Whenever I have to thread a needle - or put a key into a lock, or whatever - I think of my secretary.
He's about 80%.
Because he was also one of the best writers of the 20th century.
The HP Lovecraft Historical society makes them (among many other things).
Try reading "The Colour Out of Space." It's the best thing he ever wrote, it has no squid monsters, and it's pretty fantastic. Only downhill from there for those who aren't into him, but I think that's probably the one story of his I can unreservedly recommend to anyone who likes horror.
He did live in Brooklyn for a while.
There's a pretty sweet one in Alexandria, too. When my parents came to visit, my mother asked if that was the Washington Monument.
Carmilla. Lesbian horror porn has a long and storied history.
I think I'd be more interested if it was about literature rather than film, although I'm not going to lie, the Lovecraft film class looks pretty sweet.
Original Arabic, the Latin Vulgate, the John Dee version? And does the school bookstore have affordable used copies of the Pnakotic Manuscripts (with commentary) and Unaussprechliche Kulte (the Golden Goblin copy, please)?
L. Sprague De Camp, may he be torn to shreds by an invisible demon at a bazaar, wrote that. I think in order to intentionally hoodwink millions of nerds.
I've heard of Innsmouth High School Swim Team shirts. I feel like I really need to get one of those.
You can blame Straub for some of that, surely?
"Glamour" is another word for "illusion."
And Napoleon once said, "I know he's a good general, but is he lucky?"
You, sir, dodged a bullet.
To this day I have not actually seen with my eyes the last scene in the movie. I've heard it twice. But seen it? Hell no.
There's a reason King put this in a drawer for a good long while and never thought he would publish it.
The Green Mountains have their own majesty. And sidehill cows.