At the Mountains Of Madness

Holy smoke, we have the good, the tedious, and the ugly in H.P Lovecraft’s classic novella, At the Mountains of Madness. H. P. Lovecraft published this story in 1936, one year before his death. The good is that this story is very contemporary and most likely would be a blockbuster movie in the hands of Steven Spielberg. Why not make it? Well, what about the tedious? I thought that the visual chroniclization (is it a real word, or did I just make it up?) of the city behind the mountain was a bit too much descriptive writing for me. For example when Professor Dyer describes the rooms in the city, he says, “The prime decorative feature was the almost universal system of mural sculpture, which tended to run in continuous horizontal bands three feet wide and arranged from floor to ceiling in alternation with bands of equal width given over to geometrical arabesques.” Or what about, “But the salient object of the place was the titanic stone ramp which, eluding the archways by a sharp turn outward into the open floor, wound spirally up the stupendous cylindrical wall like an inside counterpart of those once climbing outside the monstrous towers or ziggurats of antique Babylon.”

Besides page after page of descriptive writing about the city, Lovecraft can make your head spin with some of his other prose, such as, when commenting on what Dyer believed to be the extraterrestrial builders (The Elder Things/The Old Ones) of the city, the professor says, “They were the makers and enslavers of that life, and above all doubt the originals of the fiendish elder myths which things like the Pnakotic Manuscripts and the Necronomicon affrightedly hint about.” What? That went way over my head. What about, “The decadent cartouches and dadoes telling this story were, as I have said, the latest we could find in our limited search.” Make sure you have a lexicon nearby. Okay, what about the ugly? Well the ugly is actually good. Lovecraft’s vision of the leathery barrel shaped winged alien life form with five head tentacles and pseudo feet is awesomely ugly. Lovecraft not only has a brilliant imagination, but also sketched his monstrosities. This was a very talented writer and like Edgar Allan Poe wasn’t recognized as a literary giant until well after his death. Okay, lets talk about this scary tale that was originally serialized into three issues of Astounding Stories in 1936.
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The narrator named Dyer (we know he is Professor William Dyer of Miskatonic University from a previous appearance in The Shadow out of Time) tells the frightening story of the school’s funded expedition to the Antarctic Continent. He says that he is telling this story in order to stop any future expeditions to the icy world. Thirty five men leave on two wooden ex-whaling ships from Boston Harbour on 9/2/1930. Here is a sound attribute that I credit to Lovecraft...only four main characters. They are Dyer (professor of geology), Danforth (grad student), Lake (professor of biology), and Pabodie (professor of engineering). It doesn’t get any better than that, just ask Cormac McCarthy (sorry, but I’m a big fan of fewest characters as possible and still have a award winning novel). Once they set up base on the glacier, they find fragments of slate with odd markings. Professor Lake decides to take a small party and head west for a side trip to check out the slate markings. He uses his original drilling apparatus to seek specimens of rocks and whatever only to break into a underground cave. They go down into the cave to investigate. Wow, “Later. Examining certain skeletal fragments of large land and marine saurians and primitive mammals, find singular local wounds or injuries to bony structure not attributable to any known predatory or carnivorous animal of any period.” 
 
Professor Lake finds fourteen barrel shaped monstrosities that are presumed dead (mentioned in the second paragraph of my review). They bring them back to their camp, and Lake attempts to dissect one of them. Why are the sled dogs angry and barking at the specimens? Lake radios his find to Dyer at the base camp. After a wind storm, Lake is never heard from again. Dyer decides to take one of their aeroplanes and fly to the site with grad student Danforth. They find eleven dead, eight monsters missing, six monsters buried, one man and dog missing. The human bodies (including Professor Lake) are mangled with “solid masses of tissues cut out.” Dyer and Danforth fly to a site towards the mountains where they find mountains well over 35,000 feet and a hidden city. As they begin to explore the city, Dyer writes, “...yet the prospect of actually entering primordial walls reared by conscious beings perhaps millions of years ago-before any known race of men could have existed-was none the less awesome and potentially terrible in its implications of cosmic abnormality.” This is where I stop and I haven’t even mentioned the Shoggoths, or the six foot blind albino penguins. If you haven’t read Lovecraft, what are you waiting for? I highly recommend this incredible tale.

RATING: 5 out of 5 stars

Comment: I often wonder what made writers like Lovecraft and Poe so great , yet so unrecognized. Wikipedia says the following about Lovecraft, “No wonder he died poor. Howard Phillips Lovecraft died painfully of intestinal cancer in Providence, Rhode Island on March 15, 1937. He was forty-six years old and almost totally broke. He spent his life eeking out an existence as an author in a genre that rewarded him with neither critical favor nor wealth and fame."

tvtropes.org said, “The best known author of the Cosmic Horror Story and the origin of the Cthulhu Mythos, Howard Phillips Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 — March 15, 1937) is considered perhaps the greatest of all horror fiction writers, rivaled only by his idol Edgar Allan Poe. An antiquarian eremite, he was more fond of books than of people, very much like most of his protagonists. There is, however, no official record of Lovecraft ever encountering anything corporeally eldritch, as much as some fans wish it were all true. To this day you can find at least a half dozen different fabrications of Lovecraft's wholly fictional Necronomicon.

He credited his night terrors while similar to nightmares, they are actually the result of a sleep disorder with providing most of his inspiration; both night terrors and the filmy, oily membrane between waking and sleep factor heavily in his various works."

biography.com says about Poe, “Born January 19, 1809, Boston, Massachusetts, U.S. American short-story writer, poet, critic, and editor Edgar Allan Poe's tales of mystery and horror initiated the modern detective story, and the atmosphere in his tales of horror is unrivaled in American fiction. His The Raven (1845) numbers among the best-known poems in national literature.”

smithsonian.com says about Poe’s death, “Poe's death—shrouded in mystery—seems ripped directly from the pages of one of his own works. He had spent years crafting a careful image of a man inspired by adventure and fascinated with enigmas—a poet, a detective, an author, a world traveler who fought in the Greek War of Independence and was held prisoner in Russia. But though his death certificate listed the cause of death as phrenitis, or swelling of the brain, the mysterious circumstances surrounding his death have led many to speculate about the true cause of Poe's demise. "Maybe it’s fitting that since he invented the detective story," says Chris Semtner, curator of the Poe Museum in Richmond, Virginia, "he left us with a real-life mystery."

There is little doubt that these two writers are Hall-of-Famers!

The famous photo of H.P. Lovecraft: