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«Hullumeelsuse mägedes» kirjeldab ekspeditsiooni Antarktikasse aastal 1931, mille käigus kavatsetakse teostada erinevaid geoloogilisi uurimusi ja võtta pinnaseproove. Ühel päeval lööb pinnasepuur tühemikku maapinna sees ja avastatud koopast leitakse ürgsete loomade ja taimede jäänused, ent ka kummalisi olevusi, kellest ei saagi aru, mida nad endast kujutavad, ja kes pole k«Hullumeelsuse mägedes» kirjeldab ekspeditsiooni Antarktikasse aastal 1931, mille käigus kavatsetakse teostada erinevaid geoloogilisi uurimusi ja võtta pinnaseproove. Ühel päeval lööb pinnasepuur tühemikku maapinna sees ja avastatud koopast leitakse ürgsete loomade ja taimede jäänused, ent ka kummalisi olevusi, kellest ei saagi aru, mida nad endast kujutavad, ja kes pole ka kivistunud. Pärast seda, kui esialgu elutuna näivad olevused on geoloogide laagris tõelise verepulma korraldanud, võtavad kaks ekspeditsiooni liiget ette uurimisreisi hiiglasliku mäeaheliku taha, kus avastatakse massiivne varemeis linn, vanuseks kümneid miljoneid aastaid. Ning see varemeis linn on vaid avauseks ja väravaks maapõues peituvasse hiiglaslikku koobastesüsteemi, mis pole sugugi asustamata…H. P. Lovecrafti Cthulhu-sarja kuuluva teose suurim kirjanduslik inspiratsiooniallikas on ulmekirjanduse ühe rajaja Edgar Allan Poe romaan «Arthur Gordon Pymi lugu». Antarktika uurimine oli ka Lovecrafti eluaegne kirg, imetluse ja huvi objekt, teose üheks mõjutajaks loetakse kirjaniku enda ülitundlikkust külma suhtes ning sellega seotud hirme....

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  • Jennifer
    2018-12-15 00:25

    Imagine: Your friend goes to Antarctica with a team of scientists and discovers the remains of a before-the-dawn-of-time alien civilization AND then finds the ripped up bodies of some team members lying around AND then was chased by the lost alien forms. Cool. Except, your "friend" doesn't want to tell you about any of that. All he wants to do is describe the icy, mountainous, eerie, tunneled landscape that Roerich built: So you're like, no, go back to the part about the ripped up bodies.And he's like, no, let me tell you more about the icy, mountainous, eerie, tunneled landscape that Roerich built. And you say, tell me more about the gigantic albino penguins.And he says, haven't I told you about the icy, mountainous, eerie, tunneled landscape that Roerich built yet? Tell me more about your team members and that one guy you were with when that blob monster chased you! No, I need to tell you about the icy, mountainous, eerie, tunneled landscape that Roerich built when the light hits it at 2:31 p.m.Tell me more about what happened with that monster!And he's like, I think I need to tell you about the icy, mountainous, eerie, tunneled landscape that Roerich built when the light hits it at 2:36 p.m. By that point you're like, That's OK! I've gotta go clean my fish tank now or something...and you're not my friend anymore...(and who the heck is Roerich?)By the time I reached the last part of this book, I really didn't care about the story or what was to be found in the grandest, deepest, most ancient of all chambers in Antarctica that he was leading up to. I didn't care what his teammate saw that he REFUSED to talk about. And I didn't care about the ENTIRE history of this civilization that he somehow managed to decipher from pictographs off a wall in less than a day. Perhaps the writer was trying to create suspense throughout the story, but I just felt teased and strung along for most of it.

  • Helen Ροζουλί Εωσφόρος Vernus Portitor Arcanus Ταμετούρο Αμούν Arnum
    2018-11-24 04:17

    Ο Χ. Φ. Λάβκραφτείναι ένας και μοναδικός. Άρχοντας της φαντασίας και δημιουργός οραμάτων σε έναν κόσμο καταδικασμένο στο χάος του διαστήματος και τα προανθρώπινα δαιμόνια. Σε παντοτινές και προϋπάρχουσες δυνάμεις του φρικαλέου και του ανεξήγητα μεταφυσικού και σκοτεινού υλιστικού χάους. Ο κοσμικός τρόμος που απλώνεται στην αριστουργηματική γραφή του πηγάζει και εμπνέεται απο την ύπαρξη τεράτων-μορφών-άμορφων- θεών-προβολών- στο συνειδητά ασυνείδητο του ανθρώπου. «Ζούμε σ ένα γαλήνιο νησί άγνοιας, στη μέση των μαύρων ωκεανών του απείρου... αλλά κάποια μέρα... θα μας ανοιχτούν τέτοιες τρομακτικές απόψεις της πραγματικότητας που ή θα τρελαθούμε από τη φοβερή θέα της αποκάλυψης αυτής ή θα επιστρέψουμε στη νύχτα και την ασφάλεια ενός Μεσαίωνα». Κάποτε,πάρα πολύ παλιά, εκατομμύρια χρόνια πριν στην προανθρώπινη εποχή,η γη νεογέννητη ακόμη, κατοικήθηκε απο μια υπέρ εξελιγμένη {σιγά-σιγά} φυλή εξωγήινων πλασμάτων που περιγράφονταν σε αρχέγονους μύθους. Πριν έρθουν στη γη αποίκησαν και πολλούς άλλους πλανήτες. Τα πλάσματα αυτά που η δομή τους είναι περισσότερο ζωική,με πολλά στοιχεία και απο το φυτικό βασίλειο,αποτελούν παραμορφωμένες μορφές απροσμέτρητης βδελυγμίας. Είναι,οι ακόλουθοι μιας δαιμονικής εξωγήινης οντότητας με τιτάνια δύναμη που στην αρχαία γλώσσα ονομάζεται «Κθούλου». Είναι,οι Μεγάλοι Παλαιοί. Έχτισαν μια μεγαλιθική κυκλώπεια πόλη-βάση (την Ρ’λύε) σε κάποιο νησί του Ειρηνικού. Ήταν πλάσματα υπερδύναμα- ημιδρακοειδή-τιτάνια-ανθρωποχταποειδή-που την εποχή των δεινοσαύρων πολεμούσαν συνεχώς με άλλες τερατοεξωγήινες φυλές.Σόγγοθ,Μι-γκο,Χιονάνθρωποι των Ιμαλαΐων ήταν κάποιοι απο τους εχθρούς των Μεγάλων Παλαιών. Απο τις πολλές μάχες και κάποιες ανεξήγητες καταστροφές ο Κθούλου και η γενιά του αποκλείστηκαν στην μεγαλιθική μητρόπολη τους-η οποία βυθίστηκε στον ωκεανό-ημιναρκωμένοι για εκατοντάδες χρόνια. Δεν χάθηκαν. Λατρεύτηκαν ως θεότητες τόσο στη γη όσο και σε άλλους εξωκοσμικούς πλανήτες. Αυτοί οι Αρχαίοι θεοί,οι Μεγάλοι Παλαιοί εξασκούσαν μαύρη μαγεία πάνω στη γη,κάτι που ήταν απαγορευμένο. Για το λόγο αυτό,οι Πρεσβύτεροι θεοί (εκπροσωπούν το Καλό) τους εξόρισαν πέρα απο τα άστρα. Στο εξώτερο διάστημα. Μόνο ο Κθούλου παραμένει ναρκωμένος στην βυθισμένη Ρ’λύε και περιμένει το κάλεσμα για να ξυπνήσει και να επαναφέρει τη γενιά του στη γη. Πρέπει να έρθουν τα άστρα στη σωστή θέση...για να ανοίξουν οι πύλες της φυλακής και τότε τα χταποδόμορφα ειδεχθή πλάσματα με τις τεράστιες φτερούγες δράκου και τις μεμβράνες στα δάχτυλα θα επανέλθουν κοντά στα δημιουργήματα τους,τους ανθρώπους...Έως τότε επικοινωνούν μαζί μας μέσα απο τα όνειρα, όπως και ο Αρχιερέας τους ο Κθούλου,ο Εξώτερος θεός. Αυτές οι οντότητες δημιούργησαν τον άνθρωπο,σκόπιμα ή για πλάκα, κατά λάθος. Η ανθρώπινη δημιουργία πάνω στη γη ήταν ένα λάθος... ίσως. Όταν ξεπεραστεί αυτό το λάθος θα κατανοήσουμε την πηγή της δημιουργίας μας που καμία σχέση δεν έχει με όσα έχουν ως τώρα ανακαλύψει οι επιστήμονες. Η αρχέγονη πηγή δημιουργίας και η ανακάλυψη ανεξερεύνητων κόσμων και καινούργιων πυλών προς τη «γη της επαγγελίας»περιμένει όσους θέλουν να μάθουν, να μυηθούν και να βρουν «άλλους» ανθρώπους, όχι απλώς ζωντανά πλάσματα. Μαζί με τα «βουνά της τρέλας» σε αυτό το βιβλίο υπάρχουν άλλες δυο ιστορίες: « Η φρίκη του Ρεντ Χουκ» και «το Χρώμα που ήρθε απο το διάστημα». Δυο υπέροχα διηγήματα που έχουν κοινό παρονομαστή με το πρώτο. Το φρικιαστικό και εκφυλισμένο παρόν γεννιέται απο ενα μυθολογικά ζωώδες παρελθόν που πέθανε αλλά υπάρχει. Είναι ναρκωμένο αλλά επικοινωνεί πάντα μαζί μας,μυστικά και κοσμογονικά. Μέσα απο την αλήθεια της μυθολογίας του Κθούλου,[υπάρχει τεράστια-και όχι τυχαία-ομοιότητα με την ελληνική μυθολογία] ενεδρεύει μια παράλληλη αλήθεια,η οποία επεκτείνεται σε κάθε χωροχρόνο και διάσταση. Στα άστρα, στο σύμπαν,στον απέραντο βυθό των θαλασσών. Στην κούφια,ΑΒΥΣΣΑΛΕΑ- και γεμάτη υπόγειες στοές ενωμένες με εξωδιαστημικές πύλες- ΓΗ. Εδώ δεν υπάρχει έλεος, υπάρχει άβυσσος. Δεν καλλιεργούνται παραμύθια και ψευδαισθήσεις,γνωρίζουμε εξ αρχής το μάταιο και καταδικασμένο αγώνα μας με τα τέρατα της συνείδησης και της ύπαρξης. Μπορούμε να αντιμετωπίσουμε το ανυπέρβλητο σκοτάδι που μας ορίζει ως κανόνα ο Αρχιερέας του κοσμικού τρόμου; Αυτός ο «τρελός» συγγραφέας που διακατέχεται απο απόλυτη λογική και ορθολογισμό. Που χειρίζεται εμμονικά τη σκέψη και το μυαλό μας. Ο Λάβκραφτ αντιμετωπίζει το μακάβριο θαρραλέα,υπαινικτικά,μέσα απο μια γοτθική ατμόσφαιρα με προφητικές διαστάσεις, γνωρίζοντας πως οι εσωτερικοί μας δαίμονες μας έχουν εκ των προτέρων καταδικάσει. Όμως ο βασιλιάς της φανταστικής μυθολογικής λογοτεχνίας στέκεται ηρωικά και μας καλεί να θυσιαστούμε στο χάος του διαστήματος και των εσωτερικών δαιμόνων μας,σε ένα τρόμο χωρίς μεταφυσική. Να μυηθούμε. Να μην φοβηθούμε τον κίνδυνο. Να σταθούμε απέναντι του γνωρίζοντας την ήττα του γήινου κύκλου απο μια «ύλη νεκρή», «ζωντανή»και «αθάνατη»,που γεννάει τον απόλυτο μυθικό τρόμο και την κοσμική Απουσία. Να κατανοήσουμε την άνοδο και πτώση των πολιτισμών. Άλλωστε,η σκοτεινιά της φρίκης έχει σχεδιάσει την ανθρώπινη αρχιτεκτονική δομή. Εφιαλτικές διακλαδώσεις και το ανθρώπινο κέλυφος συμβολικά μας σπρώχνει βίαια και με υλιστικές προδιαγραφές στο απειροδιάστατο τερατώδες υπαρξιακό χάος. ΜΕΓΑΛΗ ΠΡΟΣΟΧΗ ΣΤΗΝ ΕΠΑΦΗ ΜΕ ΤΟΝ Χ. Φ. ΛΑΒΚΡΑΦΤ. ΠΕΡΙΕΧΕΙ ΤΟΠΟΘΕΤΗΣΕΙΣ ΠΝΕΥΜΑΤΙΚΩΝ ΠΡΟΙΟΝΤΩΝΕΘΙΣΜΟΥ ΣΤΟ ΜΑΚΑΒΡΙΟ. Καλή ανάγνωση!!Θεϊκούς ασπασμούς!!

  • Pouting Always
    2018-12-09 01:20

    I really wanted to like this because H.P. Lovecraft is likable as a person and I know he's so influential in horror but I couldn't do it. The story is well written and original but the writing style was so dry and boring because it's a scientist recording their expedition that I had to drag myself through it. There was just so much detail about things that weren't interesting when all I wanted to know more about was the horrible shit that was happening to them.

  • Stephen
    2018-12-13 02:31

    6.0 stars. As I was experiencing Lovecraft’s supremely awesome, nightmarish masterpiece, At the Mountains of Madness (ATMOM), it really struck me for the first time that he was a tremendously literate writer. I have been a fan of Lovecraft for a long time and have always been gaga for his bizarre imaginative stories. However, what jumped out at me on this reading of ATMOM was how impressively Lovecraft enhances the sense of dread that hangs over his stories through the colorful, melodramatic language he employs. He had a real gift for the written word. To demonstrate HPL's expertise with dramtic language, I have put together a few examples of quotes from ATMOM along with a more straight-forward, less colorful approach that a lesser "non-awesome" writer (NAW) might employ. EXAMPLE 1NAW: "Finally, we arrived at the South Pole." HPL: "At last we were truly entering the white, aeon-dead world of the ultimate south." EXAMPLE 2NAW: "The sunlight reflecting off the ice created some unusual visual effects."HPL:"Distant mountains floated in the sky like enchanted cities, and often the whole white world would dissolve into a gold, silver and scarlet land of Dunsanian dreams and adventurous expectancy under the magic of the low midnight sun." EXAMPLE 3NAW: "The mountain range had an eerie appearance"HPL: “It was as if these stark, nightmare spires marked the pylons of a frightful gateway into forbidden spheres of dream, and complex gulfs of remote time, space, and ultra-dimensionality. I could not help feeling that they were evil things—mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething, half-luminous cloud background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal beyondness far more than terrestrially spatial, and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and aeon-long death of this untrodden and unfathomed austral world.”EXAMPLE 4NAW: “The structures were of an extremely odd nature.” HPL: “There were geometrical forms for which Euclid could scarcely find a name- cones of all degrees of irregularity and truncation; terraces of every sort of provocative disproportion; shafts with odd bulbous enlargements; broken columns in curious groups; and five-pointed or five-ridged arrangements of mad grotesqueness.”...What can we learn from the above? My takeaway is that Lovecraft was more than just a freakishly twisted genius creator of the superbly bizarre. He was also the king of melodrama who had literary chops to spare and could create atmosphere out of whole cloth even while describing the most mundane of activities. Put simply, HP Lovecraft was the MAN!!! It is also my opinion that the MAN was at his absolute best in ATMOM. I must admit that I say this with some hesitation because I have had a deep and long lasting love affair with both “The Call of Cthulhu” and “The Dunwich Horror.” However, despite an epic battle between story titans, I think that ATMOM wins a narrow victory because of its length and its detailed and comprehensive discussion of the “Cthulhu Mythos” which I thought was superb. PLOT SUMMARY AND THOUGHTSATMOM is the story of a doomed scientific expedition to Antarctica told in the first person by William Dyer, a geologist from Lovecraft’s famous “Miskatonic University.” Dyer explains at the very beginning of the novella that his reason for putting this story to paper is in the hope that that by recounting his extraordinary experiences, he can dissuade any further exploration of the region. He also recognizes the likelihood that the more fantastic elements of his story will not be accepted:Doubt of the real facts, as I must reveal them, is inevitable; yet if I suppressed what will seem extravagant and incredible there would be nothing left.The main expedition group (which does not include our narrator) begins exploration of the surrounding area. They eventually discover 14 specimens of a previously unknown species of life (having both plant and animal qualities) that appear to be close to 50 Million years old. The discovery calls into question all of the current scientific theories regarding the history of life on Earth. Despite their age, 8 of the 14 specimens appear to be in almost pristine condition. One of the group members provides the following description of these Elder Things: Six feet end to end, three and five-tenths feet central diameter, tapering to one foot at each end. Like a barrel with five bulging ridges in place of staves. Lateral breakages, as of thinnish stalks, are at equator in middle of these ridges. In furrows between ridges are curious growths–combs or wings that fold up and spread out like fans which gives almost a seven-foot wing spread. Arrangement reminds one of certain monsters of primal myth, especially fabled Elder Things in the Necronomicon. When Dyer and the remaining members of the party suddenly lose contact with the expedition, they fly to the camp to investigate and what they find is………I am going to stop there so as not to give away any major spoilers. Let me just say that what Dyer and Danforth (another group member) find at the camp and what they encounter during their subsequent investigations are the stuff of glorious, wonderful and terrifying nightmares as only HP can write them. In addition, a portion of the remaining story is a wonderfully detailed back story of many central aspects of Lovecraft’s universe. It has been said that ATMOM was Lovecraft’s way of re-categorizing the Cthulhu mythology from his earlier stories into something with more of a science fiction flavor. Mythology, fantasy or science fiction, whatever flavor you want to call it, it is scrumptiously DELICIOUS. Finally, ATMOM ties together many of Lovecraft’s earlier stories, including: “The Dunwich Horror, “The Call of Cthulhu,” “The Colour Out of Space,” “Haunter in the Dark,” “The Thing on the Doorstep,” “Pickman’s Model,” and “The Shadow over Innsmouth.” Long time readers of Lovecraft will have fun spotting the references and connections to these stories. To sum up, this is an extraordinary story and is now on my list of “All Time Favorites.” While HPL has written so many wonderful stories that it is hard to call any one his masterpiece. However, if you had to select just one story to embody the greatness of Lovecraft’s work, you could do worse than picking this novella. HIGHEST POSSIBLE RECOMMENDATION!! P.S. Here is a bonus quote and accompanying photo that I did not have a good place to include it in the body of the review. Enjoy.“It was the utter, objective embodiment of the fantastic novelist's "thing that should not be"; and its nearest comprehensible analogue is a vast, onrushing subway train as one sees it from a station platform - the great black front looming colossally out of infinite subterraneous distance, constellated with strangely coloured lights and filling the prodigious burrow as a piston fills a cylinder."

  • mark monday
    2018-11-27 04:15

    A TRAGIC HOMECOMINGAnd so we slept for a million millennia, on the edge of our great city. So close and yet so far! Why were we outside of our fair city, our families and companions mere steps away? The reasons are lost in time. And as we slumbered, our tropical paradise became a land of neverending winter, a polar graveyard. We were woken, those of us who still lived. Four lived and four were lost. We woke in confusion and terror, our tropic city gone, the snow and wind howling around us. Strange bipedal things cried out and lay their hands upon us, intent on experimentation, their four-legged companions barking and savage... we slew them all in our panic. Odd creatures, these bipedal explorers. Were they the new masters of this world? Were they our peers? We, the Elder Race, have few of those.We took some of their equipment, and a body each of the bipeds and their companions for further study. We buried our dead and then made haste back to our city, to see what changes a million millennia had wrought. After our leave-taking, new explorers arrived. They discovered our city.We returned to our home. It had became an empty palace of the dead. Where were our fellows? Where were our servants, the creatures we called Shoggoths?Only our loyal companions remained in this terrible empty city. They squawked their excitement at our return. A million millennia is a long time! But they could tell us nothing of what had become of our world.And as we explored our ruins, so the new explorers explored as well. Overcome with despair, we journeyed to a refuge that had been built by our kind, a city constructed within a subterranean sea. We followed our tunnels down. And there we found not our sought-for homecoming... but another necropolis. And so we found our doom. Shoggoths! Traitorous servants! As they had risen up against our kind in ages past, they had rebelled again - but this time they had won. They had destroyed our undersea refuge and all of our kind. And as we gazed upon our shattered city within the dark waters beneath the earth, the Shoggoths rose once more... and slew the last of us. 'Twas indeed a tragic homecoming. We that remained of the Elder Race, lost out of time, born again into a world so strange, and then so quickly slain.The biped explorers had their own meeting with our rebel servants. The meeting did not go well.And yet, unlike us, they managed to escape the Shoggoths, and fled our city. In their flight, did they pass near that fearsome land next to ours, beyond our mountains? Ancient Kadath. A place out of time, home to the Old Ones. Terrible Kadath! We had lived in Kadath's shadow, in the shadow of those old slumbering gods, so long ago. What did the explorers glimpse in their flight near Kadath? Were we not the only beings the explorers had woken?

  • J.G. Keely
    2018-11-28 02:36

    I used to defend Lovecraft's reputation, arguing that he'd suffered the same fate as fellow pulp author Howard: that later writers, hoping to profit off of his name, put it on the cover of all sorts of middling short story collections--cliche and badly-written stuff that (if the reader is lucky) might actually contain one or two stories by the original author.However, in this tale, Lovecraft proves that he can write just as badly as his gaggle of followers. It is meant to be a story of the fantastical, of the supernatural, of mystery and suspense--yet it is full of the very things that kill off any sense of wonder or the uncanny. Nothing demysticizes like familiarity, and this book is full of precise descriptions of his monstrous creatures, their histories, their habits--Lovecraft even spends a few paragraphs telling us how they like to furnish and decorate their living rooms. A tip for writers of the supernatural: if you want a being to be mysterious and unsettling, don't go off on a tangent about its commitment to feng shui.In the Annotated Lovecraft, where I most recently read this story, noted critic S.T. Joshi claims that Lovecraft wasn't a pulp author, but something else, something greater--yet this story, one of Lovecraft's most well-known, is rife with all the worst habits of the pulps: pointless details, repetitive descriptions, crutch words, extensive exposition, little change in tone or voice, convenient plotting, and impossibly insightful protagonists. Beyond that, Lovecraft doesn't even deliver on those things that make pulps worth reading in the first place: verve, action, dynamic characters, and tension.The whole story is basically a scientist explaining to the reader a series of carvings that he's looking at. The actual plot--the fact that he and his team of researchers are trapped in Antarctica and think that something is killing them off--is treated as a secondary concern.The thin story is padded out by interminable details, the same comments and observations, repeated over and over, page after page. Like a bad game of Dungeons and Dragons, every new room is needlessly described: they entered a spheroid oblong, 63 yards long and 41 yards wide, the walls were worked stone, covered in carvings depicting some tentacled creature.There are always carvings.As we go along, the protagonist describes it all to us minutely, with a level of insight that grows increasingly laughable. At one point, he mentions that he can somehow tell, by a series of ancient stone-etched pictures left by an alien race, that they had lost the skill of telepathy and switched to spoken communication. In the real world, archaeologists struggle their entire careers to figure out what particular people, places, events, and objects are being represented in surviving remnants of murals, but our plucky narrator doesn't suffer a moment's confusion on how aliens artistically rendered telepathic powers some hundred million years ago.Indeed, the entire expedition seems to have a level of knowledge and familiarity with 'eldritch tomes' and 'esoteric history' that is quite impressive. Keep in mind that these aren't paranormal researchers, but regular geologists, archaeologists, paleontologists, &c.--and yet, every time they enter a new room, they never fail to comment that this or that carving reminds them of something they once read in the Necronomicon. They throw off references to the mi-go and the shaggoth as if discussing nothing so remarkable as varieties of sparrow, and recall in detail historical events of a hundred million years ago with the utmost nonchalance.Apparently, far from being an incomprehensible mystery the mere overhearing of which accursed syllables invokes incurable madness, the History of Cthonic Horrors is in fact a basic undergrad class required at all proper universities (and Marty's favorite topic when he's trying to impress drunk girls at the Young Scientists mixer).Now, perhaps the fact that the narrator never fails to halt his headlong flight from horrid monsters in order to examine and explain the carvings is meant to represent the fellow's meticulous character--which brings up an important writing lesson: once a fact has been established in the text, it does not need to be reiterated ad nauseam. You don't have to mention the character's clothes and sword in every scene, because once those things have been described, the reader isn't going to suddenly assume the character is suddenly naked and defenseless just because the scene changed. Having the character demonstrate this trait once or twice in a story is perfectly effective, without wasting a lot of space reiterating.Reading this interminably long list of details reminded me of nothing so much as discussing writing with a teenage would-be fantasy author: ask about his book, and he'll spend forty minutes telling you what color swords the southern nation has, how many priest-kings ruled in succession over the Lost Isles, what city-states exported the most grain in the decades since the mana-plague, and the convoluted rules he's put together for how a fire spell works.In short, by the end, he hasn't mentioned anything that resembles a story: no sense of character, psychology, pacing, tone, plotting, structure, theme, climax, pivotal scenes, conflict, tension, style, language, dialogue--never forget that, when it comes to a good story, setting is irrelevant. Get together some costumes and props, build a set, arrange the furniture, get your lighting perfect, and guess what: you still don't have a play.Yet you can perform Shakespeare in a blank room, all the actors dressed in nondescript black, and you'll still get a great story, great characters and emotions and moments. Change the setting to a space station, an elf kingdom, a Wild West boomtown, a port full of pirates, and it doesn't matter--the story is still the thing that carries it.It's frustrating to watch an author just obsess over details, because overall, it's something they do to please themselves, not their audience. It's like a set dresser carefully filling all the drawers on set with realistic, accurate props that will never be used in the play, never seen by the audience. At some point, it's just a self-indulgent game.However, that doesn't mean I don't understand the appeal of this story--indeed, it has consistently been popular, republished over and over throughout the years as a 'Lovecraft classic'. It's chock-full of exposition and explanation, and there are few things that fandom likes more. To have Lovecraft's world, his mysteries, his horrors laid out so simply, so fully, makes them easy to understand, easy to tie together--and easy to obsess over. That collection of little details, of the inner-workings of a fictional world is what much of fandom is built on.A proper mystery, a story of true terror and fantasy doesn't give out simple explanations, because that would undermine the very sense of terror, of the fantastical on which such a story is based. Mystery and explanation are antithetical to one another: once the mystery has been explained, then the mystery has ended. Yet, there are many readers who come away from a fantastical story asking 'what really happened?'--which, of course, is the wrong question, because what really happened was that an author sat down and created a piece of fiction from his imagination. There is no reality outside of the story, the story exists to be a good story, to have feeling, pacing, and structure that works. A story does not actually exist in any concrete world 'out there' to be discovered and enumerated.The error Lovecraft makes here (the same error Mike Mignola made with Hellboy recently) was taking a strange and fantastical world and trying to 'lock it down', to make it into something explicable, predictable, fundamentally known. Some might suggest that this urge opens up that world to other authors, by allowing them to know what 'really happened', but in truth, it closes off the world, it limits fundamentally what that world can be, and what stories can take place within it--not only for other prospective authors, but also for readers.It shrinks the whole thing down and makes it more easily digestible--which is diametrically opposed to the supposed theme of Lovecraft's stories: that there are things, both objects and ideas that are larger than we are, that are too grand for us to ever truly understand, things that cannot be simply encapsulated through a simple summary of events. This story, more than any other, is a betrayal of the very thing that set Lovecraft's work apart, that made it interesting and influential in the first place. Instead, we get something along the lines of 'true tales' of Atlantis and the Hollow Earth that charlatans were peddling at the time, and which have since transformed into shows about 'Ancient Aliens' on the History Channel--and it's quite sad that that's the most visible legacy of Lovecraft's work--well, that and cute Cthulhu plushies.

  • Lyn
    2018-12-17 03:40

    Hi, I'm Rob Lowe and I just read Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft.And I'm Super Creepy Rob Lowe and I watch professional wrestling.RL: This was another classic by horror and fantasy writer HP Lovecraft and displayed his virtuosity of the language as an art probably better than his shorter works. SCRL: Reading is hard on my eyes, I like checking out the babes in the audience with my big screen TV.RL: This also highlights the depth and breadth of Lovecraft's imagination and the detail to which he is capable. Like so many of his other works, the influence on later works, up to the modern, is unmistakeable. SCRL: I like that the wrestlers are so sweaty.RL: I see resonance of this work in many later writings, especially mention of the cosmic Old Ones, as well as clear vestiges of his influence in The Thing, Aliens, Predator and of course, Alien vs. Predator as well as countless other media.SCRL: and I like that Sigourney Weaver was in those fliks.RL: Don't be like this me, read Mountains of Madness for yourself and enjoy.

  • Jamie
    2018-12-02 01:24

    never before has such an exciting story been told in such a dull way.

  • Forrest
    2018-11-24 22:38

    This is as close as one will get to an epic adventure quest by H.P. Lovecraft. If you're an old role-playing game geek like me, this will appeal to the dungeoneer in you. Plenty of delving and mystery in this one!If you're a fan of the movie Prometheus, you'd do well to hark back to the origin of many of the movie's tropes. They are similar, at least on the surface: An impossibly old alien race creates life on earth for the purpose of enslaving it, yadda, yadda. If you hated the movie Prometheus, you'd do well to hark back to the origin of many of the movie's tropes . . . need I go on?The story begins with that rarefied sense of heroic antarctic exploration that permeated the accounts of Scott, Amundsen, and Shackleton's expeditions. At that time, such an expedition was fraught with danger, due to drifting ice, unforeseen logistical shortcomings, and, of course, the weather. Since the Antarctic was relatively unknown when Lovecraft wrote the story, it's easy to see why he would set his story in what appeared in that day to be an utterly alien place, though it was right here at home on planet earth.Or was it "home," really? Whose home? And for how long?Now, I'm a big Lovecraft fan. But there was one thing, stylistically, that drove me absolutely nuts about this story. It's a minor thing, but it prevents me from giving an unbridled five-star rating to the story. Frankly, I really disliked the use of shortwave reports between the narrator, William Dyer, and Lake's remote base. The choppiness of the language seemed correct and historically accurate to me, since shortwave radio had been in use for only a decade or so before Lovecraft wrote the story. The characters would, like Lovecraft, have been habituated to using short, choppy phrases because of the telegraph system that preceded the explosion of shortwave radio in the 1920s. But what didn't seem correct, and what threw me out of the rhythm of the story, was the use of flowery words and complex phraseology in the messages themselves. They aren't as blatantly ugly on paper as they are when read aloud. Try it sometime. It feels overwrought and contrived. Not to mention that these info-dumps could have been spread out and integrated into the story itself a little better. But this is a minor complaint. All-in-all, I loved the slow escalation of the horror in the story. It begins with a lot of hyperbole and, indeed, engages in it throughout. Still, Lovecraft manages to build the sense of dread to a fitting crescendo. In several instances, I was surprised by a plot twist that I should have seen coming. Ah, Lovecraft, you trickster! You fooled me again!One thing I really enjoyed was the narrator's ambiguous feelings regarding the Old Ones. Though his primary emotional reaction toward these beings are fear and revulsion, there is also a moment of pity and near-empathy that I found endearing. This is not my favorite Lovecraft story. But it's not one of his lesser works, either. If you haven't had a crack at Lovecraft, it's not a bad place to start. And if you're a Lovecraft fan, as I am, you'll recognize many of the elements, though you'll be surprised by others, such as the narrator's conflicting feelings that I've outlined above. I'm no expert on Lovecraft's evolution as a storyteller, but I have to wonder if these surprises are indicative of a certain maturation in his writing. Someone smarter than me with more resources and time will have to determine that. For my own reading enjoyment, though, At the Mountains of Madness, though flawed, still reflects the writer's genius. Ia, Ia Lovecraft!

  • Joseph Pinchback
    2018-12-17 03:34

    Here's the thing about Lovecraft: he doesn't write great stories. People love the whole mythos thing, and I don't blame them, because the Lovecraftian mythos is awesome. But I don't particularly enjoy actually reading Lovecraft because his actual stories simply aren't very good. In this novel, for example, the story is basically a framework for him to do some world building. There's no real plot, character development, or dramatic tension. Lovecraft is clearly more concerned with building a history of the Old Ones than he is in telling a good story. I think I might get more enjoyment from reading Lovecraft's wikipedia page than I do from reading any of his stories. This might sound like a horrible thing to say about an author, but it's not meant to be. Again, I think the worlds that Lovecraft builds are AWESOME. I just don't like his writing style.

  • Apatt
    2018-11-17 05:15

    “On the barren shore, and on the lofty ice barrier in the background, myriads of grotesque penguins squawked and flapped their fins”.Yep! We are in Lovecraft’s universe where even penguins are grotesque. I mean, whoever heard of an ugly penguin? At the Mountains of Madness is H.P. Lovecraft’s best known novel, not that difficult an accomplishment as he did not write that many (only this one and The Case of Charles Dexter Ward I believe. A wise decision because I find that his style is much more suited to the short story format. There are some amazing, creepy and wildly entertaining tales in the “greatest hits” anthology The Best of H.P. Lovecraft Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre that I reviewed rambled about in detail.At the Mountains of Madness is basically about an expedition to an unexplored part of Antarctica. The intrepid explorers of course run into weird Lovecraftian things and the protagonist lives to tell the tale as a deterrent to other explorers. The main asset of this book is Lovecraft’s painstaking world building, free from the constraint of the short story format he takes his time describing the setup, the landscape and the increasingly strange discoveries. As a result the novel is steeped in creepy atmosphere you can really immerse into.That said I really don’t think this should be anyone’s gateway into Lovecraft’s fiction. The descriptions can seem a little interminable and the pacing can be something of a slog for the impatient readers, especially if they are not familiar with Lovecraft’s idiosyncratic writing style. The readers who have enjoyed some Lovecraft stories, especially the “The Cthulhu Mythos” one will find much to enjoy here. The infamous Necronomicon by the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred (as opposed his totally sane relatives I guess) is often referred to. The Elder Ones, the Shoggoths and some unnamed things even the monsters are sacred of are featured. As usual with Lovecraft there is no dialogue to speak of and characterization is nonexistent. There is also not a lot of action in this book, the climax is a little vague. All the creepy setup does not result in a spectacular payoff. If you just read it for the creep factor you should be well satisfied.In spite of its popularity this is not my favorite of his works but personally I will always have time for more Lovecraft.(3.5 stars)

  • Sr3yas
    2018-12-11 22:34

    The first image that usually comes to my mind when someone mentions Antarctica is how beautiful it looks. White, Cold ice giants with funny penguins dancing around like happy feet!That was before I read this book.If you ask me now about South pole, I would probably answer you in a toneless voice and a daunting thousand-yard stare...." It is a white, aeon-dead world which has shunned most of the living organisms, a nightmarish gateway to accursed ultimate abyss where stark unforgiving winds whisper the songs of death: the millions of years old runes of old ones....and no one can even find a polar bear to cuddle as they are found in the North Pole."An expedition to unknown.Isn't that how all the greatest disaster stories begin? William Dyer, a geologist and a professor at Miskatonic University retells his disastrous and horrifying expedition to Antarctica, in the hope to prevent any other research team from making the same mistakes he did. The mistake of entering the lifeless world in the name of science which resulted in deaths of his colleagues as well as discoveries that could destroy the world. Word of advice; Do not read this story as your introduction to Lovecraftian works. Start with some of his well-known short works.Why?Lovecraft's writing style is truly like an abyss of dark poems. He conjures up the words in a dark fashion which gradually pushes you into a unworldly and unrealistic plane of horrors. So it's better to start small, understand his style and then read this because At the Mountains of Madness is one of his longest stories.There is also a second reason. The "old gods" mentioned in this story needs a better and bigger introduction (which can be found in author's other dark short stories) before one pick up this book to truly enjoy the story. The old ones are explored deeply and shown in a completely different light, exploring their history and origin like never before! Overall it's a great read with the usual Lovecraftian creepiness mixed with a bit of Jules Verne, albeit a bit long and slow in the middle chapters.----------------------------------------I also found a novelette, A Colder War (1997) by Charles Stross which is loosely connected to the aftermath of this story.There is agraphic novel adaption too! My review----->here

  • Jesse Dixon
    2018-11-29 01:28

    Tediously painful. So much detail, so little action, and almost no emotion in the book. The first sentence of chapter 6 'It would be cumbrous to give a detailed, consecutive account of our wanderings inside that cavernous, aeon-dead honeycomb of primal masonry' Unfortunately the rest of the book described the cumbrous, detailed, consecutive account of their wonderings inside the cavernous, aeon-dead honeycomb of primal masonry. I found the writing too dry and dull. This is a summary of the whole book so it contains spoilers (view spoiler)[Group of scientists go to Antarctica, one group are killed, other group of two investigate, find aliens. Run to aeroplane, go back home, other man looks back while leaving which makes him scarred for life with mystery as to what it was he saw. (hide spoiler)]That's the whole book in under 50 words. But I found it uninteresting so I wasn't taking much in so there may be mistakes or omissions. I think there was a 4 by 6 by 8 foot rock they passed at some point, and something was at 40 Latitude, 80 E. Longitude ...etc or something similar to that. I just couldn't find the motivation or interest to concentrate and enjoy this book.

  • ᴥ Irena ᴥ
    2018-12-05 04:22

    '...my warning may be in vain...'***4.5(view spoiler)[Image source (hide spoiler)]***I don't remember many details from the first time I read this. And, as some pointed out, there are many, many details in this story. I won't judge it for being too descriptive though. It is a good story. The narrator retrospectively tells a story of an unsuccessful scientific expedition to the South Pole in 1930s. He is one of the only two survivors; he breaks his silence to warn others and prevent any other expedition to that part of the world.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

  • d
    2018-11-16 01:27

    Hombres idiotas, soberbios o curiosos masoquistas que en vez de quedarse en casa tomando mate, se van a la Antártida a cagarse de frío, volverse locos o morirse. Clásico.Vuelvo a corroborar la carga libidinal, desbordante, obsesiva de la descripción, que en Lovecraft es un don de estilo. Sus protagonistas casi siempre son hombres de razón instrumental, científicos o profesores, que llegado un momento de la narración afirman: “y sin embargo…”. Cualquier lector de Lovecraft sabe que cuando lee esta frase (que se repite en casi todos los relatos que leí), es porque el protagonista está empezando a dudar de su razón (una de las cosas que lo constituye como sujeto). En tales momentos siempre sonrío y soy feliz, porque sé que lo que se viene es una descripción de renglones y renglones sobre los horrores cósmicos, sobre el cuerpo o el lenguaje (¡!) del bicho en cuestión, o de lo arrepentido que está el protagonista por haberse creído el mamífero racional superior en todo el universo: Recordando lo que sentimos entonces y nuestra confusión al ver aquel monstruoso conglomerado superviviente de eras remotísimas que habíamos creído anteriores a la humanidad, únicamente me cabe maravillarme de que conserváramos una actitud semejante al equilibrio, pero así fue. Naturalmente, sabíamos que algo —la cronología, las teorías científicas o nuestra propia conciencia— andaba deplorablemente equivocado. Y, sin embargo, conservamos la serenidad suficiente para pilotar el aeroplano y hacer cuidadosamente una serie de fotografías que quizá puedan servirnos y puedan servir al mundo para bien... (V)Pero hombres científicos hasta el fin, lo que no puede dejar de hacer el narrador aquí (y en todos los relatos que recuerdo), es proceder a la descripción. Houellebecq tiene bastante razón cuando en su ensayito delirante califica a Lovecraft como un autor materialista (qué palabra hermosa...). La observación es lo que une al científico y al humano miedoso. Una y otra vez lo único que tiene el protagonista es mirar "lo que no se puede narrar": el umbral erógeno y masturbatorio que buscan y ansían todos los protagonistas es verse cara a cara con el horror. Sólo en el momento de oler, ver y escuchar el protagonista entiende que en el mar está el Mal, que los primigenios no son joda y, sobre todo, que ahora que sabe todo eso ya no hay vuelta atrás para él.

  • Erin
    2018-12-03 01:18

    I really wanted to love this book. I mean, it's Lovecraft - as a nerd and a fan of horror literature, I am practically required to love him. But instead, I was mostly just bored. Okay, scientific expedition runs into terrifying creatures in the Antarctic. I am totally behind this idea! But then, the entire middle portion of the book was just this self-indulgent description of his made-up alien race's entire existence on Earth, and it didn't even read well. It just sounded like his notes, maybe cleaned up a little, and published. I hate to revert to middle school English lessons, but this novella basically took the idea of "show, don't tell" and thew it on the ground, peed on it, and set it on fire. It's made even more frustrating by the fact that a lot of this is clearly material he's already written about in a zillion other stories.The absolute only reason I gave this two stars instead of one was the one scene where anything actually happened. I don't need my horror to be non-stop, over-the-top madness, but this was just too dry and boring for my tastes. I will be giving Lovecraft another try, but I'll be staying away from the Cthulhu stories and the like, I think.

  • Karl
    2018-12-12 00:29

    Lovecraft Illustrated Volume 6Contents:ix - Introduction by S. T. Joshi 003 - "At the Mountains of Madness" by H. P. Lovecraft 147 - "Frozen Horrors" by Pete Von Sholly 149- "In Amundsen s Tent" by John Martin Leahy 171 - "On In Amundsen s Tent" by John Martin Leahy by S. T. Joshi 175 - "The Occupant of the Tent" by Robert M. Price

  • Jacob Overmark
    2018-11-30 01:42

    I have gradually become much wiser on the arctic. Extensive studies of the paleontology and geology of the area that we until now believed were only inhabited by penguins. I also know that it would be fatal to explore further if I would prefer to keep whatever sanity is left with me, a knowledge I will keep close to my heart and never stray from. I cannot let you in on these overwhelming discoveries, I cannot carry the responsibility of dissolving even small bits to you of what must remain hidden from mankind at all cost. That said, Mr. Lovecraft spent a great amount of energy building up the scenery, planting seeds of doubt and inducing fear. A lot of words, really a lot of words. So many words that at least I get bored. A foreplay so long that you are sore and have lost whatever excitement got you into this and sit back thinking; “Was that really it?”. Whereas I happily would distribute 5 stars for writing skills and the efforts of rendering a realistic arctic exploration scenery, the total reading experience measures out to only 3 stars.Others may have a strong infinity for H.P. Lovecraft, I´ll put him to rest for a while.

  • Connie
    2018-11-18 06:39

    Geologist William Dyer led an expedition to Antarctica which resulted in a tragic end to some members of the group. He's recounting their experiences in the hope of convincing other explorers to stay away from the dangerous area.Although this is a classic, I was underwhelmed by the short novel. Lovecraft spends most of the book with his world building, pages and pages of dry descriptions of strange life-forms and an ancient civilization. Archeologists would have taken years to interpret the carvings that Dyer and a fellow scientist figure out in part of one day. This could have been a more suspenseful story if Lovecraft had added more human emotion and less description.The story was published in 1936 when very little was known about Antarctica. Maybe it would have been easier to suspend disbelief and get into the story in that era.

  • Obsidian
    2018-12-02 03:44

    Ten percent of this book was an introduction to H.P. Lovecraft, a story that would cure insomnia (49 percent), thirty four percent which was about supernatural horror in literature, then a listing of all of Lovecraft's works with the last few pages devoted to links to something that I refuse to re-read.I really don't know what to say besides yawn. I wanted to be frightened, scared silly, not bored over and over again reading about an expedition to Antarctica where our narrator finds out about ancient beings called "The Great Old Ones" and proceeds to tell us every little thing about them to the point I was saying who cares.This story was told in the first person by a geologist named Dyer. Apparently something so horrific that would scar mankind from life was found during one of his expeditions. Coming across an advance party Dyer finds all of the men and dogs dead. From there he and a student named Danforth fly past the mountains and come across some hieroglyphics that they can read (which also made me roll my eyes) and come to know the story of these things called the Great Old Ones.I just didn't care. This story dragged on forever. There was too much science and then way too much explanation on the Elder Things and other beings that were created. I felt like I was reading a biology book. To me, the scariest thing is the unknown. This story made the unknown plainly known until somehow Danforth sees something that drove him mad and he proceeded to just bellow out random things. I guess that was the scary part. The writing was not that great and so repetitious. I hope you like the words, Jurassic, Comanchian, mountains, mountains of madeness, Cyclopean, etc. I just at one time started highlighting those words every time I saw them and finally stopped because it was slowing down my reading and I wanted to be done with this story. The flow was terrible. I think because of all of the science and discussion of latitude, longitude, dogs and sleds I would just wonder how the heck we were getting from scene to scene. The setting of the Antarctica should have been better used. Being in a vast cold place where all you see is ice should have upped the scary factor. But honestly, it sounded like a walk in the park.

  • Sean
    2018-12-03 04:26

    At the Mountains of Madness is a spine chilling story about an exploration team who travel to Antarctica to explore and collect various geological specimens. What they actually found was something far more mysterious and sinister. In this short novel, one of the most impressive elements is the exceptional quality of Lovecraft’s writing. What he lacks in character development and plot, he more than makes up for in imagery and mood. The obvious omission of dialogue enhances the experiences and shifts the focus to the emotions of the explorers and otherworldly horrors that await them. Lovecraft has proven that he is master of descriptive writing that creates a sense of mystery, atmosphere, and dismay. The author’s vivid depictions of the landscape of these Polar Regions pull the reader into a nightmare realm and leave the reader with a disturbing sense of loneliness and anticipation of what the explorers will encounter next. Upon finishing this book, I realized that this is one of the greatest horror/science fiction stories I have ever read. The story is brief, concise, and disturbing in a way that I have never experienced before. I am left with the hunger to explore more of Lovecraft’s Ctulu mythos and move these stories higher on my to-read list.

  • Caro M.
    2018-11-24 03:44

    Maybe I wasn't in the right mood for this. Maybe it's this Christmas atmosphere that ruins the horror of anything that is fiction, I'm not sure. Maybe it's my state of mind mocking at neurotic xenophobic white men who think they're the pillars of civilization and order. Dunno. But horror it ain't, not for me, not today. Maybe for me when I was twelve?But. I did enjoy the story, I mean - the ideas, some of them at least, were interesting, I was curious as to where the whole thing was heading and it was sort of satisfying in the end. Lovecraft's writing is undeniably well crafted and polished, even though I was a bit tired of endless descriptions, as the descriptions is not my thing at all, unless something peculiar, exotic and fantastic is being described - like aliens or artifacts of all kinds. That's why I could bear with it to some point in "Mountains". I won't start with counting how many novels and movies ripped the idea(s) of the novelette, you know that already. It's a milestone for sci-fi and horror and I appreciate its importance.Alas, right now 'tis the time to feel the foul smell of Old Ones, as I am going to spill some bile.I wasn't scared for a second and I wasn't even getting into the atmosphere of dark mystery or anything. Maybe if it wasn't a first person narration it would work for me? It's like this narrator guy is in some state of neurosis or something, because whenever he sees something bigger than him, something he can't explain immediately, something that is covered from his view - he gets a bad feeling, he knows it's evil, he feels it's sinister, it's abhorrent and it's unnatural and it's disturbing. I guess he wasn't checked at doctor's before this trip, or maybe he lacked some essential vitamins in his diet, I assume magnesium and folic acid as well.He mentions disturbing Nicholas Roerich's paintings, for example. I mean, seriously, that guy? go google him and if you find any images of him disturbing you on the level of horror you do need help. And I'm not saying it to insult you, I just really worry about you in case his art disturbs you just like our narrator. I wonder how our narrator would react to the art of the late H.R.Giger? That's Necronomicon for you, pal!This constant looking out at everything and seeing abominations everywhere, even in every shape of nature and animals got really sort of annoying at some point. And silly. Also it's really not fair when the narrator says something like "I saw horrors and monstrosities, they all were so monstrous and horrendous that I won't dare to mention them here..." Every time I read similar lines in books I feel like asking for a refund and leaving the show. I want the damn monstrosities and abominations to show up! I don't want the descriptions of shadows and stink, and scary sounds, and how narrators' guts were wrenching and sphincters were clenching instead!I digress. Forgive me.However, I understand this is how atmosphere is built and I should really let it go, I guess, and so I am. Expedition, adventure, mysteries and secrets revealed, what's not to like? And monsters. Aliens. The Old Ones.When the monster looks like an overgrown cucumber with fake wings, spaghetti pasta instead of limbs and some sea creature on top I kind of start giggling and fail to dig the horror yet another time. It's an alien all right, but please don't suggest me being afraid of it. And of course its blood is green, it's a cucumber after all! And no wonder it stank - in USSR there was this cologne for men called "Ogurechniy" (cucumber), you have no idea how stinky it was, so I kind of have an idea of the stink. I for once believe the narrator.But fine. I guess an alien is an alien and I have a respect for them no matter how they looked, I won't be discriminating their silly looks and I will instead appreciate the civilization they built. They left their story - the story of their WHOLE span of history on Earth - in the elaborate and highly mastered works of art - the mural sculptures. "The technique, we soon saw, was mature, accomplished, and aesthetically evolved to the highest degree of civilised mastery; though utterly alien in every detail to any known art tradition of the human race. In delicacy of execution no sculpture I have ever seen could approach it." While I hardly believe they could create any delicacies with their spaghettis, I will buy this information. What I don't buy, is how narrator and his partner in descent to ancient city could DECiPHER everything. You're so full of shit, mr Lovecraft!!! How on earth, how this was possible?? This alien cucumbers, they were so "utterly alien", your narrator couldn't understand their writing, not a single thing was known about them before, because he never finished the abhorrent book of Necronomicon, yet he was able to read the carvings or sculptures and clearly explain everything to himself and us! Like, to smallest details! Culture, traditions! This is like if it was me, in the Prometheus movie, looking at the stella in the forbidden chamber and saying, oooh, I get it, I get now everything about their rituals and xenomorphs and what black goo was. Ok, wrong example, we barely could see what the stella was about, unless we stopped the vid on youtube or googled it really obsessively. I did, not like it helped. But I still don't believe any explanations could be given in some couple or plus another couple of hours they've been in there, in those building or caves. The narrator didn't say he worked it all out after the years of analyzing, no, he said they understood everything immediately on place. Hence their knowledge on shoggoths and such. Like, you ask yourself, how many years it took people to decipher Dresden codes or Egyptian writings? This guy must have been some genius! Both of them. Or maybe he was psychic? That would explain a lot. Now, the shoggots. I have a problem with the concept of the whole thing here. I mean first narrator fears/hates Old Ones, then he kind of respects them for building their civilization and basically is ready to obey to their higher intellect. And then he learns about shoggots and their evolution and then he... feels for poor masters that lost their obedient slaves and hates the slaves for outsmarting their masters, who basically used them and abused them and then used them again. And he deeply sympathises with the Old Ones. Wow. Kinda rings a bell? "we had slavery, but america was great" sort of bell? This is really troubling me. Yeah, shoggots were disgusting. But Lovecraft was racist, which is more disgusting. In some of his works he managed to avoid such tones and subjects. And I thought he almost did in this one. Figures he didn't.Nonetheless, I did have some fun. Because I had some laugh and I read one of the classics of horror genre, which is a reward in itself. Now I can rant with Guillermo del Toro on his unmade movie, if I ever meet him! At the time his shrieks were confined to the repetition of a single mad word of all too obvious source: “Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!” Ahahahahahahaha! Too funny!

  • Joseph
    2018-11-16 06:43

    ah, the horror in mere descriptions. First the desolation of Antartica. The cave with the bodies of unknown creates. Missing equipment. Discovery. And when things seem to level mention the Necronomicon

  • Carmine
    2018-11-18 01:27

    Gitarella al Polo Sud Forse la summa della poetica lovecraftiana, qui esplicata attraverso una lenta discesa in territori ininteleggibili che celano segreti innominabili nonché altre dimensioni in attesa di schiudersi davanti agli occhi dei pochi "fortunati".La prima parte soporifera lascia spazio a un'escalation di orrori che, sul finale, ridisegna gerarchie dimensionali e la stessa catena alimentare: l'orrore cosmico è servito.

  • David
    2018-12-03 04:29

    Either you dig Lovecraft or you don't. The guy had issues and his prose was the purplest, like most pulp writers of his time. But all American fantasy and horror written since the 1930s has been influenced by Lovecraft. Lovecraft himself was heavily influenced by others, of course, and At the Mountains of Madness, one of his most famous works, made explicit reference to Edgar Allen Poe's The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym.This is a novella about a scientific expedition to Antarctica. The Antarctic was even more mysterious and unknown in the 1930s, so it was a perfect place for Lovecraft to situate an ancient, alien city. His narrator, in recounting his perilous journey from which only he and one other explorer/scientist returned, is attempting to discourage others from following in their footsteps, lest they too unearth Things Man Was Not Meant to Know.All the classic Lovecraft tropes are here — alienness incomprehensible to human minds, non-Euclidian geometry, sanity loss, and awful truths about prehistory revealed. The city the scientists discover in the South Pole was once inhabited by a race of creatures from another star, known only as the Old Ones. The Old Ones were scientifically and culturally advanced, and created servants to help them build their great cities. These servants, awful, intelligent monstrosities known as Shoggoths, eventually rebelled against their creators, making this ancient story literally older than mankind.Surprisingly to me, given Lovecraft's usual xenophobia and characterization of the alien as unknowable and inimical, his narrator displays an almost touching compassion and understanding for the Old Ones, observing that they were simply "men of another age, albeit alien."In the climax, the awful truth is revealed, there is much slime and carnage, and the narrator narrowly escapes from the terrible underground tunnels of the ancient city of the Old Ones.You will never see penguins the same way again. Tekeli-li!

  • Maciek
    2018-11-15 23:25

    At the Mountains of Madness is one of H.P. Lovecraft's longest stories, and one of the few not set in his trademark New England setting. I've often seen it mentioned as the definitive Lovecraft story, and the best introduction to his Cthulu mythos, but I don't agree - and will explain why shortly.At the Mountains of Madness is narrated by William Dyer, a geologist and professor at Arkham's Miskatonic University, in the form of a warning: Dyer writes down the account of an expedition to Antarctica in which he took part in order to stop another one which is being planned. Dyer's account aims to reveal information previously undisclosed, and deter any potential explorers - though despite the written and photographic proof he offers, he fears that his warnings might be in vain.Dyer's expedition was supposed to drill the frozen earth and collect samples for further study; what it found in the desolate, white emptiness of Antarctica are frozen remains of unknown specimens, perfectly preserved. This is just the beginning: soon a part of Dyer's team is brutally murdered, and the bodies of dogs and humans torn open and dissected. A trail of strange, inhuman footprints leads Dyer and his companion to a range of mountains higher than the Himalayas; they cross the monstrous range by an airplane, and discover prehuman, frozen ruins of a city, with architecture completely alien to the human imagination.This discovery is also the story's biggest drawback. Essentially, from the moment Dyer enters the frozen ruins Lovecraft begins to tell the reader the entire history of the ancient civilization which once inhabited them - down to minute detail. Dyer watches ancient pictographs and the layouts of the rooms he goes through, and delivers minutiae about the ancient creatures in the dullest possible way - there is no excitement, joy (or in this case fright) of a discovery in this novel - there's only information, information and information. At the Mountains of Madness becomes a giant infodump - it's like Lovecraft was writing a short history of an imagined ancient civilization and not a story, which I guess was what he actually was doing. At the Mountains of Madness is filled with good imagery (such as overgrown, grotesque penguins), but this same imagery is completely suffocated by the sheer amount of information Lovecraft dumps on his readers - without any real plot or character development. At the Mountains of Madness ignores the idea of showing, not telling, and tells, tells, tells - to put it simply, I never thought that a tragic exploration of Antarctica could be so dull and boring. Lovecraft wrote down the condensed history of the Old Ones, but forgot to embed it into a narrative which would be even remotely engaging. The pacing at times is truly glacial, and even the trademark gloomy conclusion doesn't quite save it - after reading several of Lovecraft's stories I got used to it and came almost to expect it.The best part about reading the book was China Mieville's introduction, in which he discusses Lovecraft's major themes and his influence on horror and weird writing - but while I can see and agree with the points that he makes, I ultimately cannot share his enthusiasm and admiration for At the Mountains of Madness.

  • Kaora
    2018-12-12 01:40

    I could not help feeling that they were evil things-mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss.My husband has always loved Lovecraft and tried to convince me to read him, so this was my first experience with Lovecraft's writings.For the most part I enjoyed it. It was a bit slow at the start, as Lovecraft puts such incredible detail into crafting his stories, including the longitude and latitude of the explorer's camps and the measurements of the mountains they are exploring.The incredible detail worked when it came to mapping out their discoveries, and the horrors that awaited them in the mountains. The tale isn't very long, and didn't really creep me out, but the writing is good and the tale was intriguing enough to keep me turning pages.It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth’s dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be let alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.

  • Thanos
    2018-12-08 00:39

    Δεν θα γράψω πολλά γι αυτό το βιβλίο. Οι φαν του Lovecraft θα το λατρέψουν γιατί εξηγεί μέσα την ιστορία και την προέλευση πολλών πλασμάτων του κόσμου του.Οι υπόλοιποι που δεν έχουν επαφή με τον κόσμο του Lovecraft ας ξεκινήσουν από κάτι άλλο γιατί σίγουρα δεν θα το βρουν ενδιαφέρον, με εξαίρεση ίσως τις τελευταίες σελίδες.Σε καμία περίπτωση δεν είναι κακό βιβλίο… Απλά δεν είναι κατάλληλο για οποιονδήποτε οπότε read with caution!

  • Mimi
    2018-12-12 02:18

    I read/listened to this book for 2 reasons; the main one being it was readily available on Overdrive, the other reason was influenced by the WFA changing their "beloved" award bust.Since Lovecraft was a popular topic on the blogosphere over the past couple of days, I thought I'd revisit one of his books to see if I still didn't like his writing. I still didn't, but that had nothing to do with the WFA's decision. I just never liked Lovecraft. I don't find his flavor of horror that horrifying and I don't find the situations he wrote about scary, at all. His writing is quite bland tbh.But this particular story is not quite as bland as the others. So 2 stars.

  • Hadrian
    2018-12-06 06:29

    Boo!(view spoiler)[The monster at the end of this book is the fragility of humanity. (hide spoiler)]