Spooky Synopsis: The backwoods inhabitants of Tempest Mountain agree little about the nature of the lurking fear. Some thought it a bat, others an animate tree, and still others some sort of serpent. But all agreed that it only came out during nocturnal thunderstorms -- and that it had a taste for human blood. In addition to all the losses that have disappeared down the well of time, seventy-five souls from a nearby village recently perished, about a third of which were found rent to pieces and the remainder never found at all. The investigation of these deaths will lead back to the ancient family of Gerrit Martense, a Dutch settler whose hatred of the British led to his family's isolation in the wild mountains and turned his descendants' name into the worst sort of byword.
Lovecraftian Language: "Then came the devastating stroke of lightning which shook the whole mountain, lit the darkest crypts of the hoary grove, and splintered the patriarch of the twisted trees. In the daemon flash of a monstrous fireball the sleeper started up suddenly while the glare from beyond the window threw his shadow vividly upon the chimney above the fireplace from which my eyes had never strayed. That I am still alive and sane, is a marvel I cannot fathom. I cannot fathom it, for the shadow on that chimney was not that of George Bennett or of any other human creature, but a blasphemous abnormality from hell's nethermost craters; a nameless, shapeless abomination which no mind could fully grasp and no pen even partly describe."
Eerie Evaluation: Lovecraft readers will quickly recognize most of what "The Lurking Fear" majors in. Curses reaching down over generations. Murky horrors that hover just on the edge of perception. An inbred rural populace smitten by ignorance and fear. But Lovecraft adds something unexpected to the proceedings -- mystery. The narrator is essentially a paranormal detective. (Think of a less-refined version of William Hope Hodgson's Carnacki.) Readers follow his investigation through its myriad twists and turns, ups and downs. It's a horror procedural of sorts, and a great gulf lies between the narrator's initial graspings at what the titular fear might be and what it actually is. The big reveal more than satisfies, and while the story draws heavily on the central conceit of "Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family," it mercifully lacks that tale's racial tinge. Also, a touch of visceral (but not excessive) grue adds impact. Not all is well, though. Lovecraft defaults to florid prose during the greatest moments of narrative tension, and the pacing rattles along like an old Chevy down a washboard road. Still, this "Fear" skulks about long after the final page.
Number of Sanity-Shredding Shoggoths (out of five):
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