Post by Michael Connolly on Nov 22, 2016 13:26:27 GMT
I've just discovered that Gregory Ventre's "A Recluse of the Imagination - The Three Impostors Revisited" was cited in the Everyman edition of The Three Impostors.
It also includes contemporary reviews of The Three Impostors that Machen collected. The mostly bad and scandalized reviews make very funny reading today.
The Everyman edition also cites the following from Jerome K. Jerome's autobiography My Life and Times (1926): "I gave Conan Doyle [Machen's]'Three Impostors' to read one evening, and Doyle did not sleep that night. 'Your pal Machen is a genius right enough,' said Doyle, 'but I don't take him to bed with me again.'"
I know I may be too esoteric even for the denizens of the Vault of Evil, but I'm feeling giddy at the thought of reading the correspondence of Vincent Starrett and Christopher Millard on the topic of Machen.
Post by Michael Connolly on Nov 26, 2016 13:55:59 GMT
I've just started to re-read Gerald Suster's The Devil's Maze (Roc reprint, 1994), his sequel to The Three Impostors. Regarding sexual matters, Suster's a bit more on the nose (so to speak) than Machen was accused of being.
I'm intrigued by the idea of somebody writing a sequel to an Arthur Machen novel. How curious...
Gerald Suster left behind a wonderful body of work, fiction and 'non-fiction'. His kinky stalker novel, The Handyman, is a personal all time fave rave, but all of the occult thrillers are just as good (not yet had the pleasure of his erotic writings). From my very limited understanding, Suster was "a serious student and practitioner of magick" or what have you, who turned to pulp writing to supplement his income - and was brilliant at it. Fittingly, his drunken antics at various moots partially inspired Mark Samuels' misanthropic, misunderstood, probably both [delete as applicable, depending on POV] 'Edmund Bertrand', anti-star of the brilliant/ terrible [delete as applicable, etc.] Don't go to the horror convention classic, Cannibal Kings Of Horror.
From the first, I set myself against "literature"; the story was the thing, and no amount of style could persuade me to select a story that lacked genuine, unadulterated horror. For those who wanted something high-brow there was plenty.