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CRYPT
OF
CTHULHU
A
Pulp
Volume
7,
Thriller
and
Theological
Journal
Number
2
Yuletide
1987
CONTENTS
Editorial
Shards
of
Print
2
The
Volume
Out
By
Jim
Cort
3
Midnight
in
Providence
By
Charles
Carofalo
9
Howard
Lovecraft
and
the
Terror
from
Beyond
By
Robert
M.
Eber
The
Man
Who
Collected
Lovecraft
By
Philip
Weber
Christmas
with
Uncle
Lovecraft
By
Bruce
J.
Balfour
Lovecraft
as
a
Character
By
Robert
M.
Price
in
.
.
13
19
30
Lovecraftian
Fiction
.
.
35
From
the
Vaults
of
Yoh-Vombis
By
Lin
Carter
38
The
Keeper
at
the
Crypt
By
Carl
T.
Ford
R'lyeh
Review
Mail-Call
of
Cthulhu
42
45
56
1
2
/
Crypt
of
Cthulhu
Debatable
and
Disturbing:
EDITORIAL
SHARDS
dubbed
most
Winfield
Townley
Scott
once
H.
P.
Lovecraft
"his
own
fantastic
creation,"
and
cer-
tainly
many
have
found
him
to
be
so.
The
typical
Lovecraftian
begins
by
tion,
in
being
captivated
by HPL's
fic-
then
moves
on
to
absorption
all
the
man
himself,
in
cinating
eccentricity,
might
thus
become
a
his
fas-
if
one
as
latter-day
member
of
the
Kalem
Club.
This
Lovecraft
personality
cult
has
had
interesting
one
of
some
results,
which
is
the
production
of
a
small
genre
of
fiction
in
which
Lovecraft
has
become
a
character.
Such
a
development
is
a
natural
one
for
two
reasons.
First,
HPL
was
so
unusual
and
interesting
a
figure
that
one
might
easily
take
him
for
fictional
character.
Second,
the
a
personal
devotion
many
Lovecraf-
tians
feel
for
their
departed
Master
has
caused
them
to
trade
apocry-
phal
stories,
just
as
legends
and
anecdotes
grew
up
about
the
char-
ismatic
figures
of
Jesus,
the
Bud-
dha,
Saint
Francis,
and
the
Hasidic
zaddiks
Only
most
of
the
tales
of
HPL
are admitted
fictions.
We
have
seen
a
number
of
such
lately,
fictions
most
notably
Peter
in
which
HPL
Cannon's
Pulptime
and
Frank
Belknap
Long
team
up
with
Sherlock
Holmes;
Richard
Lu-
wherein
Book
Lovecraft's
poff's
.
,
,
HPL
gets
mixed
up
with
Nazi
spies;
Chappell's
"Weird
Tales,"
in
Fred
which
HPL
and
Samuel
Loveman
en-
counter
weird
entities;
and
a
recent
tale
in
the
"Heroes
in
Hell"
series
which
the
shades
of
HPL
and
in
Robert
E.
Howard
meet
Cilgamesh
and
others
in
the
netherworld.
This
present
issue
of
Crypt
of
Cthulhu
"The
Adventures
of
H.
P.
Lovecraft"
continues
this
trend
by
bringing
you
five
more
apocryphal
adventures
of
Lovecraft,
some
par-
odic,
some
straightfaced
Robert
Eber's
"Howard
Lovecraft
and
the
Terror
from
Beyond"
was
culled
from
an
old
Esoteric
Order
of
Da-
gon
mailing
at
the
advice
of
Ran-
Larson.
dall
Philip
Weber's
"The
Man
Who
Collected
Lovecraft,"
ob-
viously
and
unashamedly
inspired
by
Robert
Bloch's
"The
Man
Who
Collected
Poe,"
is
not
to
be
con-
fused
with
Gregory
Nicoll's
tale
of
the
same
title
(available
in
Etchings
&
Odysseys
#5),
which
is
an
affec-
tionate
spoof-tribute
to
Lovecraft
scholar
Dirk
W.
Mosig.
After
five
such
tales,
you
may
or
may
not
be
in
the
mood
for
an
"Lovecraft
as
a
Character
article,
in
Lovecraftian
Fiction,"
which
surveys
the
development
of the
whole
trend.
,
.
Robert
M.
Price,
Editor
"
.
.
Yuletide
1987
/
3
THE
VOLUME
OUT
OF
PRINT
By
Jim
Cort
achieve,
in
my
own
small
way,
is
the
placing
paper
of
the
Ultimate
Horror.
on
want
to
render
in
prose
the
terror
that
all
of
us
have
felt,
lurking
Not
beneath
the
surface.
just
merely
the
fear of
death,
but
the
"What
I
am
trying
to
I
more
encompassing,
eldritch
and
fear
that
things
nerve-shattering
are
not
as
they
should
be;
that
the
from
which
we
have
assumptions
hung
our
petty
lives
are
in
fact
false;
that
there
is
nothing
to
stand
between
us
and
the
outer
dark-
ness
.
The
editor
shifted
in
his
chair.
I
"That's
very
interesting,
Mr.
Love-
may
craft,
and
very
well
put,
But
I'm
afraid
we're
looking
add.
little
different
here
for
something
a
at
Vanity
Fair
."
hadn't
really
expected
it
to
After
a
few
polite
questions
work.
and
strained
pleasantries,
we
got
The
editor
held
me
up
to
leave.
back
when
Howard
left
the
room.
"Where
did
you
find
that
guy?"
he
I
No,
ard
would never
give
offense.
he
just
sat
there—
well,
being
How-
ard.
He
would
go
on
about
the
Ultimate
Horror,
or
launch
into
a
Eighteenth
on
learned
discourse
Century
architecture,
or
turn
so
diffident
that
even
while
asking
for
the
job,
he
would
somehow
imply
he
Need-
wasn't
good
enough
for
it.
none
of
these
ap-
less
to
say,
proaches
proved
very
successful.
We
reached
the
street
and
How-
ard
said,
"I
don't
think
it
went
well."
He
said
it
as
if
there
might
be
some
doubt
in
the
matter.
"No,"
said,
"it
didn't
go
well.
Howard,
you've
got
to
start
taking
an
interest
in
your
own
future.
You've
got
to
approach
this job
hunting
business
seriously."
"But
Howard
looked
pained.
don't
think
that's
am,
Jimmy.
fair.
I'm
trying
very
hard
to
jus-
tify
your
confidence
in
me.
I'm
sure
could
perform
splendidly
in
any
It's
just
acquir
-
of
these
positions.
ing the
position
that
seems
to
de-
I
I
I
I
asked
"He
said.
followed
me
home,"
"Thanks
anyway."
Howard
Lovecraft
was
newly
ar-
rived
in
New
York
City,
fresh
from
Providence
with
a
new
wife
and
no
He
was
making
a
little
money
job.
I
And
you
can
feat
me.
I'm
too
old
for
this."
said,
"Howard,
you're
only
38.
get
any
job
you
want
You've
if
you
put
your
mind
to
it.
I
an
occasional
weird
from'
writing
story,
and
a
little
more
from
revis-
work
of
others
not
nearly
ing the
But
it
wasn't
so
talented
as
he.
You
got
to
keep
to
the
point.
can't
go
off
on
tangents
all
the
People
get
the
wrong
idea.
time.
Like
that
screwy
stuff
you
told
the
guy
from
Collier's
."
I
enough
I
"I
merely
assured
him
that
would
not
permit
my
pure
Anglo-
Saxon
heritage
to
cause
me
to
look
was
working
for
an
ad
agency
I
down
whose
upon
members
of
the
staff
and had
quite
a
few
contacts
the
magazines
around
town.
didn't
realize
at
first
that
Howard
then
at
would
be
a
I
harder
product
to
mar-
ket
than
Maxwell's
Broccoli
Flavored
could
get
him
an
interview
could
even
ac-
with
an
editor.
But
company
him
into
the
office.
was
up
to
Howard.
after
that,
it
ancestry
was
less
fortunate
People
care
about
than
my
own.
things
like
that."
"No,
they
don't."
"The
best
people
do,"
he
in-
sisted
.
Gum.
I
And
aged
somehow
to
Not
Howard
always
man-
say
the
wrong
thing.
that
he
was
offensive.
How-
Howard
had
one
basic
and
ap-
problem:
He
insoluble
parently
didn't
belong
in
the
Twentieth
Cen-
I'm
sure
being
the
lord
of
tury.
some
estate
in
the
1700s
in
Merrie
England
would
have
suited
Olde
"
,
,
"
.
"
,
.
"
4
/
Crypt
of
Cthulhu
can
picture
him
a
"T."
around
arguing
politics
with
and
swapping
verses
with
Pope.
can't
picture
him
dealing
with
rush hour
on
the
subway
five
days
a
week
or
punching
a
time
clock.
was
as
if
someone
had
It
kidnapped
him from
1754
in
Mr.
H.
C.
Wells'
machine
time
and
dumped
him
in
New
York
City
in
him
to
I
sitting
Addison
I
There
was
of
coat
a
clatter
hangers
from
the
other
side
of
the
door,
and
a
sound
like
a
body
landing
heavily
on
a
pile
of
shoes.
"Yes,"
said
a
muffled
voice, "I'm
all
right."
"Is
there
anything
we
can
get
you?
Something
"No
thanks."
Sonia
to
eat,
Then
a
perhaps?"
sound
like
a
closet
shelf
collapsing.
1924.
winced.
in
Howard
winced,
a
you
have
to
under-
everyone's
not
like
you,"
"You've
got
to
play
by
told
him.
their
rules
if
you
want
to
get
ahead.
You've
qot
to
sell
your-
stand
I
"Howard,
too.
ple
of
He
said,
items
"There were
cou-
the
closet
that
we'll
self."
He
he
looked
his
sell
"Heaven
forfend!
prised
at
things
to
not
stoop."
like
had
suggested
mother,
not
himself.
Jimmy,
I'm
sur-
you.
There
are
some
which
a
gentleman
does
I
*
*
*
Howard's
apart-
ment
his
wife
Sonia
was
there
to
greet
us.
The
desk
was
covered
with
hats
and
fabric
samples
from
her
new
hat
shop.
Howard
wrapped
his
little
finger
around
hers
and
squeezed.
"How
are
you,
my
dear?"
Howard
she
re-
"Just
fine
to
'
When
we
got
be
needing—
ah soon
"Won't
be
much
longer,"
said
the
"Nearly
got
it
now.
voice.
This
is
going
to
be
a
swell
trick—
oof!"
This
last
accompanied
by
a
crash
that
shook one
of
the
pictures
off
the
adjoining
wall.
"Howard,"
said
Sonia,
"how
long
are
we
going
to
put
up
with
this?"
Howard
said,
"Really,
my
dear,
we
can't
be
rude.
Anyway,
Mr.
Houdini
is
a
great
artist.
We
must
make
allowances.
Shall
we
have
some
dinner?"
*
*
*
—
—
,
found
a
note
Howard's
crabbed,
old-fashioned
hand
tucked
under
my
door
when
got
back
from
work:
I
The
next
evening
in
I
plied.
"
How
did
badly
"Not
go?"
but
not
it
well
,
he
Jimmy
Felicitous
news!
Gainful
em-
Promise
of
ployment
at
last!
much
cash
£
pleasant
work!
Finally
something
worthy
of
a
gentleman
SH
is
off
on
a
commercial
trip,
so
Grandpa
is
being
do-
tonight.
himself
mestick
by
Could
you
bring
over
your
answered
glanced
me
over
his
She
at
shook
my
head
She
shoulder
and
1
sighed
resignedly.
"Have
you
seen
Mr. Houdini
to-
day,
my
dear?"
asked
Howard.
"No,"
said
Sonia,
"he
hasn't
come
out
yet,
Howard."
As
he
moved
toward
the
closet,
whispered
to
Sonia,
"
Harry
Hou-
I
dini?"
Latin
lexicon?
Mine's
in
with
"He
was
here
to
discuss
a
story
he
and
Howard
had
done
together
when
he
suddenly
got
a
brainstorm
about
a
new
es-
He
tied
himself
up
cape
stunt.
with
his
own
belt
and
insisted
we
That
was
lock
him
in
the
closet.
He
hasn't
come
out
two
days
ago.
She
nodded.
Brother
Houdini.
HPL
P.
S.
Bring
ice
cream.
since.
Howard
was
tapping
door.
closet
said,
"are
you
softly
at
the
"Mr.
all
Houdini,"
he
right?"
"SH"
was
how
he
referred
to
The
reference
to
ice
cream
Sonia.
intriguing,
for
it
indicated
that
Howard
truly
considered
this
Rea-
son
to
Celebrate.
ate
a
quick
dinner
and
stopped
by
the
store
walked
to
Howard's
place.
as
was
I
I
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