I realize that not everyone shares my liking for the florid and overwrought prose of the early-twentieth-century fabulist and writer of horror stories H.P. Lovecraft. Now you don’t even have to crack open one of his books — in this parody James Warner captures well the peculiar flavor of Lovecraft’s stories: the hinting at horrors that can’t be described, the fear and paranoia which infects the unhappy man’s ravings, and the suggestions, never fully adumbrated, of evil elder gods which nobody would like to encounter. This piece I found to be quite entertaining:
Thanks go to science-writer Jennifer Ouellette for bringing this piece to my attention.