August 23, 2010
At the Mountain of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft
H. P. Lovecraft is supposed to be the link between the world of Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King, a great writer of terror stories. Hmmmm – I found this book tedious and, to tell the truth, boring and unbelievable, even when trying to suspend disbelief. Not that I can't suspend disbelief on the basis of monsters and undiscovered civilizations and anti-world history. I can. But there must be some reasonable probability on at least such details such as ,say, a time line. In this story, the main character deduces from looking at pictographs on ancient walls, the entire history of a fabulous ancient history of non-humanoids living on earth. In and of itself, that is not a basis for skeptism. But he does it in the space of a couple of hours. The complete history – of thousands of years – of an alien race – from pictures – in a couple of hours. Sorry, even though the story line has merit, and there is an interesting twist at the end, that one inconceivable part lost the story for me.
Ack! Too bad. No recommendation here. Better luck next time.
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