Abraham Merritt (1884-1943) was born today, January 20. His birthday is the first of three giants of the fantasy field who birthdays fall every other day. The next two are Robert E. Howard and C. L. Moore. Posts on their birthdays to follow over the next couple of days.
There’s been something of a theme running through this year’s posts, and that is authors who have either never really received the recognition they deserve and are still writing, or they were once major figures who have been forgotten or nearly so.
Merritt was once a giant among the most prominent fantasy authors such as H. P. Lovecraft and Robert E. Howard. For a while, he even had a pulp magazine named after him. It was published in 1949nand 1950. Being long dead, Merritt had nothing to do with it. As far as we know.
My point is that popularity is fleeting and not guaranteed. Some forgotten writers have disappeared from memory because they just didn’t write anything that stood out.
Abraham Merritt was not one of those. Merritt is deserving of being remembered. Last year I read Burn, Witch, Burn. I wasn’t able to read it in time to review it on Merritt’s birthday. I’ll use this novel as an example of why I say Merritt should be remembered.
The plot is straight forward, and I’ll not go into detail on it. Partly because I don’t trust my memory on the details. Basically the story is about a woman who makes lifelike dolls that look like living people. She sends them out to kill. A young doctor sets out to stop her.
I found Merritt’s style to be quite readable. The book had plenty of acetion and suspense. The hero had to struggle and sacrifice to protect the woman he loved as well as other friends. Success was not guaranteed. It was story worth reading and one that I would be willing to read again.
There is a tendency on the part of some people these days to avoid books written more than twenty years ago. I would argue that most of the best stuff was written long before that. Notice I said most, not all. There is still some really good stuff being published today.
While I am generally an advocate of read what you want, I think you could be doing yourself a disservice by not reading some of the foundational authors in the field.
Merritt would be one of those authors. He didn’t have a large body of work. His editorial duties at his day job kept him from being more prolific.
I’m not sure how readily his work is available, at least in print. Audio and ebook editions seem to be plentiful on the ‘Zon. Merritt’s work, at least some of it, is in the public domain, so I am a little suspicious about the quality of some of what I saw when I did a search.
He’s worth hunting down in paper, though. If you’ve not tried Merritt, check him out. Burn, Witch, Burn is a good place to start. So is Dwellers in the Mirage. And…
I wouldn’t call a great prose stylist but he is a hell of a good storyteller. The Ship of Ishtar is great. Merritt is a good case that a good and influential writer can be in danger of being forgotten.
Agreed. Too many influential writers are being forgotten these days.
Merritt was a writer who improved. His first works, The Moon Pool and The Metal Monster had some good ideas but contained lengthy descriptions which went nowhere forever. His account of the journey into the city of the metal monster must be at least 90 pages long and is so boring! The Ship of Ishtar, however, is something else – a very great fantasy novel and should be better known
While it can be argued that Merritt was simply ‘learning’ while writing TMP and TMM, it should be kept in mind that the narrator, Goodwin, is a BOTANIST. Why wouldn’t he have a ‘florid’ style? The short stories written at the same time aren’t nearly as flowery. SEVEN FOOTPRINTS TO SATAN is almost hard-boiled.
Not saying I am RIGHT, but I think that my theory merits consideration.
An interesting reply. I believe scientists are encouraged to report their findings and theories concisely but then my father was an industrial chemist who took to writing poetry and memoirs in his old age in a most verbose manner! I think Merritt was clearly just getting carried away with his own vision and could not restrain himself. His short stories are lot more taut and I guess his day job in newspapers enabled him to hone his style down. I agree that Seven Footprints to Satan is a vast improvement.
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