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You have August Derleth toI’m not a Lovecraft Mythos expert, but it’s a really neat world to be exposed to and look at because my goodness there is a lot of history behind all that.
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You have August Derleth toI’m not a Lovecraft Mythos expert, but it’s a really neat world to be exposed to and look at because my goodness there is a lot of history behind all that.
You have August Derleth toblamethank for the transfiguration of The King's nature in literature. Lovecraft, like many of his contemporaries, had no qualms about outright lifting from the works of people who inspired him, but The King In Yellow wasn't called Hastur before Derleth. I personally deeply dislike Derleth's contributions, ESPECIALLY transforming TKIY into Hastur. He made the eldritch very organized when he codified categories like Outer Gods and Elder Gods and did dumb shit like making Nyarlathotep the main villain of the mythos. He singlehandedly started the de-mystification of Lovecraft's work in an effort to get his beloved friend's stories out to a wider audience.
There's a poll. We vote for a book and then read the winner, one per month.Is it okay if I only read one of the books?
The alt history dump at the start had me chuckling atSpoiler: Repairer of Reputations
Ah I was mistaken in the assumption that by having to make two votes we were trying for two books in a month. Looks like Hyperion is the popular choice by a mile though.There's a poll. We vote for a book and then read the winner, one per month.
One of the best books I've read, lfgThe vote has closed, and Hyperion is the winner!
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Not surprising considering how beloved Hyperion is, I’m sure we’re in for a treat.
Oh yeah, that’s some good shit.That inlet to severe magnificence
Stood full blown, for the God to enter in.
He enter’d, but he enter’d full of wrath;
His flaming robes stream’d out beyond his heels,
And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire,
That scar’d away the meek ethereal Hours
And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared,
From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault,
Through bowers of fragrant and enwreathed light,
And diamond-paved lustrous long arcades,
Until he reach’d the great main cupola;
There standing fierce beneath, he stampt his foot,
And from the basements deep to the high towers
Jarr’d his own golden region; and before
The quavering thunder thereupon had ceas’d,
His voice leapt out, despite of godlike curb,
To this result: “O dreams of day and night!
O monstrous forms! O effigies of pain! …
Fall!—No, by Tellus and her briny robes!
Over the fiery frontier of my realms
I will advance a terrible right arm
Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel Jove,
And bid old Saturn take his throne again.—
… I will not be denied!”