I like the way H.P. Lovecraft's prose drips. He's not much on imagery, but he's great on describing its effects on the beholders. It's a different kind of showing ("show, don't tell"), so to speak.
It's also easy to overdo. He's like the logical conclusion to Poe (see Mask of the Red Death
, Fall of the House of Usher
, and The Black Cat
in particular) ... there's a lot to be said for his style, and some of it is good.
Despite the silly bits and the hard-to-ignore racism, there's something compelling about his stories and the cosmicism
plays a big role in what compels. The idea that human beings aren't simply inferior, but irrelevant
on a cosmic scale lends extreme weight. Cthulhu isn't driving men mad by invading their dreams ... his dreams are simply floating in the void and humanity just happens to pick them up (example, not necessarily specifically accurate).
Lovecraft tells the stories in a way that makes me feel like his characters aren't writers or storytellers. They are driven and shocked normal(ish) human beings who have come face to face with unspeakable horrors
(uber dramatic voice).
Hm, I can see I'm waxing long. And I haven't even heard the episode yet. More thoughts on this later, perhaps.