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Tuesday, June 9, 2026

Mark's Mythosphere

During the forty-some years I've been writing and publishing fiction, I have developed what amounts to a unique mythos, largely consistent with (if not necessarily part of) H.P. Lovecraft's so-called "Cthulhu Mythos." Like many writers from my generation—not to mention generations before and after—I came up as a fan of Lovecraft's works and many of my earliest stories qualified as little more than pastiches. None of them were publishable, but I consider them valuable practice runs for the works that would come after.

I've been asked on more than one occasion if I've made a definitive list of my stories and novels that fit into what I call the "Mythosphere," and the answer is no—until now! While some of my works definitely meet its (rather loose) criteria, others are harder to categorize; many might be called outliers, in that they share some common elements with my more overt Lovecraftian tales but don't fit neatly into any particular niche.
 
So, what is this Mythosphere? One of my earliest stories, titled "Threnody," latched onto the concept of sound—specifically music—as a means of bridging dimensions, inspired largely by HPL's "The Music of Erich Zann." In this story, I introduced a "music grimoire" titled The Spheres Beyond Sound, authored by one Maurice Zann. This volume served as a backdrop for a number of my early tales, and even some of my later ones. I never explored the character of Maurice Zann beyond describing him as an unspecified relative of HPL's character and stating that he vanished while experimenting with the musical formulae he devised.
 
The name Maurice Zann had what I'd call rather odd roots. When I was a youngster, I had a record album called A Child's Introduction to Music, and it was produced/narrated by one Maurice Zam. However, because this name was printed in a flowing script on the album cover, for many years, I read his name as "Zann." Thus was born Erich Zann's lesser-known relative.
 
I've written many stories over the years specifically for Lovecraftian/Cthulhu Mythos publications, though my preference has always been to shy away from specific Lovecraftian entities/settings/characters whenever possible. In any event, these overt Cthulhu Mythos stories comprise the earliest building blocks of my personal Mythosphere. As I continued to create fiction, I developed a few settings and characters that have appeared in numerous works. With my long history in the Piedmont and Appalachian regions of Virginia, I naturally gravitated toward them as atmospheric settings. The fictional Sylvan County and town of Aiken Mill are loosely based on the Martinsville/Henry County area where I grew up (and to which I've retired). Beckham College is based on Ferrum College in nearby Franklin County (Benjamin Beckham was Ferrum's first president). Barren Creek is based on Henry, Virginia, located between here and Ferrum. Also, since I lived in Chicago for several years, it has served as the setting of numerous stories and books.
 
In short, those works that I include in the Mythosphere are always rooted in cosmic horror to some degree or another, and most of them fit neatly into a fictional history of the regions in which they're set, occasionally with shared characters. One example of an outlier might be my second novel, The Lebo Coven (1994), which is set in Aiken Mill, though I consider it more an occult-based mystery than a true example of cosmic horror. The town sheriff in this novel is named George Parrott; in my recent novel, The House at Black Tooth Pond (2025), which is a distinct blend of folk and cosmic horror, the sheriff is Bryce Parrott, George's son (and he also appears in my new sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond, titled Broken Barriers, to be released later this year by Crossroad Press/Macabre Ink).
 
And so, with no further ado, I will present here my list of stories and novels that I consider bona fide entries in Mark's Mythosphere. The year shown is when the works were written, and the bulleted entries denote the places/years of publication. Make of this what you will.

Mark's Mythosphere:
1985
“Smiert Galgalith”
   • The Haunted Journal (magazine, 1987)

“The Grey House” (short story)
   • Crypt of Cthulhu (magazine, 1992)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)

1986
“The Arms of Doom” (short story)
   • Deathrealm (magazine, 1987)

1987
“Threnody”
(short story)
   • Deathrealm (magazine, 1987)
   • The New Lovecraft Circle (anthology; published under the title "The Spheres Beyond
         Sound"; Fedogan & Bremer, 1996)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)
   • Fugue Devil Resurgence (collection; Black Raven Books, 2022; reissued by Damned
         Rodan Publishing, 2026)

“The Red Depths” (short story)
   • Revelations From Yuggoth (magazine, 1987)

“The Spheres Beyond Sound” (short story)
   • Tales of Lovecraftian Horror (magazine, 1987)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)

“Rapture in Black” (short story)
   • Crypt of Cthulhu (magazine,1987)
   • The Innsmouth Cycle (anthology; Chaosium, 1998)
   • Other Gods (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2008)

1988
“God of Byzantium” (short story)
   • Aberations (magazine, 1991)

“Symphonia Maledictus” (short story)
   • Dagger of the Mind (magazine, 1990)

“Chameleon” (short story)
   • Eldritch Tales (magazine, 1990)

1989
“Spiritual Radio” (short story)
   • Chills (magazine, 1992)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)

“Misfits” (short story)
   • Midnight Zoo (magazine, 1991)
   • Quick Chills (anthology; Scream Factory Books, 1992)
   • The Last Trumpet
(collection; Wildside Press, 2000)

“The Last Trumpet” (short story)
   • Limited Infinity (magazine, 1991)

“Return of the Navigator” (short story)
   • Fugue Devil & Other Weird Horrors (collection; Macabre Ink, 1992)

1990
“Fugue Devil” (novelette)
   • Fugue Devil & Other Weird Horrors (collection; Macabre Ink, 1992)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)
   • Other Gods (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2008)
   • Fugue Devil Resurgence (collection; Black Raven Books, 2022; reissued by Damned
         Rodan Publishing, 2026)

1991
“The Last Show at Verdi’s Supper Club” (short story)
   • After Hours (magazine, 1992)
   • Song of Cthulhu (anthology; Chaosium, 2001)

“The Herald at Midnight” (short story)
   • Not One of Us (magazine, 1992)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)

1992
Balak (novel)
   • Wildside Press (paperback/ebook, 2000)
   • Crossroad Press/Macabre Ink (audiobook, 2010)
   • Crossroad Press/Macabre Ink (revised edition; paperback/ebook, 2026)

1993
“Stalker of the Wild Wind” (short story)
   • Terminal Fright (magazine, 1993)
   • The Ithaqua Cycle (anthology; Chaosium, 1999)
   • Legends of the Night (collection; Wildside Press, 2001)

“Sabbath of the Black Goat” (short story)
   • The Shub-Niggurath Cycle (anthology; Chaosium, 1994)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)

1994
The Lebo Coven (novel)
   • Thomson Gale/Five Star Books (hardback, 2004)
   • Crossroad Press/Macabre Ink (paperback/ebook/audiobook, 2010)

“S” (short story)
   • The Azathoth Cycle (anthology; published under the title “The Pit of Shoggoths,”
         Chaosium, 1996)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)

1995
“To Be as They” (short story)
   • Miskatonic University (anthology; DAW, 1996)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000

“The Devil’s Eye” (short story)
   • Midnight Shambler (magazine, 1997)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)
   • Other Gods (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2008)
   • Fugue Devil Resurgence (collection; Black Raven Books, 2022; reissued by Damned
         Rodan Publishing, 2026)

1996
“Shudder Wyrm” (short story)
   • Singers of Strange Songs (anthology; Chaosium,1997)

“The Fire Dogs of Balustrade” (short story)
   • New Mythos Legends (anthology; Marietta Publishing, 1999)
   • The Last Trumpet (collection; Wildside Press, 2000)
   • Other Gods (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2008)

1997
“Orchestra” (short story)
   • October Dreams (anthology; CD Books, 2000)
   • Legends of the Night (collection; Wildside Press, 2001)

“Pachacutec” (short story)
   • Deathrealm (magazine 1997)

1999
“The Children of Burma” (short story)
   • The Spook (magazine, 2001)
   • Legends of the Night (collection; Wildside Press, 2001)
   • The Cthulhu Mythos Megapack: 40 Modern & Classic Lovecraftian Stories
     
(mega-anthology; Wildside Press, 2013)

2001
“Epiphany: A Flying Tiger’s Story” (short story)
   • Dead But Dreaming (anthology; DarkTales Books, 2001)
   • Dark Homage (series; Delirium Books, 2004)
   • Other Gods (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2008)

2002
Blue Devil Island (novel)
   • Thomson Gale/Five Star Books (hardback, 2007)
   • Marietta Press (paperback, 2012)
   • Crossroad Press/Macabre Ink (paperback/ebook/audiobook, 2015)

2003
“The Violet Princess” (short story)
   • Eldritch Blue (anthology; Lindisfarne Press, 2004)
   • Other Gods (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2008)

2004
“The Transformer of Worlds” (short story)
   • Daikaiju (anthology; Agog Press, 2005)
   • Other Gods (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2008)

2005
“Other Gods” (short story)
   • Cemetery Dance (magazine, 2006)
   • Other Gods (collection; Dark Regions, 2008)

2006
“Contact” (short story, with John Pelan)
   • Black Wings of Cthulhu IV (anthology; PS Publishing, 2016)

“The Ghost Lens” (short story)
   • Horrors Beyond II (anthology; Elder Signs Press, 2007)
   • The Gaki & Other Hungry Spirits (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2011)

“Messages From a Dark Deity” (short story)
   • Return of the Old Ones (anthology; Dark Regions Press, 2016)
   • Fugue Devil Resurgence (collection; Black Raven Books, 2022; reissued by Damned
         Rodan Publishing, 2026)

2007
“Signals” (short story)
   • High Seas Cthulhu (anthology; Elder Signs Press, 2007)
   • Other Gods (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2008)

“Abroyel” (short story)
   • The Gaki & Other Hungry Spirits (collection; Dark Regions Press, 2011)

2010
“Beneath the Pier” (short story)
   • Lovecraft eZine (webzine, 2013)

“The Warlords of Leng” (short story)
   • Secret Asia’s Blackest Heart (anthology; Timaios Press, 2021)

“The End of Henry Switch Road” (short story)
   • Dark Discoveries (magazine, 2012)

2011
“The Danforth Project” (short story)
   • The Mountains of Madness (anthology; Celaeno Press, 2015)

“The Gods of Moab” (novelette)
   • Damned Rodan Publishing (ebook, 2012; paperback, 2024)

“Ecstasy of the Gold”
(short story)
   • Lovecraft eZine (webzine, 2012)

2013
“The Game Changers” (short story)
   • World War Cthulhu (anthology; Dark Regions Press, 2014)

“When Jarly Calls” (short story)
   • Fugue Devil Resurgence (collection; Black Raven Books, 2022; reissued by Damned
         Rodan Publishing, 2026)

2014
“Masque of the Queen” (short story)
   • In the Court of the Yellow King (anthology, Celaeno Press, 2014)
   • Fugue Devil Resurgence (collection; Black Raven Books, 2022; reissued by Damned
         Rodan Publishing, 2026)

“Short Wave” (short story)
   • The Summer of Lovecraft (anthology; Chaosium, 2019)
   • Fugue Devil Resurgence (collection; Black Raven Books, 2022; reissued by Damned
         Rodan Publishing, 2026)

2016
“The Diaries of Henry P. Linklatter” (short story)
   • Through a Mythos Darkly (anthology; PS Publishing, 2017)

2017
“The Veil of Dreams” (short story)
   • Tails of Terror (anthology; Golden Goblin Press, 2018)

“Clicks” (short story)
   • Tales From Arkham Sanitarium (anthology; Dark Regions Press, 2022)

2018
“Pons Devana” (short story)
   • Fugue Devil Resurgence (collection; Black Raven Books, 2022; reissued by Damned
         Rodan Publishing, 2026)

2022
“Nimbus” (short story)
   • The Weird Cat (anthology; WordCrafts Press, 2023)

2023
“The House at Black Tooth Pond” (short story)
   • Shunned Houses (anthology; WordCrafts Press, 2024)

2024
The House at Black Tooth Pond (novel)
  • Crossroad Press/Macabre Ink (paperback/ebook/audiobook, 2025)

“Throatwarbler Meets the Vampire” (short story)
   • Eldritch Force (anthology; Weird House Publishing, publication TBA)

“Foragers” (short story)
   • Witches and Witchcraft (anthology; Hippocampus Press, 2025)

2025
Trial Phase (short story)
  • Shoggoths (anthology; Crossroad Press, publication TBA)

2026
Broken Barriers
(novel)
   • Crossroad Press/Macabre Ink (publication TBA)


Friday, November 22, 2024

For a Limited Time! Blue Devil Island Kindle Edition Is 99¢


FOR A LIMITED TIME...
Publisher Crossroad Press is offering the Kindle edition of my WWII novel, Blue Devil Island, for only 99¢. You can spend a buck, get yourself an exciting book to keep you busy for a coupla days, and still have enough to snag yourself a cold one or two.

THE STORY
AUTUMN, 1943: The beginning of the American offensive against the Japanese in the South Pacific. Just west of the Solomon Islands lies a remote, desert island called Conquest, where the U.S. Navy stations a new fighting squadron, led by Lieutenant Commander Drew McLachlan, an ace pilot and veteran of the Battle of Coral Sea.

With his group of air warriors, who call themselves the Blue Devils, McLachlan soars into frequent combat with the Japanese, inflicting serious casualties upon the enemy. However, on the squadron's island home, signs appear that it may not be entirely alone, for in nearby volcanic caves, McLachlan finds evidence of habitation by unknown natives — natives that resemble no known living race, and that may yet exist in the mysterious subterranean catacombs. As the tension on the island mounts, McLachlan is forced to fight on two fronts: against their known enemy, the Japanese, and an unknown, predatory force that leaves mutilated victims as the only evidence of its presence.

As the Solomons campaign enters into its final skirmishes, the Japanese, at last, turn their attention to Conquest Island. In the final conflict, the Blue Devils find themselves the target of an overwhelming assault by the desperate Imperial Japanese forces—and McLachlan must face the reality that the key to his men’s survival lies deep in the dark and deadly caves of Conquest Island itself.

"Rainey skillfully mixes military fiction with alien encounters to present a fast-paced tale of wartime heroics and unearthly terrors. Blue Devil Island is a good selection for large science-fiction or horror collections."—Library Journal


Sunday, October 20, 2024

Coming in February 2025: THE HOUSE AT BLACK TOOTH POND


“Welcome to Aiken Mill, Virginia—The Cold Case Capital of the World.”
My new novel, The House at Black Tooth Pond, is scheduled for release by Macabre Ink (the horror imprint of Crossroad Press) in February 2025...and yes, I have the excitement!

AIKEN MILL, VA: A legend-haunted town in Sylvan County, located in a remote mountainous corner of the state. Now, a mutilated body has turned up in the town. During his investigation, Sheriff Bryce Parrott discovers frightening clues that lead him to believe that some inhuman force may be responsible for the killing.

While exploring the darkest corners of Sylvan County, psychology professor Martin Pritchett and his brother, Phillip, happen upon a crumbling, century-old house beside a body of water called Black Tooth Pond. A strange compulsion leads both men back to the house time and time again, but neither can remember any of the events that occur there.

As both Sheriff Parrott and the Pritchett brothers attempt to solve their respective mysteries, their paths begin to converge — paths that lead directly to the ancient, foreboding house at Black Tooth Pond.

Pre-orders will be available very soon. Stay tuned for more... much more!... about The House at Black Tooth Pond!

"Stephen Mark Rainey's talent is on display here like never before. His masterful use of imagery transported me to shadow-haunted Sylvan County. I heard the eerie cry of the whippoorwill, that cry that marks the presence of the evil entity that roams the woods and lurks within the walls of the house at Black Tooth Pond. You will hear it, too."—Mike Davis, The Lovecraft eZine
Cover art by J. Edward Neill; pen & ink rendering by me, circa 1990, of the actual house that is the basis for the setting in this novel.

Tuesday, August 20, 2024

Back From NecronomiCon... at Last!


For me, one helluva grand adventure in Providence, Rhode Island, began on Thursday, August 15 and ran — technically — through Sunday, August 18. The trip home extended my personal adventure a full extra day, and not in a desirable way. Still, this particular snafu hardly impacted the incredible adventure of NecronomiCon Providence, 2024.

Thursday, August 15
I had originally intended to leave for Providence on Friday morning, which meant I'd arrive too late to attend a couple of the panels I'd hoped to be on. However, as it turned out, circumstances allowed me to leave a day earlier, which proved perfect for the panel schedule. Predawn on Thursday morning, I mounted up and set out for Providence by way of Piedmont Triad International Airport in Greensboro, with a connection in Philadelphia. A few years back, I had sworn off flying American Airlines due to their abysmal customer service, but for this trip, American was the only airline whose flight schedule accommodated mine. I'm happy to say that, on the outbound trip, things could not have gone more smoothly. Smack on schedule, with no complications along the way, my aircraft landed at Rhode Island T.F. Green International Airport. By the time I reached baggage claim, my checked suitcase was waiting for me on the carousel. After a relatively quick Uber ride, I checked in at the Omni Providence Hotel, one of the two main venues for the con.

There was a geocache at the convention center adjacent to the hotel so — first things first — I walked over and found it. Hooray! A new state to add to my caching stats.
Home away from home: the Omni Providence Hotel

Once registered at the con, I headed straight for the dealer's room, where I met Lovecraft eZine proprietor Mike Davis and man-about-town Pete Rawlik, soon to be joined by Mike & Bridgette Brenmark. Mike D. was kind enough to offer space for some of my books at the eZine table, so I joined the group working the table for various spells over the duration of the con. Almost immediately, I ran into Kristi Petersen Schoonover, the editor of 34Orchard magazine and the anthology Wicked Sick, both of which feature my work. Somewhere in here, I also ran into authors Matthew Bartlett, Mike Burke, the mysterious Johnny Canine, Kristin Dearborn, Scott Goudsward, Michelle Renee Lane, John Langan, Errick Nunnally, Paul Tremblay, and many other folks whose paths have crossed mine, either virtually or in person. No one inflicted grievous harm upon me, which I always interpret as a good sign.

Mid-afternoon, I set out on a medium-length walk around downtown Providence, where I found a single physical cache and completed the virtual stages of a nearby Adventure Lab. Every day of this trip, I far exceeded my daily mileage goal (at last four miles) on foot, I can tell you!

At 5:00 p.m., the opening ceremonies commenced at the nearby First Baptist Church in America, which H.P. Lovecraft himself admired for its history and architecture. Here, I met eZine regulars Matt Carpenter and Alan Hughes and plagued them with my existence. A lovely parade of Great Old Ones, Deep Ones, and other Unspeakable Things commenced, accompanied by unearthly organ music from above. During the proceedings, the sky opened up to dump torrents on the land, which made for a wet return to the hotel. Happily, none of us melted, drowned, or otherwise demised.

Come dinnertime, our Lovecraftian contingent headed to Reiner's Bar & Game Room at the Graduate Hotel (formerly The Biltmore) a short couple of blocks down from the Omni. Damned good food and drink, and we made arrangements for a big honking party of 20 on the following night for the Lovecraft eZine Patreon subscribers. In fact, I'm going to give this particular Patreon a well-deserved plug here, as Mike provides incredible amounts of content and goes way above and beyond when it comes to giving subscribers their money's worth. I've been on board this train for a couple of years, and as a regular panelist on the eZine's Sunday night podcast, I can tell you that if you are in any way a fan of the Lovecraftian/cosmic horror oeuvre, there's no better value out there.

Several of us hung out at the bar until it was time to pack it in.
Lovecraftian horrors! Old dude, Lovecraft eZine proprietor Mike Davis, Pete Rawlik, Mike & Bridgette Brenmark
Old dude and Kristi Petersen Schoonover
A taste of Providence — on the way to the opening ceremonies at the First Baptist Church in America
Those Baptists... what a wacky bunch!
Friday, August 16
The day's first panel of interest was Joe Pulver: The bEast Among Us, at 9:30 a.m. Joe and I were good friends for many years, having shared numerous literary, social, and anti-social adventures in the middle 2000s, usually at the home of author/editor Robert M. Price, in Selma, NC. Later, he became a regular on the Lovecraft eZine podcast, where he took great delight in disparaging my name and my character, for which I will always adore him. I hadn't signed up to be on the panel because, at the time, it didn't look like time would permit it. Little did I know then that I'd end up modifying my schedule significantly. C'est la vie. Anyhoo, on the panel, we had authors Chad Anctil, Jon Black, Michael Cisco, Pete Rawlik, and Jeffrey Thomas. It was a decent discussion about Joe and his work, and at the end, I was able to share an anecdote or two of no small amusement. I trust he is looking out from Carcosa over the Lake of Hali and scowling appropriately.

I here had the pleasure of finally... finally... meeting Jeff Thomas in person. Back in the 1980s and 90s, I published some of his work in Deathrealm, and we've been virtual friends ever since. A while back, we chatted face-to-face on a Zoom interview, but until now, I'd never been able to shake him by the hand, rip off his arm, and batter him about the face and head. What a fuckin' treat this was!
Joe Pulver: The bEast Among Us panel: (L–R) Jeffrey Thomas, Michael Cisco, Peter Rawlik,
Jon Black, Chad Anctil
Afterward, I was a panelist at Small Press of the 1970s/1980s, along with Paul DiFilippo, Tim Lonegan, Darrell Schweitzer, and Alan Tromp. We had a good turnout and a good discussion, with Alan providing an excellent slide show of numerous magazine covers from the period in question, including quite a few from Deathrealm.
Kristi Petersen Schoonover hanging with a bunch
of Providence locals

I had a lunch date with Kristi Petersen Schoonover and her husband Nathan, and since their time was of the essence, we headed to the nearby Caffé Nero for a coffee and a quick bite. From there, I headed back to the dealer's room to work the table for a while. Mid-afternoon, I took a break to hoof it around several relatively nearby locations in Providence to hunt caches. I had much success (and a wee bit of unsuccess). And again, back to the dealer's room. Happily, I sold a fair number of books (though, sadly, those funds — and a hell of a lot more — quickly evaporated thanks to the Sunday–Monday travel debacle).

The evening's plan was the eZine Patreon dinner at Reiner's, where 19 sinister folks gathered at a big honking table and made merry with much food and drink. Afterward, Pete Rawlik was hosting Lovecraftian trivia at the nearby Trinity Brewhouse, so Johnny Canine, Alan Hughes, and Kevin Joiner proceeded to the venue to heckle him. This we did, and we consumed some entertaining spirits, including one to which I took an unexpected shine — a Jamaican-themed brew called "Jamaican Me Crazy," a tropical stout with flavors of coconut, orange, and coffee. Not what I might ordinarily consider my speed, but damn if I didn't enjoy it.

Then, rather than retire, I took a very light-night stroll into Providence's dimmer corners to hunt a geocache. Fortunately, I found it readily, and I didn't die. When I later described my adventure to some native Providencials, they made no bones about the fact that I am a lunatic. Hey, I'm a happy a lunatic. And after this night, one geocache richer.
Old dude and New England horror author Scott Goudsward
Mike Davis and John Langan muddling their way through the Dutch copy of John's novel, The Fisherman

Geocaching by night. L: The Hasbro Building; R: The Omni Providence Hotel... again

Saturday, August 17:
Early morning Providence

Once again, I was up early, so I guzzled some coffee and hit the streets to hunt a couple of nearby EarthCaches — geocaches for which you answer questions about geology at specific landmarks rather than hunt a physical container. Having successfully completed this endeavor, I headed back to the con to work the dealer table for a while. Then I had a lunch date at nearby 110 Grill with podcaster Penny Dreadful and author/editor Kat Kerestman — who presented me with contributor copies of her latest collaboration with S.T. Joshi, Shunned Houses, which features my story "The House at Black Tooth Pond." (The book's official release date is October 2; the hardcover and Kindle editions are now available for preorder, and the trade paperback will be available on the release date.) I had met Kat at AuthorCon this past year, and it was a delight to finally meet Penny Dreadful face to face, as I have been on her Dark Shadows podcast, Terror at Collinwood, a few times over the years.
Kat Kerestman, Penny Dreadful, and ye old dude at 110 Grill, with books
I spent the afternoon working the dealer's room until 5:00 p.m., when I was on the W.H. Pugmire: Queen of the Sesqua Valley panel, a tribute to longtime friend, author, poet, Deathrealm contributor, and more, Wilum H. Pugmire. Moderated by Nicole Cushing, the other panelists included Thomas Broadbent, Pete Rawlik, and Jeffrey Thomas. As you might imagine, this one, much like the Pulver panel, was bittersweet. Everyone presented their unique insights about and memories of Wilum, whose life and works touched all of us deeply. To wrap it up, I read Jessica Amanda Salmonson's poem, "Wilum," from Deathrealm #1, which was a tribute to him circa 1986, and all the more apt all these years later. Of all the panels I've been on over the years, this one probably hit me deepest in the emotions department.
The W.H. Pugmire: Queen of the Sesqua Valley panel: Nicole Cushing, Peter Rawlik, Thomas Broadbent, the old dude, Jeffrey Thomas
Sort of out of the blue, the eZine gang had decided we should all go to see Alien: Romulus, which was playing at the iMax cinema in the big indoor shopping mall adjacent to the hotel. So, immediately following the panel, I hauled ass to the cinema, bought popcorn and a beer for dinner, and settled in to watch the film. If you want to read my capsule commentary, you can see it on Facebook here. It might not be as glowing as some reviews I've seen.
Waterfire photo by Timothy Burrall

A number of folks had suggested we go down to the river to see Waterfire, a regular summer event for which over eighty braziers in the rivers that flow through downtown Providence — the Woonasquatucket, the Moshassuck, and the Providence Rivers — are set alight to create a spectacular "sculpture," created by artist Barnaby Evans. I was quite keen on this idea, but the movie had run long enough that logistical issues for meeting the others proved prohibitive. I thought about going down to one of the nearby parks on my own, but I kept getting texts from certain eZine personnel proclaiming that they were thirsty. So, for a final-night-of-the-con eZine gang fling, I joined the thirsty bunch and headed back to Trinity Brewhouse for a few more rounds, plus some much-needed food, since the popcorn had long since worn off. Afterward, I considered going on another lengthy geocache trek, but fatigue was beginning to set in, so I opted to head toward the sack.

Probably a good thing because I went out like a light.
Waterfire photo by Thomas Paine
Trinity Brewhouse final fling: the old man, Peter Rawlik, Alan Hughes, Bridget Brenmark, Mike Brenmark, Johnny Canine, Kevin Joiner
Sunday, August 18
Snazzy, wot?!

I rose early for a nice walk after a final downtown Providence cache, and then I hauled myself to the dealer's room for a while. By the last day, crowds had thinned a bit, and I don't believe any of us sold much. Once again for lunch, I met Kristi and Nathan Schoonover at 110 Grill, where I discovered that they make damned good bloody marys. Here, at long last, I ran into author Nick Kaufman, who'd been posting photos from the con all weekend, but until this moment, I'd seen no proof of life. Always nice to see Nick.

The dealer's room closed at 4:00 p.m., so I hung out until then with the last stragglers. My flight out was supposed to leave at 8:30-ish, so I had plenty of time to kill. I caught an Uber out to PVD, checked my bag, and then went walking again to hunt a nearby cache outside the airport. It rained a little in Providence, but there were reports of major storms to the south of us, and I learned that numerous flights had been delayed or canceled.

I killed time by putting in a lot of mileage à pied and checking out the various drinking/dining establishments. To my surprise, I ran into artist Nick Gucker, whom I'd not seen at the con, so it was nice to chat with him for a bit. He'd illustrated a couple of my stories for early issues of The Lovecraft eZine. I amused myself (sort of) by observing the shit going on around me (examples here). Come time to board, there was no plane at the gate, and on the arrival/departure schedule well over half the listed flights were delayed or canceled. Our plane never showed up, and around 10:30 p.m., it was officially canceled.

The soonest I could get another flight to Greensboro would be at 4:35 the following afternoon, which American booked for me. But this meant having to collect my checked bag and finding a hotel — the cost of which the airline would not reimburse since weather issues are an "act of God." I knew there was a Hampton Inn & Suites nearby because I'd seen it while I was geocaching earlier in the day. It was the closest walkable lodging, and I wasn't about to pay for transportation to get there. Thankfully, it wasn't raining — much, anyway; I did get sprinkled on. The place was way the fuck overpriced and no great shakes, but at least it was reasonably comfortable. Any port in a storm, eh?

Monday, August 19
Hey! There are caches nearby! So, I got up early, had a quick (thankfully complimentary) breakfast, and set out walking. Picked up two caches, which at least gave me a smile. I had to be out of the hotel by 11:00 a.m., which meant another lengthy spell hanging around PVD. By now, I'm getting really tired of looking at the place. Again, I hoofed it over to the terminal, checked my bag, and found some lunch. Then I walked back and forth a lot. Again. Drank damned bloody marys. Again. So, I decide to console myself by considering all the good things about the moment. The airport has air conditioning. There is food and drink (albeit ridiculously expensive). Bombs are not falling around me. The likelihood of suddenly finding myself a refugee seems very slim. So, all things considered, I reckon life is pretty good.

But the plane is late. Here we go. Again. My biggest worry now is that Kim has already left for Michigan, so the cats only have enough food to last for the evening. Fortunately, I'm able to ascertain that friend Samaire can step in for cat maintenance if necessary. Finally, over an hour late, the plane lands, and we eventually get to board. It takes a while, but finally, we're off the ground and on our way to PHL.

Fortunately, my layover at PHL was long enough that I still had about an hour wait. We boarded almost on time, but once we headed out toward the runway... we stop dead. And we sit. And we sit. And we sit. After thirty minutes or so, the pilot tells us that because of new, approaching weather fronts, they're waiting for approval of a new flight plan. So we sit. And sit. And sit.

Finally, after an hour and a half on the runway, we're airborne. It's bumpy up there, but — thankfully — we make good time, and at just after 11:00 p.m. — about two hours late — we touch down at GSO. Happily, my checked bag has ridden on the plane with me and is delivered via carousel within a matter of minutes.

Then the hour-long drive to Martinsville, which I made safely. The cats were thrilled to see me, evidenced by their choruses of "where the hell our foods?"

So, it was quite an adventure from start to finish, the "finish" adventure being far less enjoyable than the rest.

At the end of the day, I freaking loved NecronomiCon. It's held every two years, so I hope circumstances will prove favorable for attending it in the future. There are so many people I already know and have wanted to meet who are NecronomiCon regulars, and this was one of those gatherings where I felt right at home with the "gang" — the Lovecraft eZine folks. My only regret was that I didn't get to see quite a few people whom I knew were there... somewhere. Given the size of the con and the fact it's spread out over several locations, with lots of concurrent programming, it's impossible to do everything and see everyone. Which just means I've gotta go back. Hopefully, again and again.

And there are still plenty of caches to hunt in Providence.

Thursday, April 11, 2024

A Graveside Chat with J.B. Lee

Artist J.B. Lee is a prolific painter/illustrator with an impressive portfolio of scary images, influenced by horror authors such as H.P. Lovecraft, August Derleth, Joseph Payne Brennan, and others, as well as such classic horror/science fiction TV series as The Outer Limits, Thriller, One Step Beyond, and others. J.B. kindly agreed to talk about his work and provide a number of his creations to be posted here.

 
AGC: You are clearly a devotee of some of the most seminal television science fiction/horror shows of the 1950s and 1960s — specifically, The Outer Limits, Thriller, and One Step Beyond. Much of your art is done "in the style of" these shows. Could you relate some of your earliest memories of these classics — and elaborate on how they influenced your art and its themes?

JBL: I saw all three of those shows in their original run, maybe not every episode, but enough to make an impression on a kid somewhere between 3 and 9 years old. The first One Step Beyond — or “Alcoa Presents,” as we called it — that I remember was "Emergency Only," and that aired in 1959, three days before I turned three. Maybe I caught it in reruns, I couldn’t say, but I do recall it. But I could read at two and a half, or at least that was when they realized I was reading. L’il Abner gave me away! Remember L’il Abner, the newspaper comic strip? My parents thought I was just making up things the characters were saying until they actually checked one day. That must have been a shock! August Derleth would have italicized that sentence: “The boy was actually reading what it said in those word balloons!”

So, I was quite precocious, and if I didn’t understand everything that was going on, I sure caught enough of it. And I was a kid, so I took everything that was said at face value. When scary John Newland said this was a true story, hey, it was a true story! He’s an adult, so he wouldn’t lie about it! So, yes, that woman foresaw the future, and yes, the ghost really haunted the U-Boat, and you bet that guy’s wife kept hearing an airplane crashing through their house. That was the one that scared me the most — it’s titled "Tonight at 12:17" — not least because we lived near a small airport and planes were always buzzing around. Another gem was "The Captain's Guests," written by Twilight Zone scribe Charles Beaumont, based around an idea he’d resurrect a few years later for the Lovecraft adaptation The Haunted Palace.  That certainly left an impression!

The first Thriller I remember seeing was "The Purple Room," and that’s considered the first “horror” episode, even though it Scooby-Doos us with a fake monster in the end. But there would soon come things that weren’t fake, oh, you bet! Harry Townes’ good look at himself through the cursed eyeglasses of "The Cheaters"… Macdonald Carey striking a deal with John Emery’s terrifying devil in "The Devil's Ticket"… Hans the mannequin coming to life in "The Weird Tailor"… William Shatner, not yet Captain Kirk, vainly fleeing the scythe of "The Grim Reaper." And Boris Karloff as host. He was very different from One Step Beyond’s John Newland; he was rarely sinister, he just invited us to join him and see sinister things. More often than not he was seemingly as scared of what was coming as we soon would be!
From H.P. Lovecraft's "The Call of Cthulhu"

The scariest episode of that show, at least to a 5 year old, was "The Return of Andrew Bentley." The undead Bentley skulking around the house was bad enough, but he had a demon familiar with him, clawed, cloaked, with an eyeless maw for a face! When the first pictures from 1979’s Alien began to appear in magazines – just a close-up of the business end of the head – I looked at this eyeless monster and his mouth full of teeth and immediately flashed on Andrew Bentley’s Familiar. And John Newland is in that one as a hero – I didn’t recognize him as the One Step Beyond Man, but I have no doubt that at least subconsciously that made the episode even scarier.

And then came The Outer Limits, and by that time I was old enough to recall every episode. Not perfectly — for many years I thought "The Guests" was titled "Parasite Mansion," and when a Starlog Magazine episode guide revealed it as "The Guests," I found myself baffled, because I knew something scary had been titled "Parasite Mansion," but couldn’t recall what. (It’s a Thriller episode.) I was there from the start, Monday night 9/16/63, watching Cliff Robertson pick up a transmission from the Andromeda Galaxy, and ultimately picking up a radioactive alien from said galaxy in the bargain! I have no doubt that Joseph Stefano’s purple prose for that show helped prime the pump for me to be completely receptive to H.P. Lovecraft’s strange stories about 6 years later. Consider this alien’s line from "The Invisibles": “We were conceived in the nothingness of space, sired by a satyr of cosmic energy, formed by the coming together of sick, nameless nuclei that waited a billion billion years for that precise, ungodly moment.” HPL would sign his name to that! And while The Outer Limits was supposedly science fiction, it was actually the most Lovecraftian of the three shows that powerfully influenced this Monster Kid way back then. For many years certain TOL episodes were the most HPL-ish films we had. Watch "A Feasibility Study," "Don't Open Till Doomsday," "The Guests," "Wolf 359," "It Crawled Out of the Woodwork," everything about those shows is Lovecraftian — the direction, cinematography, monster design, Weird Science. They nailed the atmosphere perfectly.

And it was the atmosphere that I took away for my own work. The bizarre camera angles, the chiaroscuro. Since embracing this monochromatic approach to my monsters, I absolutely believe there is something about black and white that makes things more terrifying — working on your subconscious fear that the light is failing, and you’re about to be left in the dark. “Red is grey and yellow, white,” intoned the Moody Blues all those ages ago, speaking of nightfall. And I say “my monsters,” but they’re someone else’s monsters. I’m like Lovecraft’s weird artist Richard Upton Pickman — he was a skilled craftsman with no imagination at all. Thurber goes on in the story about how the best weird artists have a model conjured up by their imagination, but the irony is that Pickman doesn’t have that. He has his skill and a camera, and he knows where the weird things are. I do the same thing with other people’s imaginations. Someone writes “…a darkness fell out of the clouds like a black meteorite, a darkness grotesquely shaped like a man with carmine eyes like stars for eyes in its bloated blot of a head,” and I show that to you with my craft. Points if you know who wrote that — it’s from the best story about that monster that’s out there, and it wasn’t written by the creator of said critter. In fact, its creator never saw that story! Another tale that someone needs to be putting on film, instead of putzing around with the unfilmable At the Mountains of Madness! Oops, did I say that out loud?

AGC: The works of H.P. Lovecraft and other writers from that "weird tales" era feature prominently in your compositions. Do you feel that those literary works and the visual/narrative styles of the shows mentioned above naturally complement each other? Given the constraints of budget, technology, etc. from the 1950s and 1960s, those black and white television shows oftentimes presented remarkably effective "bears," as they called the monsters in those days. What "bear" out of dark lit would you most liked to have seen back then if you'd had your druthers, so to speak?
From August Derleth's "The Shuttered Room"

JBL:
One Step Beyond was hampered by its format. It could only do things that might be accepted as “true” by the audience. So dreams, visions, premonitions were its stock in trade, occasionally a ghost. They definitely did Harvey’s "August Heat" as “The Stone Cutter”, though. Didn’t credit Harvey, either, but give that one a look and decide for yourself. I think Charles Beaumont forgot he was writing for OSB, not Twilight Zone, when he did "The Captain's Guests," because there’s a transformation there that might be a little hard to swallow as a real event. Not that I had any problem accepting it, not back then! But Thriller and The Outer Limits had no such constraints. The Outer Limits always tried to explore the human condition with its stories — Joseph Stefano famously said he was allowed to show a genocidal massacre as long as aliens were the ones getting massacred — but Thriller, at least under the hand of producer William Frye, existed for one reason: to scare the viewer. To the devil with morality plays!

That said, I would have given much to have seen The Outer Limits take on Lovecraft’s "The Colour Out of Space." That oft-filmed story begs for the sort of grotesque noir approach TOL became famous for… and their Acme Optical Printer would have been putting in overtime on that show, when the Colour began to spread through the farmhouse and over the farm! But Lovecraft doesn’t have the sort of character depth and interaction The Outer Limits demanded, and Thriller just barely touched on science fiction, so "Colour" didn’t happen. A second-season TOL episode titled "Cry of Silence" proves to be a much more benign take on the same sort of story, and as close as TOL ever came to such a thing. The German filmmaker Huan Vu gave us something pretty close to what I imagine TOL would have presented in his 2010 version of the story, Die Farbe (The Colour). I consider it the best HPL film we have at present.

And Thriller — how I wish we’d had a good Joseph Payne Brennan adaptation from that show! They did two of his stories as "The Lethal Ladies," and they’re good, but neither of them were the sort of weird horror he did so well. I absolutely believe that show could have pulled off his classic "Slime," even in 1960 — no TV show had shadows blacker than Thriller could muster, and they could have used that cinematography to make us think we saw more of Brennan’s shapeless black monster than any costume could present. Failing that, though, I’m sure Thriller’s take on "Canavan's Back Yard" or "The Horror at Chilton Castle" would have been unforgettable, and much easier for the show to accomplish. Worlds of If!

AGC: You are a minister at a Christian church, if I'm not mistaken. Have any of the tenets of your faith played into your appreciation of cosmic horror — or vice-versa?
From H.P. Lovecraft's "The Haunter of the Dark"

JBL: I am the pastor at Hughes Creek church of God, up the hollow where I live. I tell people I pastor "up Hughes Creek" and people say “Oh, you’re the pastor of that great big church with the electronic sign,” only to have me reply “No, I’m the pastor of the little tiny church with no sign, where the paved road ends and the dirt road begins.” Our tenets are somewhat different from much of Christendom — at least American Christendom, I don’t know what people are teaching in the churches of Denmark or Vietnam! We believe there’s one church; the Biblical name for it is "Church of God," but every follower of Christ is in it, regardless of what it says over the door. Hence one of our mottos is “We reach our hand in fellowship to every blood-washed one.” We keep no roll and sign no membership books for the same reason — your membership in the church is between you and God. We don’t believe in a literal millennial reign on the future earth, but a spiritual kingdom of the heart in the here-and-now, where the law of Christ is to be followed: Love God, love people (Matt. 22:37-39). The church and the kingdom are the same thing. We believe the book of Revelation to be almost all symbolic, and that most of it has already occurred. So we don’t expect a literal Great Tribulation, or a literal capital-A Antichrist — a term that doesn’t appear in Revelation, by the way. We don’t believe 666 is the number of the devil, the mark of the beast, and we don’t believe it’s going on your head or your hand in some nightmare future dystopia, and we don’t buy a piece of gum to prevent getting $6.66 in change back at the grocery. So we differ from much of Christianity in our doctrine. If someone reading this does believe in those things and wonders what kind of heretic I am, then I’ll say to them what I’ve said to many others: “You pray for me and I’ll pray for you, and we’ll come into an understanding of the truth together.”

I said all that to say this: traditional Christian-based demonology horror, which revolves around exorcisms and demons and antichrists, never did much for me before I was Christian, and does even less given my beliefs now. I did like the first two Omen movies, 666 or no, and Jerry Goldsmith’s scores for those films are great. And The Car, in which the devil becomes an automobile, is definitely a “guilty pleasure,” as they say. Had a great time with that film at the Kearse Theater in 1977. Alas, the Kearse is gone now, like so much of the Charleston of my youth.

But my favorite horror movie, without question, is Tourneur’s Night of the Demon, and that demon certainly wouldn’t listen to Fathers Merrin and Karras or trouble Regan MacNeil, unless she went to school with Karswell’s kid and he pranked her with the dreaded runes. That fiend isn’t a Biblical demon. Much closer to one of Lovecraft’s menagerie. There’s this bit in the film where one of the investigators shows us all these pictures of demons from different mythologies, reciting their names, and yikes! They all look the same! That was a constant in August Derleth’s Cthulhu stories — someone relating all the mythological fiends that resembled Cthulhu or Ithaqua or whoever the monster of the month was, so we’d believe there was Something To It and all these peoples had seen the same horror. Anyway, the monsters that really scared me, from childhood on, weren’t Biblically based at all. The Zanti Misfits. the Killer Shrews. the Monolith Monsters. the H-Man. So even before my experience with Christ, weird horror, cosmic horror, meant much more to me than traditional demonic stuff. The three greatest horror stories ever written are "The Colour Out of Space," "The Willows," and "The White People." You won’t find much traditional Christian-based horror in any of those.

AGC: Although not at all similar in style, I feel your body of work is in some ways comparable to that of Lee Brown Coye, who rendered many, many of my favorite illustrations of Lovecraftian horrors and related imagery. Are there any artists, either in the horror field or out of it, whom you might claim as influences for your work.
From John Wyndham's Day of the Triffids

JBL: I like Coye’s work, but just not as illustrations! His Wilbur Whateley, for instance, on the dust jacket of The Dunwich Horror and Others — that’s a remarkably creepy guy, but it doesn’t look like Lovecraft’s Whateley boy at all! I grew up watching all the Hanna-Barbera superhero shows on Saturday morning, so of course Alex Toth influenced my stuff. Likewise the comic book artists of the time — Dr. Strange’s Steve Ditko, Fantastic Four’s Jack Kirby, Magnus Robot Fighter’s Russ Manning. My parents were suspicious of comic books, no doubt because of the Horror Comic Panic of the early Fifties, which they’d probably heard about in the magazines and newspapers. That was all over by the time I came along, but my folks didn’t want me reading those “bad books.” So of course they had the magnetism of the forbidden, and when I was 6 I cried and begged and pleaded to get one. The one I wanted — and got — was DC Showcase #39, starring the robotic heroes The Metal Men, and introducing their most tenacious enemy, a walking vat of toxic waste called Chemo. This thing was drawn by the team of Ross Andru and Mike Esposito, and it scared me senseless. I was afraid to touch any part of the comic where Chemo resided. I’d read so far and then go bury it at the bottom of the toy box, only to eventually come back and go on reading. I had occasional nightmares about Chemo until I was in my mid 20s. I’d be dreaming about some girl I had a crush on in jr.high school, and suddenly Chemo would barge in and Ruin Everything. There’s one for you, Dr Freud! Sometimes a monster is just a monster! It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if the old boy would pop up again some night, all these years later. So I’d say Andru and Esposito — and Metal Men scribe and creator Robert Kanigher -- definitely influenced not only my art, but my BENT as well!

There were others, surely. I remember the epiphany I had the first time I ever saw an Edward Hopper – that would have been "Gas," when I was in 10th grade. My goodness, that struck me powerfully. I wrote an essay about it so overloaded with Lovecraftian adjectives my art teacher could only say “I guess you liked it—?” And still others. Piet Mondrian. Was he a synaesthete? I sure think he was. Marc Chagall. Paul Klee. Roberto Matta, exposing the terrifying colliding angles of other dimensions! Frank Belknap Long referred to two Matta works I have never been able to track down, with weird Cthulhuoid names: "Icrogy Fecundated" and "Rghuin Monstrous Triumphs." Somewhere out there those things are waiting to blast me, I’m sure. “Sometimes it’s better not to know…” but I’m determined to know, sooner or later. Brancusi and Calder, bringing the abstraction of dream into the real world with their sculptures and mobiles, not that I’ve ever been very good at that sort of thing. But they sure were! I sometimes refer to the wonderfully designed alien robot in the movie Kronos as the “Brancusi bot.” And that reminds me of William Neal’s biomechanical creatures that were all over the sleeve of Emerson Lake and Palmer’s Tarkus album, itself an opener of the way as well. Dali of the molten watches, of course. And the EC Comics artists, better late than never. My favorite of that lot was Jack Davis; really liked Bernard Krigstein and Wally Wood, too.

There have been all kinds. I could go on, but I won’t. I’m happy to have lived in a time when so many great works of art are so easy to find. All but Matta’s Icrogy and Rghuin, those mysterious devils! Someday... SOMEDAY...

AGC: You typically post a "NOT AI" disclaimer with your work, which I personally applaud. I think it's safe to say that you have anything but a positive opinion of AI-generated art. Do you foresee AI having longterm negative ramifications for the creative field? What about in the broader world — in business, science, news, etc.?
From Walter C. DeBill's "Where Yidhra Walks"

JBL: I’m sure you know about the recent "Willie Wonka" Experience — they couldn’t use the name Wonka in the thing, so they called him Willy McDuff — in Glasgow across the pond, where all the ads and the script were generated by AI, and that was the beginning of sorrows. Quite a few people believe Disney wrote the script to their film Wish with AI, and if you watch that film you’ll understand why they think that. AI is nothing but a plagiarism engine, shaving real people’s art and writing so it can present its user with an aggregate of the stubble. A musician named Per Thomhav, who releases excellent Tangerine Dreamish electronic music under the name Synth Replicants, bought one of my pieces for the cover of his album Zentropol — which you can buy on Bandcamp, let me add! I was looking at that cover one day and glumly thought to myself “AI could turn out something like that pretty easily.” Especially if my Zentropol cover was used to train it first! That’s the world we live in. Before I learned that the more you play with an AI, the better it gets at its crimes, I fiddled around with ChatGPT a little. I asked it for an outline for a sermon once, giving it the pericope to use, and it spat out a reasonably teachable Bible study with absolutely no practical application to real life. Next, I asked it to write an outline for a horror story about a man possessed by the cold. I don’t know who fed it Ramsey Campbell’s Midnight Sun, but it had definitely been trained on that novel! But I no longer play with it at all. I know a man involved in the mechanics of film-making who considers it the greatest tool he’s ever encountered, but I don’t know how he’s using it. His talents are beyond my understanding. Let’s hope it has some use beyond plagiarism. We are certainly going to find out if it does, because you can’t put the explosion back in the bomb.


But there will always be artists and writers who do it because they want to, no matter what AI does or doesn’t do. Keep creating! Keep expressing yourself! Everyone is an artist until life talks them out of it. Don’t let that happen. Work to show the world the worth of human inspiration. As Phillips Brooks said a long time ago, “Do not pray for easy lives; pray to be stronger men! Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers; pray for powers equal to your tasks! Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle. But you shall be a miracle. Every day you shall wonder at yourself, at the richness of life which has come in you by the grace of God.” That seems like good advice to me.

AGC: Thanks very much, J.B.!
Another rendering from H.P. Lovecraft's "The Haunter of the Dark"
From Henry Kuttner and C.L. Moore's "The Twonky"
L: From John W. Campbell's Who Goes There?
R: From H.P. Lovecraft and August Derleth's The Lurker at the Threshold

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