Henry S. Whitehead obituary

Front page obituary for Henry S. Whitehead: 23rd November 1932, The Evening Independent, St. Petersberg, Florida.

I hadn’t heard before that he was a 32nd degree Mason (therefore, a Master Mason at the height of the Scottish rite), or that he only spent the winters in the Virgin Islands (on Santa Cruz).


Dr H.S. WHITEHEAD
DUNEDIN MINISTER
CLAIMED BY DEATH

FRIEND OF ROOSEVELT, IN LINE FOR VIRGIN ISLE POST, WAS NOTED WRITER, LECTURER

The Rev. Dr. Henry Sinclair Whitehead, 50, author, traveler, lecturer, and probable choice of President-elect Franklin D. Roosevelt for governor-general of the Virgin Islands, died this morning at 6 o’clock at his home in Dunedin where he had been living for the past three years.

Dr. Whitehead graduated from Harvard university in 1904 with President-elect Roosevelt and was his close friend.

Funeral services will be conducted at St. Peter’s Episcopal church this city, Friday afternoon at 2:30 o’clock, In charge of the Rt. Rev. John D. Wing, D. D., Bishop of South Florida, assisted by Chaplain E. A. Edwards, rector of the church, and other clergy of the diocese. Temporary Interment will be made in a receiving vault at the Royal Palm cemetery. Arrangements are in charge of the John S. Rhodes Funeral home.

Dr. Whitehead was well known in this city, having supplied at St. Peter’s Episcopal church here for the past two summers. He is survived by his father, Henry H. Whitehead, 836 27th avenue north.

Dr. Whitehead came to Dunedin from New York City where he was curate of St. Mary’s church, Virgin of New York, for three years. He was also curate of the Church of Advent, Boston. Mass., for three years. In Dunedin be was priest in charge of the Church of Good Shepard.

Dr. Whitehead was born in Elizabeth, N.J., the son of Henry H. Whitehead and Mary McMullen Whitehead, the latter now dead.

Dr. Whitehead also graduated from the Berkley Divinity school of Littletown, Conn., and at one time was rector of the Trinity church of Bridgeport, Conn.

He spent nine winters in the Virgin Islands as acting archdeacon and became familiar with Island customs. Dr. Whitehead wrote short stories, occult fiction, boys’ stories, and several novels, many of them about the West Indies. One of his weird stories, entitled “The Passing of the God” won wide fame in London, England was lauded in a collection of the best weird stories of the world. He also achieved the selected list of the O. Henry Memorial award.

Dr. Whitehead was a member of the American Geographical society of Washington. D.C. and the Author’s Guild of America. He was a 32nd degree Mason and a member of the Harvard club. He was nationally known as a lecturer and writer.

He was an authority on boys’ camps and contributed to the Living Church of the Anglican Communion and the Commonweal of the Roman church.

Although Dr. Whitehead made his living as an author he was well known as an Episcopalian priest and a strong Anglo-Catholic.

His father and friends left this afternoon for Dunedin, accompanied by Chaplain Evan L Edwards, rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal church here.


Walking Tour of Providence

Ryan Norbauer, H.P. Lovecraft Walking Tour of Providence, dating from NecronomiCon 2013. Lovely Web design and large pictures.

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Though I raised an eyebrow over the passing claim that the Providence Athenaeum… “was a favorite reading spot of HPL”. There is no evidence for this, that I know of. Nothing in the Selected Letters, Collected Essays, or I Am Providence. Lovecraft did write the poem “Providence Amateur Press Club (Deceased) to the Athenaeum Club of Journalism” (24th November 1916), but that was addressed to the Athenaeum of Harvey, Ill. (Collected Essays I, p.39). There is only one instance of Lovecraft including the Providence Athenaeum on the tours he gave to visiting friends, for Brobst in 1932. Presumably as an example of unmodernised 18th century architecture still housing its original institution, and of course for the Poe connection.

The Wright stuff

Here’s a picture of Lovecraft’s sometime editor, ol’ Farnsworth Wright of Weird Tales. He was probably a few years into Parkinson’s Disease at that point. Scan via Leigh Blackmore, who has kindly just overhauled Farnsworth Wright‘s formerly weak Wikipedia page.

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Love the idea that there was once an era when a tailored suit could be worn with a flat cap, without people pointing and staring. Bring it back 🙂

Alan Moore On Lovecraft and Providence

“All About Alienation: Alan Moore On Lovecraft and Providence, in The Quietus, the modern online equivalent of the 1980s NME

As an extension of their recent interview, Nick Talbot speaks to Alan Moore about the language and philosophy of H.P. Lovecraft and his upcoming ten-part Cthulhu Mythos [comic-book] work Providence

Here’s Moore on Lovecraft scholarship. I think he has in mind the clear straightforward approach of Joshi…

Providence is […] set in 1919, or at least the first ten issues are, and I have researched the hell out of it. But one of the things I’ve realised, I’ve got about two shelves of just Lovecraft criticism — Weird Realism: Lovecraft and Philosophy; H.P. Lovecraft: The Decline of the West — and it’s changed my opinion of literary criticism […] reading these pieces [of Lovecraftian scholarship] has completely changed my [inverted snobbery regarding establishment academic litcrit language]. Not about all of them, some of them are basically saying very little in as many words as possible, but that is not a fair characterisation of a lot of them.

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Crafting Cthulhu

Echo Station muses on what he wants in a Cthulhu idol

To sum up, my ideal Cthulhu idol would have the following characteristics:

* stylized
* looms outward, or otherwise aggressively posed
* big grabby unfinished-looking wings, possibly posed asymmetrically
* spider-like eyes, but probably not too regular in numbers or symmetry
* extremities not clearly arms or flippers or whatever, but some horrible combination, and skinny rather than [body-builder] buff
* inhuman (probably covered by all of the above)
* intelligent
* menacing

Nuclear Lovecraft

The young Lovecraft goes nuclear…

Radio-activity interested me enough to cause me to obtain a spinthariscope — containing, of course, a minute quantity of radioactive matter.” (Letter to Galpin, 29th August 1918, recalling his boyhood)

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It may have been tiny but it was visible evidence of a discovery that lifted a great weight of despair, from the minds those who had grown up during the Victorian era. I refer to the once prevalent scientific idea of the ‘inevitable’ heat-death of the sun (by some calculations, as soon as in 3,000 years or so). The following quote from 1906 shows that Lovecraft had used the discovery of radium (radioactivity) to shrug off this erroneous model of how the sun worked…

“To this, it must be said that the great body’s [the sun’s] size precludes its cooling at any time within millions of years, and the discovery of an element called “Radium” in its constitution lengthens the epoch to billions, so it may be safely believed that for many generations the sun will continue to exist as a great donor of light and heat.” (The sixteen year old Lovecraft, writing in 1906)

One can see the older ideas about the death of the sun — albeit not in as short a scale as 3,000 years — most clearly in Wells’s famous The Time Machine (1895) in its various forms. On the influence of this theory on Wells and his generation, see Gillian Beer’s “‘The Death of the Sun’: Victorian Solar Physics and Solar Myth'”, in the book Open Fields: Science in Cultural Encounter.


Something vaguely similar pops up in a 1933 Lovecraft dream-story sent in a letter to Dwyer…

“that thing on the table — the thing that looks like a match-box” … “The small object on the table fascinated me intensely. I seemed to know what to do with it, for I drew a pocket electric light — or what looked like one — out of my pocket and nervously tested its flashes. The light was not white but violet, and seemed less like true light than like some radioactive bombardment. […] Finally I summoned up courage and propped the small object up on the table against a book — then turned the rays of the peculiar violet light upon it. The light seemed now to be more like a rain of hail or small violet particles than like a continuous beam. As the particles struck the glassy surface at the center of the strange device, they seemed to produce a crackling noise like the sputtering of a vacuum tube through which sparks are passed. The dark glassy surface displayed a pinkish glow, and a vague white shape seemed to be taking form at its center. Then I noticed that I was not alone in the room — and put the ray-projector back in my pocket.” (from Lovecraft’s “The Evil Clergyman”, Fall 1933)