I have this odd thing where I confuse Hugh Lamb for Harold Lamb. I thought you might find this of interest.
You think you've got problems. EVERY time I try to type Hugh Lamb (like now), I invariably type Huge Lamp by mistake and have to correct it. One of these days Huge Lamp is going to turn up in G&S (or possibly I'll actually be writing about a Huge Lamp and it'll come out as Hugh Lamb). I hope you realise what torture it was for me to type this post!!!
When googling 'David Icke' I always write David Cike. Look up the word.
I really love the Vault of Evil. Hope you're all surviving the month of December which for some of us involves horrors of a sort far less savory and delectable than those recounted in our beloved mags and paperbacks.
And here's to huge lamps, huge lambs, and perhaps, huge Lambs.
Post by Michael Connolly on Jan 4, 2019 14:00:16 GMT
According to Mike Ashley's introduction in Forgotten Ghosts: The Supernatural Anthologies of Hugh Lamb, Hugh Lamb compiled stories for three volumes of a planned series of Mayflower Book of Horror Stories that never saw the light of day. Damn!
RIP Hugh, and condolences to those loved ones left behind.
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.
Post by The Lurker In The Shadows on Mar 3, 2019 17:01:22 GMT
I wrote to Hugh quite a few years back out of the blue about a Jamesian project I was considering at the time - a book on M.R. James adaptations in other media, as Hugh had written in Ghost & Scholars about the Music Scene schools programme adaptation of Mr Humphreys and his Inheritance. His response was swift, helpful and generous - in fact he sent me a VHS tape of the programme he had been given by its director, telling me I could have it but asking me not to circulate it without the director's permission (this was some years before it was released on DVD) - and he filled me in on his chat with the director about locations and the making of the film. After that we exchanged a few letters and phone calls, and I was able to send him a few things on video that he hadn't seen in decades. So while I could never claim to have known him well, I feel lucky to have encountered such a warm, enthusiastic, amusing, fascinating and lovely man.
There is the touch on the shoulder that comes when you are walking quickly homewards in the dark hours, full of anticipation of the warm room and bright fire, and when you pull up, startled, what face or no-face do you see?