I’m a self-proclaimed disciple of H.P. Lovecraft, I have to say. Ever since my English teacher introduced me to The Strange Case of Charles Dexter Ward when I was around 12, I’ve been a fan. His work is a huge influence on my own writing, even though I’ve never written anything that remotely resembles his work. I also feel somewhat protective of his writing and his concepts, which most notably include the “Cthulhu Mythos”. I tend to feel aggrieved when I see how his most famous creation has become assimilated into mass-produced pop culture – Cthulhu plushies and the like (but I think Lovecraft would have secretly loved all of this) – and the name Cthulhu tossed around by people who have most never read a word of Lovecraft’s work. Even those who have read Lovecraft and create works influenced by him, can barely get past the pastiche-homage of tentacled monsters in dark New England towns. No, to honour Lovecraft is not rip him off, it’s to understand the context of his work and having done that, create new works of your own that don’t slavishly follow a Cthulhu gameplan. This explains why I watched Howard Lovecraft and the Frozen Kingdom.
AT THE FOOTHILLS OF MADNESS 