Wednesday, December 9, 2015

"The Ninth Day of the Month"...

For those of you who stuck it out with The Squealing Nerd since its start in 2010, I invite you all to remember when I used to do a "Ninth Day of the Month" op-ed based on a monthly tradition introduced to me by Secretary Barquentine in an extraordinary work by Mervyn Peake entitled Gormenghast. 

Mervyn Peake inspired me many years ago, and he may yet be inspiring me now as I make progress through a novel project entitled The Thaumaturge of Mircea. His trilogy, Gormenghast, his magnum-opus, also inspired some of the greatest authors of fantasy fiction, authors like Neil Gaiman and Michael Moorcock.

Neil Gaiman tweeted that a certain group (unnamed) will be speaking to studios to see who would be interested in Gormenghast as a film. 


Seventeen hours ago puts this relatively smack in the middle of--well of today, the Ninth Day of the Month! 

Personally, the BBC miniseries adaptation will always be my first choice of media for Gormenghast. I have a hard time envisioning Gormenghast for the popular audience without a seriously harsh re-working of the text. Gormenghast is character-driven, story driven. So many films now require the plot to be action-driven, and by action, I mean killing and explosions. Now there are plenty of corpses to go around in Gormenghast, but I think of the books as being more like Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy by John Le Carre: lots of someone suddenly opening a door and surprised faces, "Oh. I'll just go," with lots of tension and riveting implications of Gawd-Only-Knows-What and only enough murder to keep it interesting (TTSP the book was way better at answering questions than the film). More than a fantasy novel of a decadent kingdom that is slowly killed from within by its own indolence, Gormenghast reads as a warning to the ruling class: you had better wake up now before the working class figure out there's more of them than there are of you. 

The casting of the BBC version was perfection; the atmosphere was just the right balance of the fantastic and the decayed. Each person is a colossal caricature, Gertrude was just the right amount of languid. Alfred Prunesquallor was just the right amount of spasmodic and Miss Prunesquallor was just the right amount of total insanity and so aptly portrayed by Fiona Shaw that I really can't imagine anyone else in the role. 
Irma Prunesquallor and her brother Alfred. Irma portrayed by Fiona Shaw

And the inimitable Christopher Lee as Flay! There it is; there will never be a better Flay! It can't be done. 

Christopher Lee as Flay, Manservant to the Earl

Jonathan Rhys-Myers more than perfectly capture Steerpike's cruelty and cunning. 

Steerpike, the kitchen boy turned usurper as played by Jonathan Rhys-Meyers

I could go on. I really could. Other names like Stephen Fry and Dame Maggie Smith along with the rest of the cast of Harry Potter color the screen with their brilliance.

Naturally we all began taking up opinions as to who would do the work justice. Peter Jackson is totally out.


And Guillermo del Toro is definitely in. 



Mr. Del Toro certainly has my vote!

I'll be keeping my eye on this story as it unfolds. I encourage everyone to give the BBC version of Gormenghast a view this week and discover the wonderful, whimsical, beauty and majesty of one of fantasy fiction's most enduring works. 

Sunday, December 6, 2015

A Review of Meliora, And An Open Apology to Ghost Part II




And Now The Thing You've All Been Waiting For: My Review of Meliora


Initial Observation: Mind Blown


I loved it at first listen. I bought it with my Uber money and listened to it the whole way through, "Spirit" to "Deus in Absentia". Of course my two favorite songs, "From the Pinnacle to the Pit" and "Cirice" were given special attention, "Cirice" being the album's single. I found myself wondering how Meliora fit into the overall concept of Ghost, why it seemed like this album was different somehow from Opus Eponymous and Infestessumam. I found myself looking to reviews to explain it, only to be brutally disappointed to see negative feedback like, "The new Papa sounds bored", or "Not as good as their previous albums." 


I was stunned. I went back to it and listened again, and got some help with this album that made me realize that anyone who has something negative to say about this album does not understand it, and not only that, but they do not understand Ghost, and they need to be exorcised from the flock (I write a blog and not for a brand, so I can say that).


Concept


"Meliora" is Latin for "the pursuit of something better". The word "ameliorate" has its roots in this word. If we accept that Ghost's logical progression from Opus Eponymus as Purgatorio (grounded in worldy evil embodied by figures like "Elizabeth" Bathory) to Infestissumam as Inferno (the presence of Satan among us, incarnated in the song "Year Zero"), then we should now ascend to Paradisio to round out the entire poetic conceit. Ghost does this with a concept in Meliora that was not at first apparent to me, probably because like most Millenials, I stumbled upon the singles first and then tried to fit them into the album before I knew what I was doing. This is why the Internet sucks sometimes.  

Loudwire Magazine's review of Meliora changed my entire outlook on the album, but it changed it in such a way as to shed some light on the album's concept and how the album ties into Ghost as a whole. If Meliora is the Paradisio of the poetic conceit, it is because the search for something better has inevitably left us searching in vain. What we're hoping to achieve in the divine saving image of organized religion is both comforting yet unattainable. We are blinded by bright lights and shiny idols into believing in the hypocrisy of the righteous, the lunacy of believing that a few days at church can ameliorate us in the eyes of the Savior and forgive us for a lifetime of sins.

To preach this message of futility, Meliora has turned to the concert "rituals" themselves as a tool for this album, which is meant to be listened to in it's entirety as a sermon from start to finish, as stated by Loudwire, "complete with worship songs", songs like "He Is" and "Majesty", and with songs that call the congregation together ("Spirit"), and hymns that end the service on a good note, like "Deus in Absentia", proclaiming to us all that "the world is on fire, and you are here to stay and burn with me." Songs that threaten, like "Mummy Dust," songs that seduce and render the listener vulnerable, "like Cirice".

Seen below is the live performance of Ghost on the Halloween Eve airing of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert earlier this year, unusual in that Ghost does not make their rituals televised.





   
Live Performance of "Cirice" on the Late Show with Stephen Colbert October 30, 2015


The audience participation recalls the live rituals Ghost is so well known for, but also revisits the purpose of the song, "Cirice", in which Papa, his roll as the pontiff solidified and given a figurative, if not literal, pulpit to stand at. He reminds the parish that "you're lost without me," calling attention to the idolatry of the holy man, whose job in so many ways is not to bring you closer to God, but to keep you on your knees. Notice the discomfort of some audience members, the tightness of the introduction, the "I don't really know what to do with this" feeling, and the almost obligatory applause. I chose the live video over the official video because though audience participation is present in both, it's important to experience Ghost live, to feel the quaking wrongness the simple parishoner is inexplicably drawn to, yet powerless to escape. 

The new concept belies the usual casual air of evil oneness which the band is usually known for, giving Meliora a more didactic tone. It has drawn some rather harsh criticism from many die-hards.


Criticism and Rebuttal

For those whose primary argument is Papa III "sounds bored", that might almost make sense if you overthink it. Most of the time a career preacher gives the same service over and over again to a congregation of people who are there in body only, not in spirit. Our preacher stands at the pulpit and lets his message fall on deaf ears. Think Reverend Lovejoy from The Simpsons, disillusioned of the notion that there might be some good in everyone and ultimately too smart for his own good; when faced with two sides of the religious spectrum: apathetic, even blasphemous Homer Simpson and the radically moral, unreasonable Ned Flanders, Reverend Lovejoy looses his love for the job quickly. I'm also pretty sure it aged him prematurely. 





There the notion that Papa III is bored ends. I find Papa III to only lack some of the creepy weirdness of Papas I and II. This suits the album perfectly. Where Papa I and II seemed like you should not get too close to them--and definitely don't let the children near them!--Papa III is fresh on the scene, seductive. He is less frightening and more compelling. Like the rest of the album, he has, if anything, more power than Papas I and II, which made "FtPttP" and "Cirice", and "Mummy Dust" feel more like Power Metal songs, recalling "Con Clavi Con Dio" of Opus Eponymous and "Zombie Queen"  of Infestessiumam. Papa III's look might be a large part of what turns old-school fans off. The new concept calls for new leadership, and though the traditional raiment and vestments can still be seen, Papa III's new look removes that creepy wrongness I mentioned, bringing him down to our level and speaking to us not from on high, but writhing with us in the machine of life assembly line as we're trundled one by one into a mass grave.



Papa Emeritus III ready for the ritual to begin.


Which brings me to the second most ignorant of criticisms, the idea that this album is different from the others and that is somehow a bad thing. No doi this albums is different! It's a concept album! And besides that, most albums experience some change during the evolution of the band. The front man Papa Emeritus is like a reincarnation of the Doctor, fundamentally the same, but somehow just a little different. Ghost is finding themselves at a point that is unusual for this band: popularity on an international scale. Three major albums in, with a presence on social media and record label representation, it's hard not to change, if not impossible. Yes, Ghost is addressing a new audience; yes, Ghost is the same band as it always was; yes, Ghost is allowed to change to meet the demands of new and old fans; Ghost is obliged to change tactics--how long can you beat a dead horse anyway? Bands that cannot adapt and who are not allowed to evolve fail. I think it's safe to say we'd rather Ghost go on as a band rather than fade into the void to be remembered only as those guys that had those weird costumes. Whatever happened to those guys? That Fate is not for Ghost. 


Conclusion


Meliora is a concept album that has brought the rest of the albums together to round out a poetic conceit that Ghost has been working tirelessly in the studio, on screen, and with their rituals to achieve. Meliora is Ghost defined. The emergence of a new Papa Emeritus and the amalgamation of the old audience with new fans has infused new blood into a band that is by no means becoming obsolete or grasping at straws. Despite criticism from supposed die-hards, the band has had no shortage of fans all over the world, and popular opinion places Ghost among the greats of Progressive Rock. Meliora is not only the legacy of the band's enduring spirit, but also the gateway to something new and unexplored. 

Though I think my favorite album is Infestessumam, I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Meliora, but mostly because it's just good fun and I was introduced to Ghost with "FtPttP". 

The next time Ghost comes through Texas, I will not sit idly by and be content with my albums and music videos. I will be at the ritual, and I will greet the unholy father with outstretched arms and become one with the band, the phenomena, and the spirit that is Ghost. 



Too Long, Didn't Read: Hail Ghost! 

A Review of Meliora, And An Open Apology to Ghost Part I

Papa EmeritusII, Infestessumam


Before I get to Meliora in Part II, I have a confession to make:

I have probably known who Ghost is for some time. It would be hard to be in the Goth and metal scenes for as long as I have been and not catch a glimpse of the tell-tale makeup of Ghost's pontiff front man Papa Emeritus I, II, and most recently III, who assumed the mantle of power earlier this year. I had heard their name, of course, but I had never sat down to their music.


Papas Emeritus 2008-2015

So I can't be everywhere and all places at once! Don't all of you act like yall are so perfect! 

Before you all rip my head off, let's think on this for a second: I've been in the Goth and Metal scenes since before most of Ghost's current fans were out of high school. Ghost as most of us know it have has been around since 2008, their debut album Opus Eponymous coming to light right as I was finishing up college (2010). I've been around the Nu Metal, Goth, Doom Metal and Emo scenes for a while, and I think any sane adult would agree with me that it's really hard to hear everything, especially when you spend the majority of your adult life listening to European Power Metal (and some Japanese metal) My adult soundtrack was, and is, Nightwish, Blind Guardian, Falconer, Hammerfall, Iron Maiden, Iced Earth, Gackt, among many others that don't always fall directly under the heading of Power Metal. 

Like every single fantasy novel ever written, like every author of classic sci-fi, it is impossible to consume every single band that ever crosses ones path.

And yet, for all that I just said, there is absolutely no excuse for my appalling lack of astuteness in this matter.

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned!

I would like to now bow in obsequiousness before the wicked pontiff and those swirling winds of blackness on guitars, bass, keyboard, and drums. I prostrate myself before the ritual alter and beg forgiveness for this wrong that I cannot right. I had, for too long, observed others at Ghost concerts, wondering what it was I could possibly be missing. A simple group of musicians in funny costumes? What? Keep scrolling. 

No, no! I was wrong! Please! Please forgive me! Take me into the fold at last, Father! I repent! I repent!

Rest assured, traditionally unnamed members of the best band in all of Prog Rock/Doom Metal, that though I have come late to the gathering, I am by no means ignorant. I have peered into the darkness in the blinding light and sought shelter within its depths. I no longer come to the alter an uneducated naysayer with benign shrug and tilted head, but a devoted disciple. I have donned the requisite attire in haste, and caught up to the back of the crowd. I've stumbled my way forward to get a closer look at His Eminence. I've tripped over my vestments, scrambled back up, brushed myself off, and have prepared myself for whatever fate He has in store for me. 

Will Papa Emeritus III welcome me to the flock, the patient shepherd, or will he turn me away in disgust as punishment for my lack of faith? 

I cannot know the answer to that. All I can do now is wallow in the music.

What do I think of Ghost? I mean what do I really think of Ghost? Well, I'll tell you!

It Is Always Best to Start At the Beginning

Ghost wrapped up the American leg of their Black to the Future tour in early November. However, I had no idea they were even on tour. I spend the vast majority of time hating the fact that I miss almost every single MIW concert that comes within a hundred miles of me. I came across no small amount of Instagram selfies containing costumed followers dressed as Papa Emeritus II and III for Halloween. Finally, a few band members I follow from a few other underground Doom and Black Metal bands posted some footage of a Ghost concert. 

It was as if there was someone out there trying to tell me something...

I was very wrapped up in making sure Richard Sammel saw my Halloween costume (I went as a steampunk-like Strigoi from The Strain). As far as I know, Herr Sammel did not see my costume, but I kept my nose firmly glued to my phone. 

So when the Heavy Metal Is Law Facebook page posted a video of a live performance of "From the Pinnacle to the Pit," I scrolled past it--and then immediately back up to it. Ghost had shown up not once, not twice, but three times in my social feeds in only a couple of days. At last, I took note. At last, I reached over to my laptop, as my work computer doesn't have speakers, and played the official video for "FtPttP". 

I listened absently. I listened again, and watched the video. I followed that up with "Cirice". I was at work too, so I had a very unproductive day.

Within moments, I was reborn.

The Ghost Phenomena

Feeling the need to realize the phenomena from the beginning, I started with Ghost's debut album, Opus Eponymous. It surprised me that I enjoyed Ghost despite their muse, which, if my research proved fruitful, is predominately Pink Floyd. I actually hate Pink Floyd. Not hard enough for me. I'm a Power Metalhead, you understand. If myself and a group of like-minded individuals can't bash our brains out to fantasy lyrics, I'm usually not interested. I have been reassured that even the most stalwart metalhead will tell you Dark Side of the Moon was absolute genius before trashing it and running away, screaming something about life being too short for mellow rock. With Ghost it's different. I expected the bulk of their music to be metal, but that's no quite it. Like Pink Floyd before them, slow songs are slow ("I Am Waiting for the Night to Fall", the opening to "Zombie Queen" being most notable). The hard songs are hard(er). Up until Meliora (different concept), the lyrics have been dark and unrelenting set against a backdrop of upbeat major notes punctuated by the downbeat and heavily stressed syllables at the end of each line of the verse. It's like, "The Devil has come, but that's okay, ya know?"

I listened to If You Have Ghost last, and I'm glad I did. Having listened to their other three albums and watching a few of their videos, I found the EP is exemplary of Ghost's sound; it epitomizes the irony of the band. Not only does Ghost adapt an ABBA song, among others, but they do it in such a way that darkens and twists the Pop icons they are covering, leaving one to revel with them in delight as songs like "Marionette" and "Crucified" are rendered hilariously overwrought, ingeniously re-arranged in meter and instrumentation to adapt each song as if Ghost had written it themselves. The style of the arrangement coupled with the irony of the subject matter leaves one giggling. I wondered what kind of musical Mama Mia would have been if Ghost had covered the entire thing. Meryl Streep would have been sacrificing goats, but she wouldn't know why. She'd just stand on the beach covered in blood screaming, "I don't understand!", the proverbial marionette with Papa pulling the strings. Papa Emeritus II would have taken the head of the aisle in the wedding scene and commanded Pierce Brosnan to commit sepuku. I'd have paid money for that! 


Ghost as Performance Art

All music is meant to be experienced live. Like trying to enjoy the Broadway theater experienced only through Pandora Radio, there is a lot of the Ghost experience lost in listening to the albums alone. Ghost is meant to be experienced live. That is the long and short of it. Ghost got its start live, as most indie bands do, touring and exposing the world to the grandeur and menace of the "rituals". Ghost has been a band since 2008 (Papa I), but did not release their debut album Opus Eponymous until 2010, featuring the favorites from the band's live shows, like "Elizabeth" and "Satan Prayer". Their EP If You Have Ghost reprised the go-to song "Secular Haze", which is featured as a live track.

Everything from the placement of props on stage to the makeup and costumes serves a purpose that is lost in listening to the albums alone. Music videos are a must for this band, their most high budget ones like "FtPttP" 



                    "From the Pinnacle to the Pit" official video, Meliora (2015)

are beautiful, but incomparable to the old school elegance and swirling stage mist of "Secular Haze" and "Monstrance Clock".



                        "Secular Haze" a waltz from Infestessimaum (2013)


The live Ghost experience is nothing short of transcendental, with audience members transported from their own bodies to become one with the gathered congregation. To say that this is not done on purpose (that we're just a bunch of Satan-worshiping metalheads on drugs--lookin' at you, Mom!) is naivete itself. The purpose of the shows is to mock and ironize Christian and organized religious congregation, complete with spiritual touches and what the Puritans referred to as "ecstasies," in which the Holy Spirit would literally (and this is what Puritans truly came to expect and believe) inhabit the body, proof that the Puritans were not only the chosen few but also that God could in fact make Himself manifest. This most commonly referred to in the Bible and in most organized religions as "speaking in tongues." I've spoken in tongues before. You should see me in the moshpit. I'll show you jibbering and slathering in a spasmodic seizure the likes of which you have never seen. 

At a live Ghost show, your ecstasies do not invite the Holy Spirit, but a different entity, one entirely at odds with organized religion. Your transcendence will not lift you to heaven, but merge you with the congregates in a soulless orgy of the mind and spirit that can only be accomplished under the tent at a Baptist evangelical youth camp or in the moshpit. 

It is this merging of the inherent danger of metal, the ecstasies of spiritual inhabitance, the lyrics of the songs that call upon Beelzebub, Satanas and Lucifer, and the overall concept of Ghost that has gotten these guys exiled and banned from whole cities and countries around the world, unfairly in my opinion, since the band has no real militant message. Anyone who listens to the band's lyrics may find themselves at first rather uncomfortable until you realize you are not being called to the army of darkness. You are being seduced by an evil that is not coming as it was foretold, but who is already here.

Ban them, call them Satanists. There can be no light without the dark, and like the world's most enduring organized religions, Ghost isn't going anywhere.

Stay Tuned for Part II

Saturday, December 5, 2015

On H.P. Lovecraft and A Review of The Martian Falcon

"The Lord of the Visible World"


Howard Phillips Lovecraft was a wordmaster who has left an indelible mark on the literary world. Despite his numerous flaws, he was largely regarded by his childhood friends and adult correspondences as a warm-hearted, good-natured, easy-going fellow who could even be counted on to hold his own in a fight. Either through prejudice, bad research, or misguided competition, Lovecraft has been described by those who consider themselves educated on the matter as a degenerate, racist, sexist recluse who gave birth to a slew of monstrosities that were summarily ripped off, so that he did not even attain relative success in his lifetime. Careless biographers coined him an ""eccentric recluse,"" (Joshi, Schultz Lord of a Visible World Ohio University Press 2000, pg x). The venerable Cat Valente had some choice words for Lovecraft during the on-going scandal when Lovecraft's likeness was removed from the World Fantasy Association's Lifetime Achievement Award. At the time my opinion was no better informed than Ms. Valente's, but in light of my most recent research, I have reason to believe that I was correct as well, but for the wrong reasons. I stand by my original opinion that Lovecraft should never have been the WFA's representative figure, but I am, like so many others, able to look upon him with a softer eye.


I do not mean to say that what Ms. Valente said did not have merit, nor was it at all inaccurate. It was the way with which Ms. Valente gave voice to her opinion, vehemently leveled and patently disingenuous. Of course, there can be no question that Lovecraft's societal opinions and ethnic viewpoints do not align with the Association's own goals and culture, and so to remove him as its symbol is not only logical, but natural. However, to say without hesitation that his prose was was "not that good" (short quote because I can't find her tweets) gives me the impression that Ms. Valente has not yet taken the time to get to know him, as it were. Of his fiction, yes there are better authors out there. Of his prose, there are better writers out there in general, but as a writer of letters, an essayist, a wordsmith, I find it difficult to believe that Lovecraft could have nothing to offer the world as a writer. 



Lovecraft was a unique human being that was loved by as many people as hated him. His talents never fully exercised nor trained, and after a lifetime spent horribly depressed and suffering from anxiety, he languished in poverty, and he died in poverty. His voice survives in his letters, and though he is most fondly remembered for defining contemporary horror and weird fiction, it is his own voice that is the most fascinating part of him. Editors S.T. Joshi and David E. Schultz masterfully compiled an autobiography of Lovecraft through his letters that offers us a tantalizing glimpse into the mind and heart of one of literature's most beloved, and most controversial, figures.  



Others and have tried and failed to imitate his fiction. Many fictional outlets have reprised his most exemplary works for table-top gaming, computer gaming, and other media that has guaranteed Mr. Lovecraft's immortality, and many authors have said that they owe their career to Lovecraft and his works, but it is only recently that any real effort was made to bring him back to life as the author, the man, and the master, to let him speak with his own voice, the voice we find in his letters, journalism, and essays, so that we may not know him not only as an author of the macabre, but as an ally, perhaps even someone we would think of as a friend.

Alan K. Baker has given Lovecraft back to us.


May Contain Minor Spoilers:



Lovecraft and Fort: Private Investigators in the The Martian Falcon



Lets leave Lovecraft out for a second and consider the work of Alan K. Baker, a prolific author of six novels, his most recent work, The Martian Falcon, published through Snow Books. 


The Martian Falcon is at first glance a noir. It follows the noir formula and executes it masterfully. Charles Fort is a private investigator in the early Twentieth century, but that is where the conventional noir ends. Fort specializes in supernatural phenomena and dabbles in the magickal arts in the steampunk backdrop of post WWI New York City. It's a pastiche noir, pulling together a slew of familiar characters based on real figures (and ficitional) who must band together to solve the most mysterious of mysteries. Leaving Lovecraft out, I found The Martian Falcon to be refreshing. The Martian Falcon took me back to the four Edgar Allan Poe Mysteries by Harold Schechter, my favorite being The Hum Bug, in which Poe must team up with P.T. Barnum to solve a series of hideous murders at the hands of one of Barnum's sideshow freaks; the Dante Club by Matthew Pearl comes quickest to mind as well, in which four famous New England poets including Oliver Wendell Holmes and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow teamed up to stop a string of murders that acted out scenes from Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy



I have the Longfellow translation of the Inferno's first lines of Canto 3 tattooed on my right arm because of that book. 



As an added bonus, Baker's work is a steampunk masterpiece. It's difficult to find good steampunk fiction. Our choices aren't exactly limited if one has no objection to overlooking plot and world building and one is purely interested in the steampunk. Mark Hodder and Scott Westerfeld come quickest to my mind, one being an exemplar of good steampunk writing and the other not so much. I leave you to figure out which is which, but I'll give you a hint: I almost put Spring-Heeled Jack down like five times. 



Baker's characters meld beautifully with the steampunk backdrop. The entire alternate universe is crafted seamlessly, even bringing in real-life scientist Nikola Tesla, who meshes perfectly in this setting; so many steampunk die-hards consider him at odds with the movement, as he is not a Victorian character. Baker's choice to set this story in 1925 New York was bold, and well-executed. Real life gangster Al Capone of Chicago becomes the "Diesel Powered Gangster" who squares off with his New York rival, the vampire Johnny Sanguine, who tries to set Capone up for the theft of a Martian artifact. Each character plays well into the stereotype before being completely ripped out of it and cast in an original characterization that functions without flaw against the backdrop. For a short read, each character is well-developed and has a unique voice. I love Carmine, Johnny Sanguine's right hand man, and Capone's zombie lackeys. The lackeys get about two lines each (maybe a few more for Carmine) and each is so beautifully predictable and acceptable in a noir pastiche that I literally have no complaint.  



Then there's the "Lovecraftian" aspect of the story, the overarching story that at once encompasses the novel and reminds humanity of its minuscule place in the larger universe. Authors: choose your side! Your protagonists can cower before the might of the Great Old Ones as your predecessor's did, or they can fight back! Where Lovecraft was stalwart in his opinion that our moment in the universe is brief and meaningless and that there are some parts of the universe we were never meant to explore, Baker's characters (like Titus Crow from Brian Lumely) are not prepared to give up so easily in the face of Lovecraft's own primary theme: the threat of utter annihilation. Neither is Baker's incarnation of Howard Phillips Lovecraft himself, who does not shrink from the fight against creatures who, in this reality, are real and terrifying, and not of his creation. He joins it readily, glancing nervously at his weapon, but never hesitating to use it.



I suppose we can talk about Lovecraft now.



As I stated above, nothing is more fascinating when reading Lovecraft than reading his own words, words he wrote not for himself to satisfy his own ego, but what he wrote to friends and colleagues, in journals and publications. It is this voice that has received so little attention in the fantasy and horror genres of our time. Baker does not relegate his understanding of Lovecraft's voice to his fiction, but proves he's done his homework. The Lovecraft the reader meets in The Martian Falcon does not vary at all from the Lovecraft of reality. His voice is entirely accurate, scathing when it has to be, flamboyantly verbose, purposefully archaic, and even rhythmically accurate. Lovecraft is a man quite out of his time, the soul of an Eighteenth-Century gentleman trapped in the Twentieth while at the same time fascinated and at one with the natural world. Some of Lovecraft's most humorous and witty (I doubt he would have described himself as "funny") moments are short and sweet. Lovecraft sometimes ended a long-winded rant with a very short phrase like, "I'm a done with Dunn!" (Joshi, Schultz, 45), which is clearly a pun. He ended a beautiful description of the vacant lot beside his family's new home with a elegiac shake of his head, "Adulthood is Hell," (Joshi, Schultz, 26). Baker captures this aspect of Lovecraft's short bursts of wit in the scene in which Fort, our boy Lovecraft (who has been recruited by Fort to solve the caper of the missing Martian Falcon), and Capone must escape Johnny Sanguine's angry cohorts. Capone teases Lovecraft.




""And what might that be?" asked Lovecraft hanging on to his own hand-grip as the car swerved this way and that, braking and accelerating in quick succession as Tony tried to shake their pursuers.


"Probably try to run us off the road and use their strength to rip open the doors..."



Lovecraft ratcheted up the look of horror on his face by several notches. "And then?"



"They'll probably rip your heads off and beat me to death with them."



"Charles," said Lovecraft.



"Yes, Howard?"



"I resign."" 



--Capone, Lovecraft, and Fort, Alan Baker's The Martian Falcon



Baker's Lovecraft reminds the reader that there was a man behind the stories, the gentle life of a man who loved beans and coffee. Behind the shadows of the macabre was a voice that Lovecraft himself feared would only ever be heard in one single, paltry volume and a few pieces of publication he spearheaded himself, a fear of failure and dejection that sent him into years of depression and landed him in lifelong poverty, though he eventually comforted himself with the thought that all success is eventually equivocated by the grave. A moment of rebelliousness led him to an ill advised marriage that ended in failure, which he picked himself up from and soldiered on.Yet this is not a man deeply sunk into the shadows and wasting away, quaking at sudden movements. Baker's Lovecraft captures the man's original spirit of adventure, his pragmatism, his outright conservatism (that borders on fascism), his search for meaning and purpose in life, the near childlike youthfulness and innocence of his character and the wisdom of his old soul.



I'm not sure yet if I should thank Baker for leaving out Lovecraft's blatant racism or not. In the end, I think it was a good move; I always admired the way Dan Simmons chose to paint Charles Dickens as more of the horrible person he was rather than the lovable public figure he purported himself to be in Drood, and so Baker does more justice to Lovecraft by not drawing attention to the fuel that fired so much of Lovecraft's fiction and is present in his daily life (and gradually got worse with age). It had little to do with the story and the setting, and so does not bear scrutiny. Nevertheless, when it comes to craft, much can be gleaned from what isn't said as well as what is left in. There are many who would like to gloss over Lovecraft's xenophobia, but I cannot, nor will I gloss over his either blatant distaste for women or his fear of them. Unlike Poe's weird relationship and marriage to his cousin in Schechter's novels, Baker places Lovecraft in his novel just after his wife's exhibition to the mid-west and forcible divorce, but before his recall home to Providence by his aunts from "exile." I make no assumptions about this particular plot choice, but since it fits the character and there probably wouldn't have been much room for her anyway, I can safely assuage Lovecraft's harsher critics by saying I would not read too much into it. 



Conclusion



Lovecraft has received wide post-humus acclaim for his works, though he received little more than a pat on the back and an author's copy for his trouble during his lifetime. He will always be held in high regard by myself and the more than 43,000 adoring fans he has on the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society's Facebook page, although were he alive today, he probably would not partake in our usual tet-a-tets over what "Lovecraftian" means; rather I think he would sit back and watch us squabble, sipping very sweet coffee and admiring the more conservative his fans and shaking his head at the more liberal minded. He would blog, review books, and have a very active Twitter account. His email list would have thousands of followers, and he would never want for backers on his Patreon. 



Lovecraft's fiction and his work have been immortalized by hundreds of publishers, and his praises sung by hundreds of authors. It is Alan K. Baker who has given Lovecraft pulsing life once more, but it is not the life his adoring fans know him for, but the sharp wit and gentle self-indulgence of the man his friends and colleagues knew him as, the type of man I would not have been ashamed to know myself. Baker and his P.I. character Fort gave Lovecraft what so few people in his own time had given him, a chance to prove his worth. Perhaps in Baker's alternate universe, Lovecraft would not die of cancer alone in his bed, nor would he die relegated to the annals of history as an "eccentric recluse", nor as a man who held no gainful employment and had some of the strangest prose fiction to ever come out of the early science fiction and fantasy genre. We can hope so. 



Alan Baker is a prolific author who deserves a very wide, mainstream readership. You can find his works for sale from Snow Books from his official publisher's site and you can find him on Twitter at @AlanKBaker. Look for his next Lovecraft and Fort adventure from Snow Books, Dial M for Mi-Go. I can't wait.