Eternal Lovecraft: The Persistence of HPL in Popular Culture

"Und hier — Azathoth!" In this anthology, eighteen contributors offer stories cast in their own interpretations of the enduring and expansive mythos of H. P. Lovecraft. Harlan Ellison, Stephen King, Fritz Leiber, Ron Goulart, Robert Charles Wilson, and others revisit Lovecraft’s world of ancient evils, forbidden knowledge, cosmic entities, and humanity’s precarious place in an incomprehensibly larger universe. The collection ranges from direct extensions of the mythos to parody and more oblique variations on Lovecraftian horror, demonstrating how readily his peculiar imaginative universe could be adapted to other voices and settings. Publisher: Golden Gryphon Press Year: 1998 Editor: Jim Turner Format: Hardcover with dust jacket, under mylar Pagination: 411 numbered pages Binding: Dark teal buckram over boards, gilt lettering on spine. ISBN: 9780965590174 CONDITION: Good to very good, ex-library. Mylar cover, spine label, library stamps. Some bleed-through of adhesive along the hinge of the front paste-down. Pages clean, binding sound. Jacket bright. Approximately 3-inch area of discoloration to rear pastedown, as shown in the photo.  The heading at the top of this catalog page is extracted from the (fictional) "Great Invocation" or "Große Beschwörung" attributed to the (invented) scholar Friedrich von Junzt. The invocation ostensibly appears in his oft-cited (imaginary) book, Unaussprechlichen Kulten, also known as Nameless Cults or the Black Book, a work whose lore has been woven deeply into the Lovecraftian Mythos. Here for your reading pleasure is the invocation in its entirety, as appears in the front matter (page vii, unlabeled) of this item where it serves as epigraph for the entire collection: Iä! Furchtbar gähnt der düstre Abgrund, welch ein Graun! Das Auge wähnt in einen Höllenpfuhl zu schaun! Wie dort sich Wetterwolken ballen der Mond verliert von seinem Schein! Gespenst'ge Nebelbilder wallen, belebt ist das Gestein! Und hier — Azathoth! Retten Sie mich!  fliegt Nachtgevögel auf im Busch! Rotgraue narb'ge Zweige stricken nach mir die Riesenfaust! Iä Cthulhu! Iä Cthulhu! Erschein!