HPLinks #21.
* New on the Hippocampus Press website, the annual weird poetry journal Spectral Realms No. 22. There are a few ‘classic reprint’ poems as well, including… “a rare poem from Weird Tales by pulpmeister E. Hoffmann Price”.
* In Spanish, a new open-access journal article in the latest Signa: Revista de la Asociacion Espanola de Semiotica. This focuses on discussion of two… “spearheads of genre fiction in our country: Emilio Bueso and Guillem Lopez, [who adapt] the Lovecraftian model to their own distinctive styles and obsessions”. Freely available online.
* In English in the latest edition of the Hungarian journal Patchwork, Escape from Innsmouth and The Shadow over Innsmouth: The Role of The Reader and Player in Postmodern Multimedial Narratives. Freely available online.
* The latest Good Friends of Jackson Elias podcast hosts, as a guest, the author of the new book Ripples From Carcosa: H.P. Lovecraft, Haunted Landscapes and True Detective (2024).
* French blog L’Antique Sentier translates part of the letter from H.P. Lovecraft to Helen V. Sully, 5th March 1935.
* Another 2025 London Lovecraft Festival theatre listing, for At The Mountains Of Madness at the Drayton Arms Theatre, 16th February 2025. Booking now. As yet, no sign of a 2025 programme at the official Festival website.
* Spraguedecampfan has a detailed review of Planets and Dimensions by Clark Ashton Smith. As I blogged last week, a scan of this 1970s book collection of CAS’s essays is now free on Archive.org.
* New from Scriblus, an 8,000-word article on “The Ballantine Adult Fantasy Series (1969-74): An Introduction”.
* Frontier Partisans trails the forthcoming “comprehensive and meticulously curated” 646-page new edition of the Western Tales Of Robert E. Howard. Due from the Robert E. Howard Foundation Press in February 2025.
* Modern Age magazine suggests “It’s Time for a Walter Scott Revival”… “He’s known for his swashbuckling tales but offers much more.”
* Free on Archive.org, Azoth: The Occult Magazine of America (1918-1921). Of possible interest to Mythos writers seeking deep background on the immediate post-war period, which were also the years in which Lovecraft started to write stories again.
* Inverse reconsiders Underwater, a submarine horror box-office flop of a movie. Has major spoilers.
“Five years ago, Underwater did what many Lovecraft adaptations couldn’t. […] The film isn’t adapting any particular [Lovecraft] story, but a dedicated watch reveals details that are intentionally [Lovecraft] lore-consistent”.
* And finally, Beth Murray was a photographer who made a fine set of 1940s views of Providence, which I collected in a blog post a while ago now. Later I found one more from the set, which was later issued as postcards. I’ve now found another card not seen before, showing the Seekonk River near Red Bridge. Small size, but clear enough to suggest that it was still very much a working river when Lovecraft was alive. The river was strongly tidal and salty.
Red Bridge on the Seekonk, Providence, in the 1940s.
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Lovecraft at the Red Bridge: “I was standing on the East Providence shore of the Seekonk River, about three quarters of a mile south of the foot of Angell Street, at some unearthly nocturnal hour. The tide was flowing out horribly — exposing parts of the river-bed never before exposed to human sight. Many persons lined the banks, looking at the receding waters & occasionally glancing at the sky. Suddenly a blinding flare — reddish in hue — appeared high in the southwestern sky; & something descended to earth in a cloud of smoke, striking the Providence shore near the Red Bridge — about an eighth of a mile south on Angell Street. The watchers on the banks screamed in horror — “It has come — It has come at last!” — & fled away into the deserted streets. But I ran toward the bridge instead of away; for I was more curious than afraid. When I reached it I saw hordes of terror-stricken people in hastily donned clothing fleeing across from the Providence side as from a city accursed by the gods. There were pedestrians, many of them falling by the way, & vehicles of all sorts. Electric cars [tram-cars] — the old small cars unused in Providence for six years — were running in close procession — eastward away from the city on both of the double tracks. Their motormen were frantic, & small collisions were numerous. By this time the river-bed was fully exposed — only the deep channel filled with water like a serpentine stream of death flowing through a pestilential plain in Tartarus. Suddenly a glare appeared in the West, & I saw the dominant landmark of the Providence horizon — the dome of the Central Congregational Church, silhouetted weirdly against a background of red. And then, silently, that dome abruptly caved in & fell out of sight in a thousand fragments. And from the fleeing populace arose such a cry as only the damn’d utter — & I waked up …” — Lovecraft to Rheinhart Kleiner, May 1920.