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I did not know this book existed.
I somehow find it more entertaining even than the P.K. Dick volume. Why? I don't know. The Dick volume is bemusing because it contrasts paranoid psychedelic prose with respectable bindings. I suppose the same goes for the Lovecraft book. I mean, there's just something so dang prosaic about the b/w photo and the red, white, and blue stripe. Like I want to write the editors and yell, "You know who this is, right? You know what his stories are about, right?" Or maybe I just hope there are tentacles inside.
That is all. Not very deep thoughts for Thursday.
I did not know this book existed.
I somehow find it more entertaining even than the P.K. Dick volume. Why? I don't know. The Dick volume is bemusing because it contrasts paranoid psychedelic prose with respectable bindings. I suppose the same goes for the Lovecraft book. I mean, there's just something so dang prosaic about the b/w photo and the red, white, and blue stripe. Like I want to write the editors and yell, "You know who this is, right? You know what his stories are about, right?" Or maybe I just hope there are tentacles inside.
That is all. Not very deep thoughts for Thursday.
