Mossberg Shotty said:
Ok, so to get the ball rolling, H.P. Lovecraft was an author of several famed horror stories that lived in the early 20th century.His work was apparently beloved by many, and it still holds great influence in today's culture. For those who don't know, he's probably most famous for creating the Cthulhu mythos.
But first, a bit of backstory: I'm a highschool student, and a fan of literature. A few of my favorite movies/books/games have been refered to by friends as "Lovecraftian", such as Amnesia: The Dark Descent. That sounded like a recommendation to me, so I went to my local bookstore and picked up a compilation of his stories, of which there were dozens. I should probably point ou that I don't fancy myself reviewer, but I still wanted to share my thoughts with the cultured denizens of the escapist!
The reason this is a first impressions, rather than a full review is because I couldn't will myself to finish the entire book. It's just not very good. The three (arguably most famous Lovecraft stories) that I read are:
1. The Rats in The Walls.
2. The Call of Cthulhu.
3. The Dunwich Horror.
I'd have suggested The Colour Out of Space, The Music of Erich Zann and/or (especially) The Shadow Out of Time over The Dunwich Horror/Rats in the Walls; but, that's besides the point really.
Mossberg Shotty said:
It's unlikely that alot of people share my opinion, but his writing just isn't good. His manner of story-telling is fatally flawed and I'm surprised it has reached the stature it has. He never offers a shred of characterization to the narrator, or main character. It impossible to emapthize with someone who's in a frightening situation when you know absolutely nothing about them, and they only serve the purpose of furthering the flimsy plot.The accounts are always (at least in the three examples listed above) retrospectively, so you're already aware that no harm befalls the "main character".
And the the accounts are presented so matter-of-factly with no emotion to fuel it at all. Not only that, but the writing is all over the place, making it difficult to keep up with whats going on, and what characters are doing what. They take place on a sort of arbitrary timeline to make reading it even less enjoyable than it already was. All the "frightening landscapes come across as something he the author conjured up during a fever-dream, and is only there for the purpose of "20th century shock value." ...
...And I find it difficult to project myself onton a completely blank slate who's only personality trait is to blindly disregard their self-preservation instincts.
The only reason the worlds he builds come across as dull and bleak are because he couldn't be bothered to flesh them out with any interesting detail. The thing I find most disturbing here is that he persisted writing even though he wasn't very good at it.....
Actually, I've found that quite a few people share your opinion, and that's fine - there are many authors I just don't particularly care for myself, and its mostly a matter of personal taste.
With regards to your further statements: Lovecraft's works don't really seem (to me at least) to be much about characterization, as that's not really the focus of the story at hand.
As you noted, his tales tend to be more matter-of-fact presentations of various events, without a great deal of emotion/concern placed upon the protagonists, and personally I quite enjoy that: I'm generally not reading a Lovecraft story for a better understanding of the poor schmuck being tormented by cosmic horrors - I'm reading it because I want to hear about the events surrounding a poor schmuck's encounter with cosmic horrors, thus its entirely reasonable to me for the focus to be more heavily laid upon the events that take place over the feelings of the (generally mundane) characters taking part in those events.
That they are 'completely blank slates' (which I'd say is arguable to some degree) doesn't harm my enjoyment of the depiction of the events at hand, as they themselves are not my primary focus so much as the events they experienced are - in fact, often enough, it forms a framework by which the story is told that adds a sense of personal recounting, as though I'm actually sitting down at a table somewhere with one of these now-nearly-deranged individuals and listening to them recount their experience directly, or have discovered some ancient journal recounting the horrors they witnessed/experienced.
If you find it difficult to project onto these characters, that may have more to do with you focusing too heavily upon the characters themselves as opposed to the events at hand; but it could also just be a matter of differing opinions with regards to narrative presentation and characterization.
Mossberg Shotty said:
And finally, and worst of all, its not scary. That's a pretty big flaw when it comes to a horror novel. It's a bit disturbing at best.
This is unquestionably a matter of opinion, because I can say without doubt that Lovecrafts works do frighten me on some level. I'm rarely a fan of the horror genre, particularly with regards to films, but the sense of our utter lack of importance within reality and our complete inability to comprehend/defend against the various cosmic horrors that Lovecraft presents are, to me, some of the most horrifying materials I've yet encountered. If anything, the minimalist depiction of the characters furthers these feelings, because the fact is that the characters being presented are - like most of humanity in the Lovecraft Universe - generally insignificant in the grand scheme and their only real value is as a means to learn about the events at hand, thus rendering them as an individual relatively meaningless with regards to my interests in the events being presented.
I suppose I could compare them to a book or television really - I don't watch television or read a book to find out more about the television/book itself as a character, I merely use it as a means to access information about events that took place (which may provide characterization of other beings in the process, but rarely the means by which that information is presented; ie, the tv/book itself as an entity).
Frankly, I'm not particularly concerned with excessive descriptions of gore and I'm generally not touched (in terms of fright) by such things as roving maniacs or psychopaths - at least, nowhere near to the degree that the concept of humanity being incredibly small and generally meaningless in the grand scale of a Universe populated by multidimensional, super-powered 'alien' beings with no real concern for the insect-equivalent humans scurrying about on this pale blue dot which are so pathetically underdeveloped as to be effectively incapable of even viewing such entities without their feeble psyches shattering as a result. Admittedly, body horror is something I occasionally can get drawn into, and there are few works short of Kafka that I could point at for a quality depiction of body horror that rival The Shadow Out of Time (probably my favorite of Lovecraft's works) - then again, I may have had an easier time than most relating to the character presented in that story (and many of Lovecrafts other works) as I suffer from extremely vivid/often horrifying dreams, and a very real fear of various aspects of my personality becoming dissociated and thus empowered by environmental stress, driven towards a bid to "take control" (I quite enjoyed the concept of Fight Club for that very reason, an expression of my own concern that I, as a mental entity, am not nearly as well-established as I might hope/believe).
These are some big ideas, and they are quite intimidating the more one examines them - especially considering the likelihood that, somewhere out there, there ARE what we would consider 'cosmic horrors', and that they (and the Universe at large) truly have no concerns with regards to the plight of humanity, anymore than we as humans have concerns for the plight of fleas or ants or bacteria. In that regard, Lovecraft reminds me - in this moment at least - of Douglas Adams, in the sense that both tackle these fears/concerns regarding the very small place of humanity in our vast Universe in relation to our perceived sense of self-worth; but, whereas Adams tends to examine the topic playfully with sardonic comedy, Lovecraft plays it straight and attempts to expound upon the feelings of terror related to the uncertainty of our true position in reality and our imperfect perception of our own self importance on that grand scale.
TL;DR: That's just, like, your opinion man.
EDIT: FYI, if you'd like a more modern revisioning of Lovecraftian themes in a film outlet, I HIGHLY recommend John Carpenter's film "In the Mouth of Madness" starring Sam Neil. At the very least, you'll get a kick out of Dr. Alan Grant going off his rocker against other-dimensional nightmare beings, which is always a hoot. Carpenter's "The Thing" is, obviously, also a good time if you've not had the pleasure of watching Kurt Russel battle shoggoth-equivalents.