Then of course HPL was dead by March of 1937, so this period of enlightened sanity must have been of fairly brief duration.

Coming Soon! LOVECRAFT COUNTRY by Matt Ruff


When, long ago, the gods created Earth
In Jove’s fair image Man was shaped at birth.
The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
Yet were they too remote from humankind.
To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
Th’Olympian host conceiv’d a clever plan.
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.
~ H.P. Lovecraft

As you pointed out, he was the mentally ill product of mentally ill parents. I can loathe the filth he spewed all his life and still feel pity for the poor soul.



Yes, that story, which I've never been able to wade through, is often pointed out as an example of HPL being atypically patronizing, rather than overtly hateful. I've also now seen several "stop picking on Lovecraft" articles that make a big point of declaring NO PROOF EXISTS THAT HE EVER JOINED THE NAZI PARTY.
Now there's something to brag about.

The above is a quote from the article below, and of course the Lovecraft cultists, because that's what they are, would call this critique moronic. Ha.
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014...


People probably don't realize that the poor soul was raised to believe this by his demented mother. I take back what I said earlier about having sympathy for the man. He is not deserving of sympathy. But pity? Definitely pity.

"...the fantasy community cannot embrace its growing fanbase of color with one hand while deifying a writer who happily advocated for our extermination with the other... the lionizing, sugarcoating and kneejerk flurry to defend and silence uncomfortable histories has to stop..."
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014...


"By God, I like the boy!"
~ H.P. Lovecraft (about Adolf Hitler), November 1936
(This was in response to a comment that, like so many in this discussion, mysteriously vanished once responded to.)


When he died he was an almost forgotten pulp writer and almost 80 years later he has been printed in dozens of editions including Oxford, Easton and Library of America Press. I will agree his fiction cannot be enjoyed by many, but so what, so are most things, we don't care. In another 80 years almost all the books by the popular fiction writers of today, ESPECIALLY the writers who consciously wrote not to offend anyone, will be in landfills or untouched in basement library sales. Lovecraft will still be in print, read and enjoyed, just like Wodehouse, Heinlein, Chandler, Kerouac, Conan Doyle, Asimov, Tolkien, and all the other Great Cult Writers. All these writers have cult popularity because they are brilliant. (And many brilliant people still have unforgiving and unpleasant sides of their nature, that's human nature), but that brilliance transcends their work and is why their writings are rediscovered and enjoyed by Every New Generation, - while their critics and their opinions are sneered or laughed at ignored and eventually forgotten.
Lovecraft biggest and most important critic was Edmund Wilson, but most of Lovecraft's readers today don't know who he was or even care. Many readers today don't know who Wilson was or care! Ha! Take that Eddy! You didn't make cult status.
And take that all you smug and pompous critics! I'll let you return to your hysteria

Moreover, Wilson's worst jibes against HPL as a "hack" and a writer whose only true horror was "bad taste and bad art," are considered to be simply wrong. S.T. Joshi, Robert M. Price, and a myriad of other professional scholars who have sprung up around Lovecraft since the late '70s have answered the question of whether or not Lovecraft deserves study on a scholarly level with a resounding yes. And that reply immediately defeats the most misguided claims of Wilson, which are also the worst sticking points for Lovecraftians and the origin of their hostile view of Wilson.
However, is the cursory appearance of Wilson as a butcher of an earlier serious treatment of Lovecraft correct? As with most issues in scholarship, not quite. Wilson has two important other features only touched on by most Lovecraft examiners calm enough to evaluate the 1945 piece by Wilson with a semi-objective lens. Often obscured in the fray of Wilson's place in Lovecraftian history as HPL's worst critic are the good observations he had of Lovecraft. Even less recognized are the slightly prophetic features of Wilson's 1945 analysis: his descriptions of a growing Lovecraftian "cult;" not only an adept description of the Lovecraft Circle at the time, but an indicator of the Cthulhu Mythos known today.
Edmund Wilson continues to be regarded as one of America's greatest critics not just because of his wit and style, but because of thorough treatment of his cases.

'Wilson has two important other features only touched on by most Lovecraft examiners calm enough to evaluate the 1945 piece by Wilson with a semi-objective lens.'


I often find myself wondering if there's a word for this. You know? When someone thinks they're refuting your point but are actually demonstrating it?
This gentleman joined Goodreads on the day what’s-his-name blogged that attack on me. He’s listed no books, added no friends, joined no groups, and posted no comments… except here. Clearly, he’s on a mission to defend the honor of his idol. Nothing cult-like about it. Nope.

I'd be interested to read what's his name's attack on you Robert.

I think the link appears about twenty times in the comments above. Enjoy.


Hah!

“You see them? You see them? You see the things that float and flop about you and through you every moment of your life? You see the creatures that form what men call the pure air and the blue sky? Have I not succeeded in breaking down the barrier; have I not shewn you worlds that no other living men have seen?” I heard him scream through the horrible chaos, and looked at the wild face thrust so offensively close to mine. His eyes were pits of flame, and they glared at me with what I now saw was overwhelming hatred. The machine droned detestably.
“You think those floundering things wiped out the servants? Fool, they are harmless! But the servants are gone, aren’t they? You tried to stop me; you discouraged me when I needed every drop of encouragement I could get; you were afraid of the cosmic truth, you damned coward, but now I’ve got you! What swept up the servants? What made them scream so loud? . . . Don’t know, eh? You’ll know soon enough! Look at me—listen to what I say—do you suppose there are really any such things as time and magnitude? Do you fancy there are such things as form or matter? I tell you, I have struck depths that your little brain can’t picture! I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have

I know. Hilarious. Two thousand words on how obscure and insignificant I am. And yet he seems to be monitoring my blog...
Few things give me more pleasure than having my work praised by a writer I respect and admire. For artists of any sort, there’s a thrill of validation in that. But there’s a similar thrill in being vilified by someone this odious: it’s the highest form of flattery.

Troy's comments reminded me that my favorite cartoonist, Wil Eisner, didn't always portray minorities with grace and dignity. The Spirit's sidekick, Ebony White, was at best, a stereotypical caricature. Nevertheless, he is so highly regarded today that the comic industry's highest award bears his name. Perhaps HPL would have come to his senses and recanted his more unsavory views had he lived long enough.



Just about three months really. Maybe a little longer.

Of course. But the real problem is that legions of people within the genre do not perceive HPL as just some amusingly loony pulp writer from days of yore. (And they use words like 'yore.' And 'ye.' And 'verily.') Unknown in his lifetime and justifiably obscure in the period after his death, HPL was later promoted by publishers and editors with agendas of their own. (I’m sure we can all work out what those agendas might have been.) In the genre of Mary Shelley and Shirley Jackson and Robert Aickman and Henry James and Edith Wharton and Gustav Meyrink… who is venerated?
You guessed it.
“Lovecraft isn’t merely a good writer but a great writer, and anyone who doesn’t agree is an ignoramus.”
As Proust so often said, “Cthulhu fhtagn.”
If I may quote my own blog, people within the genre often "complain about the level of disdain with which they are viewed by the rest of the literary world.” Ever think there might be a reason? To this day, HPL remains a sort of wooden stake driven through the brain of Horror.
"By God, I like the boy!"
~ H.P. Lovecraft (about Adolf Hitler), November 1936
A day will come when the lunatics are no longer running this particular asylum. Ye and verily.

Beautifully put.
Very well put, sir. I concur fully.
Robert, I am happy to break out my shotguns and dynamite in your defense.