The Frontier as Apocalyptic Place: Melville’s Indian Hating Revisited (III)

This is not so much a romanticized introspection into a patron-customer-relation, but rather a justification of a territorial expansion that was still rolling on when Melville and Bird wrote their novel.

Lovecraft never saw the Mississippi. Of course Lovecraft saw the Mississippi, in New Orleans (thanks to Kenneth Hite for the hint!). He never saw [...]

Race in Lovecraft Scholarship (II)

What’s the next best thing to a front page ad in the New York Times? Right you are – a front page appearance in that magnificently expertised blog here…
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There are a few things I would like tap.
First: it’s getting empirical. A little. The tiniest bit. In my last post, I quoted from a Joshi riposte [...]

Did you make that post on, uhm, Hawthorne?

It would be sad injustice, the reader must understand, to claim that I had ever read that piece by the good Mr. Hawthorne, to whose I lecture I now posit a dangerously bold claim. I feel perturbed by the afterthought, the guilt is drilling holes into my literary conscience, but its cloak is shed now [...]

664, 665, hew, where did No. 666 go? – Ah well – 667, 668…

As long as I’ve worked on the apocalyptic in fiction, I’ve always considered it not so much as a set of plot items chronicling various stages of destruction and salvation, but rather a distinct way of giving structure to the plot’s timeline, a part of the story, but not necessarily of the plot. It’s a [...]