At the Mountains of Madness (1936), HP Lovecraft

There was an odour…. 

William Dyer is a university professor at Miskatonic University and this is his report of the expedition he lead to the Antarctic and the unexpected discoveries his team uncovered. His first communications to the outside world are full of exciting finds and praise for his men and their dedication. As the expedition continues, however, there are horrific accidents, missing team members and puzzling evidence of a past civilization that doesn’t make sense on the timeline of evolution. So traumatized are he and his men over the events they witnessed, he would have preferred to forget all that took place, but when he finds out another expedition is forming he hopes a more detailed description will discourage them. 

His report begins soon after the company arrives in Antarctica. Once the team settles into base camp an advanced party, lead by Professor Lake, sets out in a transport plane bringing equipment that will allow the team to take core samples in the heretofore unexplored wilderness of Antarctica. Sled dogs are also brought for transportation over the icy surface as are all kinds of tools for scientific and geologic sampling. With each sighting of mountains or other geologic formation Lake relays back to Dr. Dyer who then communicates the findings to the University.  

In the first communications are descriptions of a mountain range higher by tens of thousands of feet in elevation than any known in other parts of the world with a geological formation that looks as if it was carved by human hands. When organic life forms are found and taken out of the layers of ice, Lake decides to dissect them. With each new discovery pulled from their icy resting place, the dogs became more and more agitated until a special compound has to be built for them away from camp.  

There is no consensus between Lake and Dyer if the forms are vegetable or animal in origin, but as Lake continues his dissection he discovers more and more of a complex internal design exciting both men. Suddenly, however, all communication from Lake ceases. After several hours pass in silence Dyer mounts a search party. 

Anyone who knows the tropes of science fiction novels, short stories or the set-in-the-Antarctic B movies of the 1950s and 60s knows what is going to be found at the camp of the missing party, because nothing good ever comes of an expedition to the Antarctic! Monsters? Aliens? Organic life deformed by a nuclear chemical accident? A small party goes out to explore and they all go missing? Dogs trying to give warning that something is off kilter, but are ignored, or worse, put outside?  

When Lake signs off for the night covering up the “creatures” after hours of dissection the suspense has been building up to this moment. He’s already described how the warmth of the air compared to the temperature underground has made the specimens more pliable. He describes a smell generated by the specimens and the annoyance of the barking dogs. Spoilers of all kinds swirl around through each passing page. You know what is going to happen. So what keeps you reading? 

The story telling. The dangling-the-carrot of possibilities of horror that are obvious and in plain sight. But it is in the details of the almost breathless manner in the way he writes Dyer’s communication of his findings that Lovecraft excels. It is his incredible imagination coupled with a solid understanding of science, anthropology, geology and a flair for conveying the fantastic that brings Dyer’s discoveries of this ancient civilization to compelling life once he finds the murals and sculptures that tell the story of the Old Ones who populated the land long before the known historical record. And by bringing in what IS known of the historical, the geological and the geographical record Lovecraft creates both a realistic understanding of the “authorized” version of evolved life and the challenge to that with these new discoveries. There is enough interest and great story telling not to deter the reader from continuing on this journey even though experience in the genre and pure common sense has you shouting, “don’t split up” or “the dogs are trying to tell you something” or “put those life forms back where you found them and bury them deep!”

RESEARCH 

The paintings of Nicholas Roerich were an influence on Lovecraft’s descriptions of the mountains Lake discovers.

I discovered Lovecraft had a life-long interest in the Antarctic and even as a child wrote stories based on books he’d read about the region. He followed the Byrd expedition which occurred just before he wrote the novel and he may have been influenced by the partial Antarctic setting of Poe’s novel, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket. Having done his own research of the continent and knowing how little was explored, gave Lovecraft license to use his already active imagination to create a sophisticated singular epic tale of the already mysterious and inscrutable Antarctic. 

The ceaseless five-pointedness of the surrounding architecture and of the few distinguishable mural arabesques had a dimly sinister suggestiveness we could not escape.

The tremendous significance lies in what we dared not tell–what I would not tell now but for the need of warning others off from nameless terrors.

The beings seem to have had no trouble in adapting themselves to part-time residence under water; since they had never allowed their gill systems to atrophy.

These were the Great Old Ones that had filtered down from the stars when earth was young-the beings whose substance an alien evolution had shaped, and whose powers were such as this planet had never bred.

The Case of Charles Dexter Ward (1941), HP Lovecraft

…he was never a fiend or even truly a madman, but only an eager, studious, and curious boy whose love of mystery and of the past was his undoing. He stumbled on things no mortal ought ever to know, and reached back through the years as no one ever should reach; and something came out of those years to engulf him.

I had a lot of trepidation toward this book. H.P. Lovecraft is often called a ‘master of horror,’ a genre I do not enjoy. But when the opportunity came up to choose a Rhode Island author through the Reading New England Challenge, I decided to take the plunge and picked Lovecraft’s, The Case of Charles Dexter Ward.

Reincarnation—-Alchemy—-Calling in Demons and Spirits—-The Slave Trade

The story concerns young Charles Dexter Ward who begins innocently enough to research a 17th century ancestor, Joseph Curwen, but becomes so caught up in the work that it is obvious to all around him he has gone too far. And soon it looks like Charles begins to actually become Curwen, through reliving his life as a mage and master of the black arts of Renaissance magic. Charles finds Curwen’s journal and papers, learns the rites and rituals, the formulas, the chants, and he learns of his trafficking in slaves who were kept for unimaginable purposes. Charles spends several years traveling throughout Europe in search of obscure manuscripts and books and to study in secret with other masters of this lost art.

He also learns Curwen met a violent end when his neighbors had enough of his odd behavior, the odors and otherworldly sounds that came from his house, the changes in weather, the depressive and ghostly feelings that emanated throughout the town and the many suspect incidents surrounding him forcing the men of the town to confront him. On that fateful night, they marched to his home, but whatever it was they saw in his house it caused some to go insane and the rest such fear no one ever spoke of it.

One hundred and fifty years later his young relative Charles Dexter Ward, who bears a striking resemblance to Curwen, after researching his life and himself learning the rites and rituals of the alchemic mage comes across Curwen’s ashes and is able to reanimate him. But Curwen kills him and resumes his evil life as well as pretending to Charles’s family he is their son. However, his personality, his handwriting and vocabulary are so archaic that he is deemed insane and is placed in a mental institution. It is only after Charles’s life-long physician Dr. Willett, who has never lost hope he could help Charles get through his insanity, the truth of this horrendous mystery is solved.

But what is the horror? While there are nebulous descriptions of human torture, repetitions of magical incantations that leave Charles’s parents and servants scared and concerned, Dr. Willett’s absolutely harrowing escape through the laboratory of alchemy, descriptions of evil presences that leave traces in rooms, so little is actually detailed. We are taken on this journey throughout multiple centuries with hints, generalizations and whatever our imaginations can create. The blood and gore is vague, what the ‘organic creatures,’ who have been living in the bowels of the lab for centuries really are with their howls and sounds of pleading, is not so much horrifying as it is mysterious. Lovecraft gives just enough information to make you want to know more, to keep going with the story in hopes something concrete will explain everything.

This is the kind of horror in our minds, what we create from what we think someone is saying. Like Shirley Jackson’s, The Haunting of Hill House where the horror isn’t of the concrete monster-type or of blood and guts flung about, but is determined by how active is our individual imagination. There is so much power in words, so much power in tiny suggestions that scare us in our own minds that subtlety is all that is needed to make the reader see the absolute worst.

I am not sure if this way of story-telling was intentional by Lovecraft or just the way I received it, but it was very effective and in the end, I was left with so many questions and that ache to know more. Which means this story was successful, because that one untied string or element left unsolved keeps me in the story, keeps me in the mystery.

Well done, Mr. Lovecraft, you just made a new horror convert…or at least, a new Lovecraftian!