Another strange find!
Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 10:55 am
Some days ago, oppressed by melancholia of spirit, I faced the stark choice that I would either have to eat wallpaper paste or find a book to read.
A bit later, I put down the screwdriver and recalled that I hadn't visited the local flea market for some time, and we were running rather low on fleas.
I entered the disorderly depths of the shabby emporium with little hope of finding a suitable diversion, but, after all, the wallpaper paste would still be there, so I went on, deeper and deeper into the shelves of remainders and book club editions, where as I trembled in excitement, among the dog eared volumes, squatting malevolently like some venomous thing...............'The Supernatural Omnibus', edited by Montague Summers!
Knowing that many Lovecraftians have had their brains carried off to Pluto under similar circumstances(I've always wanted to visit Pluto) I hurried to the front of the establishment to thrust the pittance demanded into the grubby hand of the somehow sinister cashier and hurried off into gathering gloom, clutching the book to my breast as I would a child.
In a gloomy and fulgent corner of the decaying family manse, surrounded by cobwebs and capering rodents(how they love story time!), I lit an oil lamp and began to read.
Summers, the witch finder himself!, the expert on vampires, werewolves and the Black Mass, a man rumored to have a special commission from the Papacy, to have plumbed the depths of the occult, to be feared by Aleister Crowley himself!, he chose these tales!
Yes, he was a wierdo and a open mouldy-fig, but his taste in occult fiction is not to be faulted.
Here, I found the Dickens recently mentioned on 'Dr. Who' and a truly succulent story by Vernon Lee, "Amor Dure", which could be made into a very shuddersome film.
And I'm not more that halfway through-the wallpaper paste will just have to wait.
A bit later, I put down the screwdriver and recalled that I hadn't visited the local flea market for some time, and we were running rather low on fleas.
I entered the disorderly depths of the shabby emporium with little hope of finding a suitable diversion, but, after all, the wallpaper paste would still be there, so I went on, deeper and deeper into the shelves of remainders and book club editions, where as I trembled in excitement, among the dog eared volumes, squatting malevolently like some venomous thing...............'The Supernatural Omnibus', edited by Montague Summers!
Knowing that many Lovecraftians have had their brains carried off to Pluto under similar circumstances(I've always wanted to visit Pluto) I hurried to the front of the establishment to thrust the pittance demanded into the grubby hand of the somehow sinister cashier and hurried off into gathering gloom, clutching the book to my breast as I would a child.
In a gloomy and fulgent corner of the decaying family manse, surrounded by cobwebs and capering rodents(how they love story time!), I lit an oil lamp and began to read.
Summers, the witch finder himself!, the expert on vampires, werewolves and the Black Mass, a man rumored to have a special commission from the Papacy, to have plumbed the depths of the occult, to be feared by Aleister Crowley himself!, he chose these tales!
Yes, he was a wierdo and a open mouldy-fig, but his taste in occult fiction is not to be faulted.
Here, I found the Dickens recently mentioned on 'Dr. Who' and a truly succulent story by Vernon Lee, "Amor Dure", which could be made into a very shuddersome film.
And I'm not more that halfway through-the wallpaper paste will just have to wait.
