This is a very exciting day for me, as I get to introduce my own fiction! For the next three weeks, I will be reading from my novel, Strange Corners. I hope that listeners enjoy it, and I look forward to any comments or feedback that you may have.
Herbert West is back, and the strange, creepy, kind of proto-fascist doctor will stop at nothing to get the bodies he needs to pursue his mad quest to defy the power of death. Shockingly, this ends badly.
Another Lovecraft classic. What a creepy little man, that Herbert West! And I swear, the producers of the movie definitely never read the story.
Doing the voice and monologue of Zadok Allen is the most fun I’ve had so far in podcasting. I hope that you enjoy it!
As we round the corner of the first month and head into the second month of the Hammertales podcast, I thought that this would be a good time to talk about the reasons behind my selections of authors and stories. If you disagree, well hell, no one’s making you read this blog.
The first criteria for selection was very simple: what’s free? There are so, so many stories that I would love to read, but I don’t want to infringe on copyright restrictions. In Canada, the copyright period is date of author’s death plus fifty years. However, at the risk of cliché, I decided to take this limit as an opportunity to go back to some of my old favourites.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
I have loved, loved, the Sherlock Holmes stories for as long as I can remember, and a much lesser known work, The White Company, was one of my earliest and most favourite works of historical fiction (it covers an English military company in the Hundred Years War). Obviously I’m not alone in my love of Holmes – the interpretations and re-imaginings of the character continue. For the record, although I thoroughly enjoy the new BBC version with Benedict Cumberbatch, for me, Jeremy Brett will always be the “real” Sherlock Holmes.
Unfortunately, based on the download numbers, poor old Holmes appears to be the least favourite, at least so far! Part of that may be the medium, part of that may be my reading…it may be that I haven’t figured out how to bring Holmes to life. I’m not giving up on him just yet.
Based on preliminary download numbers, the runaway favourite. Oh, Howard, you weirdo. I don’t want to go into a full biography of this remarkably odd man – the internet has lots of information on the subject – but he continues to exercise a strange fascination on readers, despite the odds against his doing so. Hell, I enjoy his writing in spite of myself. Sometimes his constructions are so cumbersome, his foreshadowing so obvious…and then there is the issue of his race obsession. There is no getting away from it, Lovecraft was a huge racist. In fairness to him, most English-speaking writers were at that time, but this guy actually wrote a poem in 1912 called “On the Creation of N*ggers.” C’mon, now.
So should we throw him down the memory hole and burn him away? Well, you can guess my choice, since I read and record his stories. I am of the deeply unpopular school that suggests that we take people warts and all – nobody gets a free pass, and no one gets disqualified. Lovecraft’s imagination was a dark, feverish, and terrifying place, that produced monsters and images and concepts that have held a grip on the imagination of readers ever since. Interwoven with that was his fear and disgust with anything that was not White, Anglo-Saxon, and Protestant, along with a fair amount of self-loathing. This whole psychological hellbrew makes him more interesting, if less laudable.
Edgar Allan Poe (Premium Podcast, on Patreon)
Moody bastard. Mind you, that’s what I love about Poe. I do not think you can find a more moody bastard in prose, although there are a few poets who could give him a run for his money. (Looking at you, Percy Shelley!) As someone who loves language and literature, some of his constructions are awe-inspiring and worthy of the same appreciation one might give a Gothic cathedral – so intricate, and sometimes so difficult and ornate just for the sake of being difficult and ornate. His character of M. Dupin in “The Murders in the Rue Morgue” is like a Sherlock Holmes with even less humanity and relatability. Which is an impressive act of sheer bloody-mindedness, in my opinion. But the mood Poe can evoke in a story like “The Fall of the House of Usher?” Wow. Unbelievable. The whole story is like a long and elaborate glamour cast upon the reader, from which you emerge slowly, blinking, and return to the world with a sense of unease. Now that’s a gift.
Edgar Rice Burroughs (Premium Podcast, on Patreon)
The only pulp fiction writer I have used so far, with no discredit to that title – I think that pulp fiction is cool, and I grew up reading Burroughs’ Tarzan series. Even though Tarzan is Burroughs’ most famous and iconic character, I wanted to go with a different series, so the first novel that I have broken up into nine parts (two per week) is A Princess of Mars, the debut novel of Burroughs’ Barsoom series, featuring the redoubtable John Carter.
In the Barsoom novels, Burroughs creates a fantastic Martian world, populated by Tharks, Warhoons, thoats, zitidars, white apes, red humans, and thoroughly unlikely science from an age of wonder. His incredible flights of fancy then crash to the ground with some of the most wooden dialogue that I have ever encountered outside of the Twilight series. (Yes, I read the first one.) The juxtaposition is simply awesome, and for me, repays the time spent reading the stories all by itself.
So there we have them, the first four authors I have selected for my podcast. If you have any suggestions for other authors or titles that you would like to hear, please let me know! If you have criticisms or points regarding these authors that you would like me to consider, I will be interested to read them and perhaps open a discussion. But I’m not really interested in fights, arguments, rants or screeds. You can have the rest of the internet for that. Honi soit qui mal y pense.
Unlocked from the Premium Feed. This might be my absolute favourite Lovecraft, topping even “The Call of Cthulhu.” Innsmouth is such a magnificently dreary place, and all of Lovecraft’s eugenic obsessions leak into his storytelling. Although people tend to look to Poe for American Gothic, it is their loss to ignore this degenerate New England town. Sooner or later, we are all meant for the sea.
My favourite Sherlock Holmes story from my childhood. Truly villainous villains and heroic heroes. Enjoy!
After “The Call of Cthulhu,” possibly Lovecraft’s most famous short story. Just don’t ask me what he calls the cat in the original story. Oh, Howard.
Deciding upon Heathenry is decidedly anticlimactic. You don’t get an invite dropped off by a couple of shady-looking ravens, nor does a thunderclap bellow into the night. In fact, nothing happens at all. I always think of the character of Michael Scott from The Office shouting, “I declare…BANKRUPTCY!” as the most delightful way of declaring anything.
Well, almost nothing happens. Funny thing, that. I remember when I made the concrete decision to become a Heathen, I was sitting on a park bench on the Hamilton escarpment, and I said under my breath, “Alright, Odin. Let’s give this a try.” And I looked up, and just at that moment a raven flew overhead. I felt a lightness in my heart, and I laughed.
Make of that what you will. Being who I am, I later looked up local birds on the escarpment to see if there were in fact local ravens, and found out that there were. I later learned that in terms of religious experiences, I had experienced an Unverified Personal Gnosis, or UPG for short. Good gracious, but terminology can take the mystique out of anything.
So, my Unverified Personal Gnosis notwithstanding, it was up to me to figure out what to do next. I had done lots of research up to this point, but now was the time to start looking for direction. Time to do some rummaging around books and the Internet, I thought.
Forgive me, o blogosphere, for not continuing on this explanation of my path to heathenism. I have been interrupted for the most delightful of reasons – the launch of my podcast! It can be found on iTunes and Google Play, and hopefully soon on Spotify. This creative endeavour has occupied a great deal of my time and energy, but has also been a source of real pleasure. I look forward to where it takes me.
But that is another story. This one is about where I stand and do my best to make my peace with the universe. From Catholicism, to doubt, to atheism, to agnosticism, to pantheism, to Heathenry.
So what does being a Heathen mean to me?
Well, that’s the tricky bit that I’m trying to figure out, step by step.
If this is how I’m going to relate to the universe, what form does it take?
For whatever reason, I find it easier to work through elimination than affirmation.
Do I think that Odin, Thor, and all the rest have some form of corporeal existence, watching us from some other plane?
Nah. Gods aren’t that simple, in my opinion. They are a mystery, and my instincts point me inwards, through my dreams, through my unconscious, into the collective unconscious, into whatever oft-ignored realm exists of the collective experience of humanity and its relationship to all life, all existence, to the parts of us that came from the stars and can be deeply moved in ways we don’t fully understand by art, by music, by nature.
If the Gods live anywhere, they live there. That’s where I’m searching.