In which our intrepid hero shares some recent experiences of Cthulhiana.

Not much to report at the moment, but since I’m feeling in the mood, I thought I’d acknowledge some of the Lovecraft-related cool stuff that I’ve come across in the past couple of months.

I’ve just finished reading Charles Stross’ Accelerando, and I was delighted to find this reference on pp374-5:

“So, who was the deadhead you were busy with today?” asks Amber.

Rita shrugs. “Some boringly prolix pulp author from the early twentieth [century], with a body phobia of extropian proportions—I kept expecting him to start drooling and rolling his eyes if I crossed my legs. Funny thing is, he was also close to bolting from fear once I mentioned implants. […]

Amber smiles. “I’m glad I’m not processing immigrants these days: Most of them are so stupid it drives you the wall after a bit. Personally I blame the Flynn effect—in reverse. They come from a background of sensory deprivation. It’s nothing that a course of neural growth enhancers can’t fix in a year or two, but after the first few you skullfuck, they’re all the same. So dull. Unless you’re unlucky enough to get one of the documentees from a puritan religious period. I’m no fluffragette, but I swear if I get one more superstitious woman-hating clergyman, I’m going to consider prescribing forcible gender reassignment surgery. At least the Victorian English are mostly just open-minded lechers, once you get past their social reserve. And they like new technology.”

Rita nods. […] “My author sounds like the worst of both. Some guy called Howard, from Rhode Island. Kept looking at me as if he was afraid I was going to sprout bat wings and tentacles or something.”

There are also a few images I’d like to share.

When Chaosium announced their English-language edition of Pegasus Spiele’s Malleus Monstrorum, many fans were apparently concerned that the interior art of the German original might not make it into the English one. Fortunately, it did, and I can see what they were worried about: the art is amazing.

The first image here is my favourite from Malleus Monstrorum—Tintin and the Mythos in one frame. I’d love to get my hands on this manuscript if it really existed—if only to taunt my friend Matt W, Tintin fan extraordinaire, with.

The second image is my favourite Lovecraftian cat macro, not that there’s a whole lot of them. Hell, on the basis of this, I’d be tempted to go out and buy a black cat and name him “Cathulhu”—if only Paul from YSDC hadn’t beaten me to it…

Image three (click to enlarge) shows the relative positions of the sunken continent-city of R’lyeh, from Lovecraft’s The Call of Cthulhu; the co-ordinates that August Derleth gave in his 1952 short story, The Black Island; and the approximate location of the Bloop, an organic sound reportedly recorded by the US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration in 1997.

The final image (also click to enlarge) shows a section of the Great Sandy Desert in Western Australia, from about 10,000 feet. This spot was where Lovecraft placed the subterranean City of the Great Race in The Shadow Out of Time.

And speaking of the Great Race, I really have to pull finger and get myself a copy of The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets‘ latest album, The Shadow Out of Tim. From what I hear, some of the other tracks are even better than “A Marine Biologist”…