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Two Items of Halloween Interest

The Horror Stories of Robert E. Howard: “Dig Me No Grave”

The Horror Stories of Robert E. Howard
Robert E. Howard
Del Rey
trade paper $18.00
ebook 12.99 Kindle Nook

Today’s story is a shift away from the weird westerns we’ve looked at the last two days. Howard is best known for the series characters Solomon Kane, Kull, Bran Mak Morn, and Conan of Cimmeria. In more recent years, he’s also gotten recognition for El Borak, Sailor Steve Costigan, and Breckenridge Elkins. But there were other characters who appeared in multiple stories, and two of these were John Conrad and a man simply called Kirowan. They were experts on the occult, and seem to be Howard’s attempt to try his hand at the occult detective yarn. These stories are part of Howard’s Mythos tales. Yog-Sothoth is mentioned in passing in this one.

In “Dig Me No Grave”, the story is narrated by Kirowan, an approach Howard abandoned for the later stories, in which he kept the first person perspective but had an unnamed narrator.

Kirowan is awakened by Conrad in the middle of the night. Conrad has just left the side of John Grimlan, who has died in a most unpleasant manner. Years earlier Grimlan had made Conrad swear to follow the instructions in a sealed envelope after his death. Conrad was to follow these instructions no matter how much Grimlan might change his mind. As he was dying Grimlan begged Conrad not to follow the instructions but to burn the envelope.

The instructions say Grimlan is to be laid out on the table in his library with seven black candles placed about his body and an incantation in a second sealed envelope read. Fearing what the envelope contains, Conrad has sought Kirowan’s aid. Grimlan was a follower of the cult of Malik Tous, who is rumored to be an incarnation of Satan.

The men go to Grimlan’s house, which has no electricity or gas lights. (This story was published in Weird Tales in 1937 but was certainly written years earlier; it wasn’t unusual for isolated houses, as Grimlan’s is described, to have only lamps or candles for light.) As they approach the library upstairs, light comes from under the door. The men enter to find Grimlan’s body laid out on the library table, covered with a robe. Seven black candles are burning about the body. In the corner is an old Oriental man in a yellow robe, upon which is embroidered an image resembling a peacock, the symbol of Malik Tous.

The man bids Conrad to begin reading the incantation. The incantation is long and written in an archaic form of English mixed with some other language. Part of the text describes Grimlan’s pact with Malik Tous, which included an additional two hundred fifty years of life for his soul, which will be damned to Hell on his death. As Conrad reads, the candles go out one by one of their own accord.

When the final candle is extinguished, the men hear a blood chilling scream. Conrad manages to find and light a candle. The body of Grimlan is gone as is the Oriental man. Conrad and Kirowan flee the house as a fire begins somewhere upstairs and completely engulfs the structure. After they are out, they turn and see a dark shape resembling a peacock rising from the flames carrying the body of John Grimlan.

I’m not sure when this story was written, but I’m guessing it was in 1930 or 1931. Other stories featuring Conrad and Kirowan were published about that time. Howard hadn’t yet written some of his more famous horror stories such as “Black Canaan” or “Pigeons From Hell”. I intend to look at both of those in this series. The prose in “Dig Me No Grave” gets a little purple in a couple of places. Still, a Howard horror story, even if it’s not one of his best, is still a good horror story. The strength in this one lies in the atmosphere Howard imbued in the story. There’s not as much action as you might expect from Howard, but not everything he wrote was blood and thunder. He understood creeping terror as well, and it’s on display here.

I might look at another one of the Kirowan/Conrad stories in this series. I certainly want to examine another of the Mythos tales. I’m about to hit some time constraints, so I’m not sure how many more of these posts I’ll get in before Halloween. There will be at least two more, “Black Canaan” and “Pigeons From Hell”. Beyond that, I can’t say for sure.

The Horror Stories of Robert E. Howard: “The Horror From the Mound”

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The Horror Stories of Robert E. Howard
Robert E. Howard
Del Rey
trade paper $18.00
ebook 12.99 Kindle Nook

This is another of Howard’s weird westerns, and although published a year and a half before “Old Garfield’s Heart” (May 1932 vs. December 1933), it’s a more mature tale. This one concerns a former cowboy, now farmer, named Steve Brill who notices that an old Mexican laborer named Juan Lopez avoids a mound on Brill’s property. Lopez cuts across a corner of Brill’s pasture when going between his work and his shack.

Brill detains Lopez one evening and inquires as to the reason for this behavior. Brill thinks it’s because Lopez is superstitious and the mound is an old Indian burial mound. Lopez assures him there’s more to the situation than that, but that he isn’t free to tell. The story has been passed down in his family from one of his ancestors who came through with the conquistadors. Lopez has taken a sacred oath not to tell anyone but his first born son. Since he has no children, the secret of the mound will die with him.

Brill convinces Lopez to write out what the secret is since his oath only prohibits him from telling the secret. Lopez agrees and hurries off to his shack before the sun sets. Brill decides not to wait but to excavate the mound by lantern. He suspects there’s a hidden cache of gold in the mound, and he wants to get his hands on it.

Brill finds evidence of the mound being an Indian burial mound, but there it appears to have been disturbed at some point in the past. He unearths a stone lid over a burial chamber. Hearing rustling and fearing a den of rattle snakes, he heads off to his cabin to get a lantern. (He’s been working by moonlight, too impatient before now to get his lantern.)

He comes back and discovers the lid is now in the burial chamber. A figure is visible going over the hill to Lopez’s shack. Naturally Brill suspects Lopez has beat him to the gold. He heads towards Lopez’s shack to get what he views as his property when he hears a ghastly scream. He finds Lopez dead, papers scattered around him. The final sheet Lopez was working on is still clutched in his hand. The only sign on Lopez’s body are puncture marks on his neck.

Brill returns to his cabin to find his horses have been scattered. Wanting to avenge Lopez but not wishing to tangle with one or more killers in the dark, he barricades himself in his cabin and reads what Lopez wrote.

During the days of the conquistadors, a small expedition rescued a lone survivor from a ship. The survivor claimed the crew and the rest of the passengers died of plague. He accompanies the expedition to what would become Texas. Then the men start dying, bodies left by the side of the trail drained of blood. Eventually, they find the vampire sleeping in the brush. He’s the survivor. Afraid of waking the creature, they bury it in an old Indian burial mound. Lopez was a descendant of one of the survivors of the expedition.

Brill finishes reading to discover the vampire watching him from the window. The creature breaks down the door. While Brill fights for his life, the lantern falls from the table and shatters. Brill manages to impale the vampire on a broken table leg and flees the burning cabin, letting the fire finish killing the creature.

Robert E. Howard

“The Horror From the Mound” was criticized when it appeared in Weird Tales because it contained “no less than four flagrant breaches of accepted vampire tradition”. It was the first of the regional horror stories Howard would write, and it’s one of the best, even if it didn’t respect “vampire tradition”. Howard blazed his own trail even there. Howard adds a level of verisimilitude by mention historical figures such as Coronado and real locations such as Palo Pinto, which is both a town near Howard’s birthplace as well as the county in which he was born.

One thing I do want to point out, and that’s Howard’s use of race. Howard is often considered a racist in some circles because he doesn’t hold 21st Century views. But consider how Lopez is portrayed. While Brill does express some racist sentiments, especially when he thinks Lopez has robbed him of a treasure, his attitude towards the Mexican is largely one of respect for the man, if not for some of his beliefs. He certainly intends on avenging the man when he discovers Lopez’s body. These were not typical white attitudes towards Hispanics in the time and place Howard was writing nor were they typical attitudes for the setting of the story. The respect and desire to avenge don’t fit easily into the racist label that’s often applied to the author.

“The Horror From the Mound” is one of Robert E. Howard’s best regional horror tales. It’s easy to see why.

A Visit to Orangefield on Hallow’s Eve

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Hallow’s Eve
Al Sarrantonio
mass market paperback, Leisure, 2004
Kindle edition $3.99

Al Sarrantonio’s work had been favorably compared to that of Ray Bradbury. I suspect part (but not all) of the reason is that like Bradbury, much of Sarrantonio’s work deals with October in general and Halloween in particular.

And a great deal of that work is set in the fictional town of Orangefield, self-proclaimed Pumpkin Capital of the World. Hallow’s Eve is the second volume of a trilogy. The first volume, Orangefield, was published as limited edition by a small press, and as far as I know, never had a mass market edition.

You don’t need to have read that volume to enjoy this one, however. I didn’t have any trouble keeping up with the story, although I knew enough about the events in that novel and previous short stories to recognize some of the references.

Frankly, there wasn’t that much to keep track of. The plot is pretty simple, and some of the subplots obviously carry over from what came before. Corrie Phaeder has returned home to Orangefield after a dozen years away. As a boy, his dreams invaded his waking world, and things would change without warning. When he left, his mother had recently been murdered, and he had been the prime suspect, at least in the eyes of police detective Grant. Before everything is over, Grant, along with a neighbor girl, will become Phaeder’s ally in a battle against Samhain, the Lord of Death.

This isn’t the best horror novel I’ve ever read. The events that brought Phaeder back to Orangefield are lightly sketched, so that his homecoming feels somewhat contrived. I didn’t find much about it that was scary, although the scene towards the end where the pumpkin men attack Grant in a deserted farmhouse while he’s trying to protect Phaeder and the girl was great.

What does work is the atmosphere. Sarrantonio does an excellent job of setting the mood, and Orangefield sounds like a nice place to live if it weren’t for the Lord of Death constantly stirring things up. The book was by turns creepy, pastoral, and mildly suspenseful, but never really scary.

This is the only novel of Sarrantonio’s I’ve read, and based on this reading, I would say his strength lies more at short lengths than with the novel. There’s a final volume in this series, Halloweenland, in which a carnival arrives in Orangefield. Frankly, that trope appeals more to me than the walking scarecrow and the pumpkin men from Hallow’s Eve, although I do enjoy a good ambulatory scarecrow. I might read it before Halloween, but given the way the last few weeks have gone, I’ll probably save it for next year.

Hallow’s Eve isn’t a bad book, but it wasn’t as good as I was expecting it to be. Still, it was a pleasant way to pass a few hours and is quite appropriate to the season.

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A Look at Rick Hautala’s Four Octobers

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Four Octobers
Rick Hautala
Cemetery Dance
various ebook editions, $4.99
(print edition is out of print)

Cemetery Dance had a special earlier in the year in which, for a fee, you could get any (or all) ebooks in print or any forthcoming this year. I decided to take advantage of the offer; this is one of the books I’ve gotten so far. It’s a collection of four novellettes and novellas. I’ve been reading them one at a time between novels. Now that I’ve finished it, I thought I’d pass on my thoughts.

Hautala has developed a reputation for being one of the top horror writers working today, both under his own name and his psuedonym A. J. Mattthews. Earlier this year he was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award from the HWA. I’d read one or two of his short stories, but none of his novels, although I have one of the one bylined as by Matthews.

“Tin Can Telephone” tells the story of what happens when a boy mysteriously vanishes, and his friend begins to get calls from the future over their tin can telephone. It’s something of a science fiction piece, but rather than stressing the sensawunder aspect, Hautala emphasizes the fear of the unknown, bringing out the creepiness factor.

The next offering is “Miss Henry’s Bottles”, a coming of age tale in which a boy finds himself, not entirely willingly, doing chores for the creepy old lady everyone is scared of. In the process he learns some startling things about himself. While Miss Henry turns out not to be so scary after all, what he eventually learns about her turns his world upside down.

In “Blood Ledge” a middle school student makes a startling discovery when he finally works up the nerve to jump off the highest ledge at the swimming hole. This one derives its impact from what he decides to do with this information.

The first three stories are set in the late 50s through the early 70s and concerns children and teens. The final tale, “Cold River”, takes place in the early 00s. A widower suffering from insomnia discovers there are worse things at night than not sleeping. This was a ghost story, with lots of creepiness. This was also the story that left me somewhat unsatisfied, primarily because Hautala doesn’t explain everything. While I don’t expect every aspect of a ghost story to have an explanation, the motivations of some of the haunts need to make sense. Perhaps I missed something, having started this tale late at night not being able to finish it for two nights due to fatigue, but I was left with more questions than answers. I find that somewhat unsatisfying. Your mileage may vary.

Overall, this was a quality collection, with plenty of creeps and chills. Hautala does young protagonists well. Many of the characters were about the same age I was when I first started reading scary stories, and these tales brought back memories.

I’ve got a collection of Hautala’s short stories somewhere. I think it’s in storage, but if it isn’t, I’m going to get it out and read them. One a night. After everyone’s asleep and the house is quiet.

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