Mixed Feelings

 I love old books because I love old knowledge. I love early to mid twentieth century fiction and novels for their absolute mastery of the language and all that allows the writers from this period to convey.

But when I come across the blind heartlessness towards women and minorities, I get a reaction that’s a mixture of wanting to puke and throw the book I’m reading across the room. 

So, what do we do with H.P. Lovecraft? His works of horror are exquisite and irreplaceable. Yet his writing is peppered with lumps of racist dog poop. 

I don’t know what the answer is. All I know is I can’t quit Lovecraft altogether.





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