People of the Dark: The Weird Works of Robert E. Howard, Vol. 3 [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Robert E. Howard & Joe R. Lansdale
eBook Category: Fantasy/Horror
eBook Description: The third volume of the Weird Works of Robert E. Howard continues reprinting Howard's fantasy from Weird Tales and Strange Tales in order of original publication. All texts have been meticulously restored to their original pulp appearances. Introduction by Joe R. Lansdale. This volume contains: The Black Stone Children of the Night The Dark Man The Footfalls Within Gods of Gal-Sagoth Horror from the Mound Kings of the Night The Last Day People fo the Dark The Song of the Mad Minstrel The Thing on the Roof.
eBook Publisher: Wildside Press, Published: USA, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2005
HOWARD--THE TEXAS PHOENIX FLAMES IN DARKNESSby Joe R. Lansdale
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It's easy for me to relate to Robert E. Howard. At least in many ways. Because I too grew up in a small Texas town, East instead of West, and in that respect, less bleak, but still, a small town. A town populated by good, solid people, but a small corner of the earth cursed with a kind of raw wound of ignorance, a black hole void of the possibilities of a bigger universe.
In spite of all the bad things said about television, it must be said that it brought to the small back waters of civilization a broader view of the world and opinions and beliefs other than those held by the residents of those stagnant back waters.
But in Howard's time there was more darkness than light, and without interference, these wounds were left to fester in a cultural vacuum that must have sucked the very air out of Howard's lungs.
At least it felt that way if you were born with a creative fire in your belly, a razor-eye, a vision that looked not only at what it saw, but around corners, and saw backwards into the past and dressed it up in a manner that fit no past at all, except that which existed in the head, and was, as all spirited imagineers will tell you, far more real than any past that had been or any future that might be.
I suspect that this kind of thinking is not subject only to Texas, but to any area where culture is thought to be a ornament, or something sissy, and that in such places a fist fight is of more importance than a poem. But whatever the case, Howard's cross to bear, his hole in the world, was a bleak little spot of West Texas dirt that to this day is little more than a hole in the road with a Dairy Queen, a library, and finally, his home, now a museum dedicated to the im