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Lovecraft on Republicans

Better known for his fearsome works of horror, Howard Phillips Lovecraft also wrote many letters to fellow authors.

Occasionally he would discuss politics.  He showed a prescience in that field which I hope he did not show in his other writings.

H. P. LOVECRAFT wrote, in a letter to C. L. Moore, August 1936;

As for the Republicans—how can one regard seriously a frightened, greedy, nostalgic huddle of tradesmen and lucky idlers who shut their eyes to history and science, steel their emotions against decent human sympathy, cling to sordid and provincial ideals exalting sheer acquisitiveness and condoning artificial hardship for the non-materially-shrewd, dwell smugly and sentimentally in a distorted dream-cosmos of outmoded phrases and principles and attitudes based on the bygone agricultural-handicraft world, and revel in (consciously or unconsciously) mendacious assumptions (such as the notion that real liberty is synonymous with the single detail of unrestricted economic license or that a rational planning of resource-distribution would contravene some vague and mystical ‘American heritage’…) utterly contrary to fact and without the slightest foundation in human experience? Intellectually, the Republican idea deserves the tolerance and respect one gives to the dead.

Six years earlier on October 4, 1930, he had written, in a letter to Robert E. Howard, – – – ‘Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity.’

I have not found a reference to him combining the two thoughts.

Perhaps the rest of his work is a warning of what may happen if the Republicans and the Fundamentalists joined forces.

Is Donald Trump one of the Shoggoth?

A Brig Named Sea Nymph, Buy it now with Paypal


The history of a Brig sailing the coasts of Australia
between 1850 and 1868 as recorded in the newspapers of the day.

Its voyages and some of the activities of her Masters, crew and owners reveal a lot about mid-1800’s Australia. Fully indexed.

If you have an interest in the sea or in history
or better still, in both, this is the book for you.

128 pages, privately published 2016, available from the author.

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A tad more expensive that I would have liked but that is Australian publishing.

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Thank you all for your encouragement.

An Exerpt

Old men who stay behind, do not inflame the young with words of war. The ruin you risk should be your own, not theirs.

Young men beware; to make you fight they must first make you fear then out of that, mould hate.

Take arms when all else fails, but mark you this: before the battle’s joined, remember what it is to see friends bleed. In the battle’s midst, remember peace is both behind you and ahead of you. Once the battle’s won, remember how it is that wars begin.

Kings and Captains, you who order way, know that your people, left alone, would choose to eat not fight, would choose to love not hate, would choose to sleep not die. Take care what you may say to turn them to your will. Tell them you fight for God, not gain and know your enemy is saying the same.

You who read this, pray for me. I have heard blind fury roar and sow the seeds of future war and I have wept as heroes died.


The Perfect Sinner, Will Davenport, 2004. 374pp


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Book Review; Albert of Adelaide, Howard L Anderson

I was led to this novel by Cathy of Kittling Books.

From the premise, a platypus escapes from the Adelaide Zoo and heads north looking for the “Old” Australia, I expected a lot of whimsy and Richard Bach stuff.

What I got was an easy-to-read, hard-to-put-down novel of life and death in a fantastical setting. A world of fantastic animals doing far too human things.

There are so many parallels with modern Australia and its rather strange politics. These are probably accidental as the author is from New Mexico with only a passing acquaintance of “Old” East Coast Australia. Yet he has found the unmentionable underground racism, the naive acceptance of the greediness of the “Bosses”, the bullying of those with the printing presses and the paradoxical mateship so necessary to survive the harshness of the Australian desert.

I am not going to spell out the subtle references in the book. I shall leave those for other readers to discover. In fact, I have this feeling that every reader will bring something of themselves to the meanings of this tale. This is possibly the hardest task for a story-teller and it is achieved easily by Anderson.

Moving away from the feelings and ideas engendered, the actual plot is strongly influenced by the “Old Wild West” of America. Battles and feuds and twistings of the Law abound with blood and injuries and death. All set in an authentic Australian desert landscape.

I recommend that all my Australian readers grab hold of this book and spend several hours looking for “Old” Australia. Then consider just how close to or far from “New” Australia that vision truly is.

Ruffling the perceptions of my place in the world is the greatest gift a writer can give. My equilibrium, like that of a spinning top, has been disturbed and when it stops wobbling I shall be in a new place.


Publisher: ALLEN & UNWIN ISBN: 9781742379029, Aust Pub.: July 2012
Hard cover
Pages, 288 $AUD 26.99;  Kobo Books Epub Pages, 288 , $15.09

Book Review; Pair of Dice Lost, Jeremy Ludlow

This is a volume for which I have been searching for many years. I first found a reference to it in the original Index Librorum Prohibitorum. By the fourth edition of this list, Pair of Dice Lost had been removed from the list, perhaps an indication of just how seriously the Catholic Church took this heresy.

While I have still been unable to find a copy of Ludlow’s work, I have at least found a review written by Tad Tuleja in his Catalogue of Lost Books.

An engraving from the original manuscript shows that Michelangelo was aware of this heresy although he could only code an allusion in his work.

It is also probable that Albert Einstein had access to this manuscript and his reading of it, coupled with his rejection of the heresy, led to his famous comment that, “God does not play dice with the Universe.”

Pair of Dice Lost (1671), Jeremy Ludlow

John Milton’s great poem Paradise Lost covers the biblical ground from the revolt of the rebel angels to the expulsion of Adam and Eve from Eden. Milton’s younger contemporary Ludlow, who was “enthralled by Mr. Milton’s sonorities,” nevertheless felt the epic lacked something, and he endeavored to provide it in a “predendum.” What was lacking, he felt, was a fuller depiction of Heaven before the revolt, when Lucifer was still the Son of Light and the favorite of God’s admiring legions. “It was Mr. Milton’s own picture of the Archfiend,” he explained, “that compelled me to intrude myself into his poem: for I felt that a Being so fully tortured must speak his case with the lacrimae doloris sui, and not the bombast of a Drunkard caught out at tippling.”

Ludlow was not the first or the last to question the rhetorical excesses of Milton’s “Archfiend,” though he was certainly unique in his response. Pair of Dice Lost describes the “halcyon aeons” from the beginning of Creation to Satan’s defection, during which the Creator and his luminous companions amuse themselves by running interplanetary races (Satan has the record for the Mercury­to-Jupiter circuit), quaffing an ethereal beverage called “nebula,” and when they tire of these exertions, gambling. Using polyfaceted “cosmic” dice, they play not for gain but for preeminence: the winners get to oversee the Milky Way for the next millennia, or (an even more coveted prize) to sit closer to God’s throne.

All goes well in this celestial entertainment palace until, around nineteen aeons A.C., Satan comes to a disturbing realization: since God is both omniscient and omnipotent, there is no assurance He is not cheating at the game, either by placing his bets on a fore­seeable outcome or by manipulating the dice as they fall. The favorite angel broaches this sticky subject, and is informed magisterially, “Have you then invented Morality, my shining One? And when I breathed upon the waters, where were you?”

Understandably upset at this response, Satan muses darkly, “If the Almighty will not then set down Rules, why his loyal subjects must need set down their Own.” So thinking, he steals the cosmic dice, hurls them cavalierly in the direction of the planet Earth, and waits for judgment. It is not long in coming. Unable to tease an apology out of Satan for “rashly picking up My marbles and going home,” God banishes him from the celestial presence and con­demns him to an eternity below on Earth. “On thy belly thou must goe,” Ludlow echoes Milton, “and eat dirt with the creatures that I send you; so much thou must endure until thou save my dice, and restore them to their proper horne.”

Satan never does find the dice – which is why, in Ludlow’s wry estimation, “This green yet besieged orb of mud and mistiness/ spins yet uncertain, the Almighty’s plan defied.” The Latitudinarian implications of this comment won Ludlow no friends among the Puritan hierarchy, and indeed his “spirited despatch” was soon made anathema both by Canterbury and (redundantly) by Rome. In the bitter whimsy of its theme – his hint that God himself may be out of control-it speaks more strongly to the modern temper than to Ludlow’s own.