Thoroughly enjoyable book. H.P. Lovecraft's grabs you with some great opening lines and then you are left in a deeply unsettling atmosphere that lingers throughout each short story in this collection. The atmosphere builds up and builds up until it reaches a crescendo of terror. A lot of his phrases would be incredibly corny if they came from any other author but Lovecraft can pull it off. Highly recommended to anyone who likes horror fiction and just a plain ol' good stories. I definitely want to read more H.P. Lovecraft, will definitely be on the lookout for another collection of short stories. The stories in this collection are: the titular "Dunwich Horror", "The Dreams in the Witch House" (my favorite in this collection),"The Lurking Fear", "The Thing on the Doorstep", "Hypnos", and "The Outsider" This book was horrible and as blasphemous as an old Satanist witch! I'm not even trying to be funny here. I'm actually a huge fan of the author, H.P Lovecraft, but this book was just weird and disgusting in unusual ways possible.So, it's about this crazy old man who summons a daemonic (I'm spelling it the old fashioned way) chaotic alien named Yog-Sothoth to impregnate his daughter, Lavinia for no freaking reason whatsoever. She gets pregnant and gives birth to twins. One twin is named Wilbur, and has a HUGE growth spurt in like, two weeks and smells like rotting fish. The other twin is not described until later on. Don;t worry, I'll get to him, later.The crazy old man just then disappears...and is never mentioned AGAIN!Then Wilbur steals the NECRONOMICON (a Lovecraft death spell book sorta thing) from the Miskatonic University libray...and gets shot by the police. Uh...yeah. No joke. Then the police find his twin brother in a barn. And his twin brother sounds as ugly as f***. I guess he "looks more like the father than Wilbur did". This is the actual description of the ugly twin brother in the book:"The thing that lay half-bent on its side in a foetid pool of greenish-yellow ichor and tarry stickiness was almost nine feet tall, and the dog had torn off all the clothing and some of the skin.... It was partly human, beyond a doubt, with very manlike hands and head, and the goatish, chinless face had the stamp of the Whateleys upon it. But the torso and lower parts of the body were teratologically fabulous, so that only generous clothing could ever have enabled it to walk on earth unchallenged or uneradicated.Above the waist it was semi-anthropomorphic; though its chest...had the leathery, reticulated hide of a crocodile or alligator. The back was piebald with yellow and black, and dimly suggested the squamous covering of certain snakes. Below the waist, though, it was the worst; for here all human resemblance left off and sheer phantasy began. The skin was thickly covered with coarse black fur, and from the abdomen a score of long greenish-grey tentacles with red sucking mouths protruded limply.Their arrangement was odd, and seemed to follow the symmetries of some cosmic geometry unknown to earth or the solar system. On each of the hips, deep set in a kind of pinkish, ciliated orbit, was what seemed to be a rudimentary eye; whilst in lieu of a tail there depended a kind of trunk or feeler with purple annular markings, and with many evidences of being an undeveloped mouth or throat. The limbs, save for their black fur, roughly resembled the hind legs of prehistoric earth's giant saurians, and terminated in ridgy-veined pads that were neither hooves nor claws."O_oWtf...I know Lovecraft had a style for weird creatures like this...but this is just so f*cking weird. I'm also trying to ponder how Lavinia (the twins mother) was able to give birth to a more normal human being than a GIANT HUMANOID MONSTER THAT'S ALL SCALY AND UGLY AND SHIT.---Please pardon this grammer--.Oh, and yeah, the twin brother also gets killed. And he actually screams "Help" before he dies. I actually found that part kinda sad.I just want to say, I think H.P Lovecraft, while he was writing this story thought the following:1) "Oh dear, I have to get a story in Weird Tales day after tomorrow. Holy s***, I haven't even written a story yet. Think! What could I write about? Oh, just something totally random. Like, for example...A blasphemous alien impregnating a girl. Heck, that sounds kinda like zoophilia...since the alien who impregnated her sounds like he's part animal...but who the hell cares?"2) "I think I have Phantasmagoria! These weird images that keep popping in my head are telling me I should write a story about.......uh, what? Oh, what the heck, its a goddamned story, isn't it?"3) "Woah, wtf did I just write. Damn it! Not enough time for editing!"Or 4) "This story is pretty sh*tty, but I can't do anything about it now. Oh geez, this doesn't sound like my writing!"Yeah, not my favorite Lovecraft story. Honestly, this story didn't sound like Lovecraft...but it was. And it was terrible. Now I'm going to try and clear this story out of my head by dunking my head in Booze for 24 hours straight and just cry and cry.
What do You think about L'orrore Di Dunwich (1928)?
Just a simple nice story from Lovecraft. Nice work with illustrations.
—malu
Amazing... I don't like the end so much, but it's very very nice!
—Rashmi
Couldn't get into this book and quit after 80 pages
—cheers2117
Otro gran relato de horror de Lovecraft. Magistral.
—vbroatch
