Frisco Beat: Big Sale at Kayo; or, The Adventure of the French Translator

Yesterday I met up with noir writer Kent Harrington from Posse McMillan and Nordine Haddad, Kent’s French translator who is in the burg for a little visit before he and Kent wander off to NoirCon in Philly in a week or so. Did parts of the tour for their amusement, introduced Nordine to the name Charles Willeford. Told him to start with Miami Blues, if he likes that, then plunge in.

When he was a kid Kent’s dad worked in various buildings in the downtown part of Market Street, and he has vivid memories of the city as it was. You know me, I really like the city as it was — the city as it was yesterday, with traffic completely stopped on major freeways for hour after hour all over the area all day, hey, not so much.

As we wandered around Kent decided we should duck into Kayo Books, Post between Leavenworth and Hyde. He did a signing there roughly twenty years ago, for Dia de los Muertas I believe it was. Pretty sure I attended that one. The first Kent novel published by Dennis McMillan.

Got the news from the Kayo guys that at the end of this month they will no longer be open to folk just walking in, like we were doing. At first I thought they were abandoning the storefront, continuing only as an online biz — if so, another loss to that block similar to the closing of the House of Fans.

But no, they’re keeping the space. You can make an appointment if you’re a collector rolling in from out of town.

Guess it’s kind of like when I used to do the Hammett tour every Sunday during the year, year after year, and finally began to cut back. After twenty-one years they don’t want to man the desk for a few days every week, but they’ll still sell you stuff.

Turns out we walked into the midst of an 80% off almost everything sale. They had an ex-library copy of the first edition of Miami Blues, priced around $35ish. But knock 80% off so it was under a tenspot, and Nordine decided he’d grab it and find out real fast if he’d like Willeford or not.

I spotted a perfect copy of the Solar Pons miscellany A Praed Street Dossier by August Derleth for $30 — or $6.50 on sale. Guess finally I will be reading some Solar Pons. . . .

If you’re in striking distance of Kayo, the 80% sale continues today and tomorrow. Next weekend, Thursday-Friday-Saturday, as they clear out the stock Kayo will do a final slashing of prices down to 90% off.

You’ve been informed. 90% off.

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Rediscovered: Gumshoe America; or, Race vs. the Klan


In a couple of days I’m dropping in on a party in Tom Krabacher’s lair, and returning his loaner copy of the academic tome Gumshoe America from 200o by Sean McCann. I was curious about it, since among the major authors surveyed it includes Charles Willeford — plus David Goodis, Jim Thompson, Chester Himes, and standards such as Hammett and Chandler. A great lineup, although I can’t say that I think he really nails his overall thesis about politics and America and hard-boiled lit.

Ultimately, you end up with a lot of plot summary, but then it installs Willeford in a book from Duke University Press, so what the hell.

Tom often pops for items like this one, and usually I don’t. (The Krabacher copy of The Unique Legacy of Weird Tales currently is making the rounds in our circle, since no one else wanted to shell out circa $80 for that turkey.) The guy is a real resource.

So, while in general I’m neither here nor there with Gumshoe America — if you like this kind of book, then it may be the kind of book you like, if you know what I mean — I was totally baffled by the first chapter, “Constructing Race Williams: The Klan and the Making of Hard-Boiled Crime Fiction.”

As anyone who checks this blog knows, recently I read through the first volume of the collected Race Williams tales, including “Knights of the Open Palm” — the story where Carroll John Daly introduces Race to the world, which happened to appear in the KKK issue of Black Mask. McCann makes a big deal out of this fact, spinning some deep meaning or connection that I had never heard a rumor of before.

The Klan was flourishing at that time — with millions of members in Ohio alone — so the editors decided to work up a theme issue on the subject. To the best of my knowledge, it wasn’t as if KKK material appeared constantly in the pulp in that era. They did the one issue, and that was it — and perhaps a few items in the letters column afterwards referenced it.

Thus, as far as I know or have ever known, the Klan issue of Black Mask was an anomaly.

Daly already was appearing in The Mask, so I take it when he got word that the theme issue needed copy, he created Race Williams and had old Race encounter a Klan-like cult.

Made the sale, cashed the cheque.

But per McCann, something significant was going on, and he spends close to fifty pages in the chapter going on and on and Race and, well, race. . . .

Then suddenly, out of the blue, on page 45 McCann writes:

It would be a mistake, however, to overemphasize the role played by the Klan in the development of either hard-boiled crime fiction or Black Mask magazine. After 1924, the Klan faded quickly from political and social prominence, the victim of a series of public relations disasters. Likewise, the group (and nativist varieties of fiction that it may have helped inspire) disappeared from Black Mask after the mid-twenties, and neither the magazine nor hard-boiled crime fiction ever made direct reference to the Klan again. It seems unlikely, then, that the KKK provided an essential element for the success of the genre or that the fiction could not have developed as it did without the Klan.

In short, he’s admitting that his theory has no weight to it — and then he spends many more pages trying to prove it again.

Very bizarre.

If you ever write any litcrit, make sure you don’t stick something like that into your book or essay.

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Rediscovered: More Mask and Daly — and The Munnster Rides Again

Speaking of Carroll John Daly and Black Mask, as I just was, yes, I got the memo on July 19 that Steeger Properties LLC had bought the rights to The Mask — and also acquired rights to the Daly backlog.

Since I guess Steeger is also, more or less, Altus Press, that’s good news — I have praised the first volume they released of the collected Race Williams yarns, so I figure there won’t be any road blocks to many more such collections.

May they rip along until the last roscoe sneezes Ka-Chow! and the last pill pings. . . .

In 2013 I did a little announcement  for the previous corporate incarnation of The Mask, where they had a series of eBooks planned out. I didn’t keep track of how much they got done, but there’s a lot of ore in them thar pulps. One thing Altus has just announced that may interest people is a revival of Black Mask and a couple of other pulps, with some new stories, some reprint.

And I was very interested to see in their news that they had landed rights to the backlog of the late great H. Warner Munn, best known from his stint in Weird Tales and his later-in-life epic fantasy such as the novel Merlin’s Ring. I once visited Harold for a week in his home in Tacoma. Really great guy — he’s one of the people I’ve met who knew Lovecraft personally. Plus for purposes of more books — always more books — Munn has an impressive body of work.

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Rediscovered: Carroll John Who? H. Warner What?

On the tour in recent years (three or four years ago, five, not twenty years ago, not thirty-five) a woman mentioned that her uncle — or maybe he was her great-uncle — like Hammett also had written for the pulp Black Mask.

“Oh,” I said, “What’s his name?”

She said, “You wouldn’t have heard of him.”

My take on it was that by then she’d mentioned her uncle often enough to enough people, she’d gotten used to no one knowing his name. But I figure my odds at this guessing game are better than most.

My favorite example of this expertise, thus far, had occurred just a few years earlier than that tour, during Burning Man. Midday, to duck the heat I’d entered the Big Tent where Miss P handled the coffee bar. Got into a conversation with a young guy named Andros. Somehow we got on to the subject of writing — maybe he asked me what I do, and I mentioned the Hammett tour and tour books.

Andros said, “My father was a writer.”

“Oh,” said I. “What’s his name?”

“You wouldn’t have heard of him. He wrote science fiction.”

Hey-hey. I figured my odds just rocketed through the canvas roof of the tent.

“Give me a shot. I know lots of writers.”

Theodore Sturgeon,” he said.

I looked at him, really amazed that he could have been hanging out in venues like Burning Man and had met anyone who was not aware of his father’s work. But that’s the way it is.

To show him I was hip, I said, “Venus Plus X, More than Human, The Dreaming Jewels” — I rattled off five or six Sturgeon titles so there’d be no doubt I knew the name.

To the woman on the tour, I said, “Come on. It’s Black Mask. I may have heard of him.”

I figured I had a chance. Of course, dozens and dozens of writers appeared in Black Mask. Her uncle might have had only one or two stories — my pulp-writing pal E. Hoffmann Price only cracked Black Mask once out of hundreds of story sales.

And if I had never heard of him, I’d never heard of him — I came close to never having heard of Charles Willeford when he showed up on the tour.

She said, “Carroll John Daly.”

“Of course I’ve heard of Carroll John Daly!!!” I exclaimed.

Side-by-side with Hammett, Daly was one of the most popular and prolific writers for The Mask. I admit that I wouldn’t expect someone from the general public to have heard of him — the general public may know of Hammett, and Chandler. But for someone involved with the history of the pulps, to not recognize the name would be to say you don’t know anything about the pulp era.

To know Hammett but not Daly, would be like knowing of H.P. Lovecraft but never having heard of Seabury Quinn. If you don’t know Quinn, then you don’t know anything about the pulp Weird Tales.

For me not to have heard of Daly — jeez. . . .

By the way, my pal Morgan “The Morgman” Holmes told me about writing an essay for the litcrit collection The Unique Legacy of Weird Tales — and he mentioned some of the details on his blog:

I recently had a piece in a book of non-fiction, ostensibly literary criticism, about Weird Tales. After I submitted my first draft, one of the co-editors wrote to me that he learned a lot from my essay having never heard of H. Warner Munn or Nictzin Dyalhis. I was astounded. Munn was one of the solid second stringers of Weird Tales and Dyalhis has a certain mythological status.

You’re editing a book about Weird Tales and you never heard of Munn??? In that case, you don’t know enough to edit the book with any degree of intelligence. In the history of the magazine, H. Warner Munn is a lynchpin with his Werewolf Clan yarns.

And if you haven’t heard of Munn, that also means you don’t know much about Lovecraft. Munn was inside the Lovecraft Circle, living in Athol near Lovecraft’s pal and eventual publisher W. Paul Cook — a visit to Athol gave HPL the background for “The Dunwich Horror.”

Man. No wonder so much of modern fantasy  litcrit is crap. The expertise just isn’t in play.

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Frisco Beat: October 4, On Air with Burrito Justice


On Tuesday October 4 I drop into the studio from noon to 2p.m. for an episode of the Burrito Justice Show, a.k.a. the Burrito Justice League — I believe Burrito himself will be on the control panel and Nicole Gluckstern also will be on hand to toss out additional questions.

I think you can catch it live if you can figure out the info page, and they archive the show for later listening. If you Tweet, you can pop in questions in real time.

You may recall Nicole and Burrito from a ceremony held to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the naming of the literary streets in San Francisco. I covered Hammett for that deal, and also got drafted to blurb Richard Henry Dana when the Dana guy couldn’t make it. I dropped in some cool info about Alex Haley into the little Dana talk.

While the show may bounce here and there, the intent is to cover the naming of the lit streets back when, which author made the cut and which got bounced. You got Bob Kaufman Street, but not Richard Brautigan Street.

In connection with that theme, my book The Literary World of San Francisco gets a block of time — how did I research it and so on. A guy many years ago came up to me, kind of angered that I had an address for Jan Kerouac — daughter of Jack.

“Where did you get that information?!” he demanded. “I’ve never heard of that before.”

I almost regretted having to tell him that I got it in person from Jan Kerouac during a little interview.

I probably should have told him I just made it up. . . .

We may also cover the Hammett Tour — maybe even the Fritz Leiber Tour. If the talk spins that way, the subject of The Suicide Club wouldn’t be out of the question.

One way or another, I think all the talk will be an evocation of San Francisco.

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Rediscovered: A Bit More on Unique Legacy

And how about another new Guest Blogger dipping his toes into the Mean Streets waters?

Today we feature Kevin Cook with a brief review of the academic litcrit collection The Unique Legacy of Weird Tales, which originally ran in his zine Sons of the Blue Wolf (V1n90, February 2016) for PEAPS, the pulp a.p.a. that our resident expert on The Midget Bandit, Warren Harris, belongs to.

Yesterday Tom Krabacher provided a review of the book, from a zine he does for REHupa — know that Tom is enough of an a.p.a. hack he also zines away in PEAPS, too. And in both those a.p.a.s you’ll find one of the editors for the book, Jeffrey Shanks.

I think Shanks may have been trying to gin up some publicity by asking for reviews in the mailings — perhaps for some reason he thought they would be positive. . . .

In any case, when Kevin mentions “Jeffrey,” that’s the in-house reference.

I think I first became aware of Kevin during the five-year run of The Cimmerian, when he sometimes contributed letters to The Lion’s Den. Lately we’ve been back in touch, mostly with email discussions of Manchette and noir. I got to meet him when I went to NoirCon in 2008. Nothing better than hanging at the bar talking noir.

And here is Kevin Cook:


Unfortunately, I got off to a very bad start with The Unique Legacy of Weird Tales as the book opens with its weakest essay, “Something That Swayed as If in Unison” by Jason Ray Carney. He seems to be stating that Weird Tales was a pulp magazine that published literature in addition to “mere entertainment” for the simple reason that Weird Tales claimed to be a magazine that published literature in addition to “mere entertainment.” His evidence to support this thesis is all editorial and advertising material for the magazine itself. He does not cite a single story in support of his thesis about literary publishing. A magazine can claim anything it wants about itself; you have to examine the contents to see if it achieved its claim.

The second essay picks up again on the early issues of Weird Tales. If replicas have taught readers anything about Weird Tales, it has to be that most of the fiction in the magazine from 1923-1925 is unreadably bad. The legacy of the magazine is based almost entirely on the fiction published in the 1930s, especially the five-year period between 1931-1936, the magazine’s peak.

Jeffrey, your own essay was “good,” but you have previously written much better essays about Robert E. Howard. I do not agree with Justin’s ideas about eugenics in the work of Robert E. Howard. Morgan’s essay was good as well, but he too has written better essays before. Scott Connors, though, did an excellent job with his Clark Ashton Smith overview.

Why did you have to fall into the same cliché as every other editor and print an article about C.L. Moore that stresses the fact that she was a woman author rather than the quality of her writing? I suppose that I will never live to see a Moore article that is not from a feminist point of view. Too bad so many of today’s scholars never had the privilege of speaking with C.L. Moore themselves; she would have been laughing at their conclusions about her writing.

Sorry, but my overall grade would be a “C.”

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Rediscovered: A Unique Legacy, Still Waiting on Godot. . .


How about a new Guest Blogger for These Mean Streets?

You’ve encountered Tom Krabacher’s name here before, notably in my report on PulpFest 2015.

Just yesterday I was dismissing the academic compilation The Unique Legacy of Weird Tales (yet another poorly-edited essay collection to add to all the other ragtag surveys of fantasy and weird fiction), and had the thought that you might appreciate a review from someone else.

Someone like Tom — a career academic, but also a lifelong fantasy and pulp fan. Awhile back he sent me this review from a zine he does for the Robert E. Howard United Press Association, and I figured I could drop it into the action at some point. And today seems like a good time for it.

So, this coverage is previously published — but in an amateur press association of only thirty or so members, and I imagine at least half of them skipped over the review entirely at the time.

This appearance gives it to the wider world.

Take it away, Tom:


A serious study of Weird Tales has been long overdue.

The magazine’s role in the development of 20th century weird fiction is legendary and the only previous book-length treatment of the topic, Robert Weinberg’s The Weird Tales Story (1977), is now close to forty years old. Given the wealth of new information that has become available in the meantime, a book such as this one, coming from a respected academic publisher, should have been more than welcome.

Sadly, it’s a major disappointment.

The book consists of an introduction by the editors and fourteen articles by different contributors. Most (but not all) of the authors come from an academic background and many (but again, not all) of the contributions began as papers presented at recent meetings of the Popular Culture Association.

And herein lies a large part of the book’s problem. Academic volumes of this type — assemblages of articles by different authors focused on a common theme — are successful only if there is tight editorial control. Such control is necessary to ensure that the contributions stay true to the book’s avowed purpose and that clarity of writing prevails.

Unfortunately, the book is weak in both these respects and the result is an uneven mix of articles that range widely in subject matter (and writing quality) and lack a clear focus.

As for the contributions themselves, it’s frequently a case of there being less there than meets the eye. This is particularly so with many the self-consciously academic ones. Nicole Emmelhainz’s article on collaborations among Weird Tales authors, for example, seems to be little more than an attempt to take an obvious point and make it sound profound by dressing it up in the trappings of contemporary critical theory.

Similarly, the article that leads off the book, an examination of “artistic authenticity” and modernism in the magazine by Jason Ray Carney (who has also penned a dissertation on the subject of Weird Tales), epitomizes everything that’s bad with contemporary academic writing: overemphasis on theory, lots of jargon, a dearth of actual information, and tediously long sentences whose syntax you can spend a lifetime unraveling.

Other articles simply don’t have much of importance to say. Jonathan Helland’s piece on the contributions of author C.L Moore and artist Margaret Brundage in the October 1934 Weird Tales comes across as little more than a by-the-numbers feminist take on the subject that offers little that’s noticeably original. Bobby Derie’s piece on Lovecraft and sexuality seems to consist of bits and pieces cobbled together from his much more comprehensive Sex and the Cthulhu Mythos (2014).

The two separate articles by the book’s editors that focus on different thematic aspects in Robert E. Howard’s writing are refreshingly free from jargon but contribute little to the reader’s appreciation of Weird Tales, itself. The essays by Paul Shovlin and Sidney Sondergard on the writers Robert Bloch and Harold Lawlor, respectively, fail to say anything significant about their involvement with the magazine.

And so on.

Which brings us to the book’s biggest failing: the fact that, in the end, it has little new to say about Weird Tales. The discussion of the topic that occurs is for the most part simply a rehash of information long available in the 1977 Weinberg volume. Frustratingly, little effort was made to draw upon the new information, much of it in the form of authors’ correspondence and publisher’s records, which has surfaced in the intervening years.

In the end I came away from the book knowing little more about Weird Tales, the magazine, than I did going in.

In short, the book’s very title, The Unique Legacy of Weird Tales: The Evolution of Modern Fantasy and Horror is woefully misleading.  Of the fourteen essays that make up the book, only two — those by Morgan Holmes and Scott Connors — make an effort to address the book’s putative purpose, the role of the magazine in the development of modern fantasy and horror. Holmes looks at the central role the magazine played in the development of the Sword-and-Sorcery genre, while Connors examines the effect the appearance of a magazine specializing in weird fiction had on the genre’s gradual disappearance from the general fiction magazines of the era. Not surprisingly, these are probably the two most substantial contributions to the volume.

To be fair, some of these problems seem to have been beyond the editors’ control. From what one of the editors has said privately, they were constrained by the material they had to work with. Moreover, apparently a decision by the publisher late in the game to reduce the size of the book required the exclusion of additional contributions, including a promising one on poetry in Weird Tales.

Also, to give credit where credit is due, the very appearance of the book in itself is a success of sorts, an indication that its subject is now seen as meriting serious critical consideration.

Even so, any reader who picks up the volume hoping to find an in-depth treatment of what Weird Tales was and why it is important to the development of weird fiction will go away disappointed.

As I noted at the beginning, a serious, up-to-date critical treatment of Weird Tales is long overdue. Unfortunately, it still remains to be written.

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Mort: Robert Weinberg


Courtesy Leo Grin, the shot above first appeared (in b&w) in The Cimmerian V1n3 for August 2004 — showing Bob Weinberg gleefully enacting the abduction of the 1937 edition of A Gent from Bear Creek from the Robert E. Howard House in Cross Plains, Texas. Bob was the Guest of Honor for Howard Days that year.

The shot at the bottom also appeared in that issue (in b&w), picturing left to right Leo, Bob Baker (who as a kid knew Robert E. Howard), Don Herron (a.k.a. me), and Bob.

I got the news after the tour this past Sunday that Bob had passed away that afternoon, aged 70. He’d been in declining health the last few years.

If you dive into the MegaPack The Dark Barbarian That Towers Over All you’ll find chronicled a little feud of sorts that I had going with Bob. Strictly litcrit stuff — Bob, an uber REH fan, is famous for saying in a fanzine in the early 1970s that everything that could be said about REH had been said. Needless to say, I disagreed.

But if Bob wasn’t the best critic ever to hit the field, he was a workhorse in a pivotal era for fantasy and pulp fiction, producing all kinds of zines and collections and reprints. In particular, I appreciate his efforts on behalf of the magazine Weird Tales, gathering fresh memoirs from the surviving writers while they were still around to gather.

I actually saw red for a moment when I read a line in the Acknowledgments page for the recent academic litcrit collection The Unique Legacy of Weird Tales which stated the contributors’ “excellent work has made this the most important volume of scholarship on Weird Tales to date.”

Utter bullshit. If they’d said it was the most important (and only) volume of “academic criticism,” hey, I’d let it go. But what a joke — you can read Unique and learn barely anything about the magazine.

The best book on the subject to date — and I expect, forever — is without any question Weinberg’s The Weird Tales Story from 1977. You can dive into that book knowing almost nothing about WT, and come out with some expertise. I got Bob to inscribe my copy in 1988 when we were both Guests of Honor at a little convention in the Twin Cities.

Bob’s Wikipedia page touches on some of his credits — though I noticed at this moment it does not have the huge collection Horrors! 365 Scary Stories that he co-edited. I had a tidbit featuring ghouls in that one (but I much prefer the yarn I contributed to his 100 Vicious Little Vampire Stories). Anyway, look it over and know it leaves out tons of material, from the fanzine The Weird Tales Collector to writing for the X-Men comics.

As a presence in the field, I suspect Bob might have had the most influence c/o his mail order book business — for many years (and long before the net and Amazon) that was the one-stop shop to buy the zines that were coming out, so you could keep track of the scholarship and the previously “lost” stories suddenly showing up in print from favorite pulp writers.

As Brian Leno, a child of the same generation of Howard and fantasy fans, puts it, “Too bad about Weinberg. Bought a lot of books from him during the heydays of the 70s. That’s when the world of fantastic literature was roaring, not the pop gun it is now. In fact I bought my first Weird Tales from him, had the first part of Howard’s ‘Beyond the Black River’ for 25 big ones. Talked to him over the phone back then and once in person at one of the Pulp Cons and he seemed like a good guy.”

Yep, a good guy. I’m glad I got to hang out with him some, especially on the home turf of Robert E. Howard, one of our favorite authors.


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Rediscovered: Haefele IDs HPL in Medieval France!


Holy Cow! Our pal John D. Haefele went off for a little vacation, and when in France, apparently stepped across a dimensional boundary that put him smackdab into Clark Ashton Smith’s Averoigne — or some weird clime that lies out of space and out of time, where good old H.P. Lovecraft or his ancestors may have hung their hats.

Here’s what Haefele has to say about his find:

Here, finally, may be a clue to a mystery about the whereabouts of HPL in history, the lost interval between Rome’s Republic and that leading to England’s Age of Enlightenment, which Lovecraft himself was unsure of:

As far back as 450 A. D. my retrospective sense adheres alto­gether to Britain; but behind that point — when the scene of my memory becomes Roman — the chain abruptly snaps. Instead of following the various elements of Teutonic and Celtic Ancestry into their northern for­ests and druid groves, my sense of personal identity and locale shifts abruptly to the banks of the Tiber — mourning in the downfall of the Empire and of the old gods, and slipping back to the virile, warlike days of the republic, when the conquering eagles of our consuls were carrying the name and dominion of the Roman people to the uttermost confines of the known world. (HPL to Bernard Austin Dwyer: Nov. 1927)

The European medieval period lasted from the 5th to the 15th century. It began with the fall of the Western Roman Empire and lasted well into the Renaissance and the Age of Discovery. St. Martin’s Church — where the discovery was made — is the primary Roman Catholic Church in Colmar, France. It was built between 1234 and 1365, in gothic style.

Of especial interest, St. Martin’s replaced a Carolingian church built around 1000 and a later Romanesque church. Apparently that’s when HPL’s image was added to the site.

Let the pilgrimages begin!

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Rediscovered: More on Derleth and the Little Review Phenom

A couple of weeks back John D. Haefele began a series of posts on August Derleth and the Little Review and part two just went live over on the Allied Authors of Wisconsin site, if you want to check it out.

There’s at least one more section to come — I think that’s where Haefele will need to wrestle with the shadow of my late pal Stanley McNail and his long-running little review of poetry titled Galley Sail Review. I’ll probably have to dig out my Stan Files to fact check this or that, see if GSR could have been an influence on Derleth’s similar publication.

GSR ran out of San Francisco for a long time, and ultimately from Stan’s final hideout in Berkeley.

And Stan’s collection of horror poetry, Something Breathing, which Derleth released under the Arkham House imprint in 1965, will be another ball tossed into the equation and juggled around. Yeah, I’m looking forward to that post.

Otherwise, the other day Haefele popped me a rough text for his Clark Ashton Smith chapter in Lovecraft: The Great Tales, while his previous book A Look Behind the Derleth Mythos stirred to life on the Amazon Bestseller List for Horror LitCrit — yesterday the eBook version hit no.3 on the list and when I finally got moving today I noticed that the print version in trade paperback was at no.9, with the eBook still holding in the Top Twenty at no.17.

I expect Great Tales to excite so much interest that anyone who has not read Derleth Mythos by then will line up for copies.

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