At the end of the 1990 edition of Tales Of The Cthulhu Mythos from Arkham House, probably the eminent collection of Lovecraftian fiction is a story by Robert Lupoff called "The Discovery of the Ghooric Zone" whereby the course for the next several decades of Lovecraftian fiction was firmly set in place by an orgy of Androids sexually cavorting on a space ship headed for planets all in the post-apocalyptic haze of Lovecraft's early twentieth century threats of the "Old Ones" returning. The worst has happened and it's not a big deal; humanity has just incorporated it into our psychosexual schema and is rolling with the chaos. Mutate or die. It's a tale of sex and fantastic weirdness and set the template for Alan Moore's Lovecraftian oeuvre, The Starry Wisdom Anthology, and much of Clive Barker. Basically, it's a lot of shagging things beyond our comprehension and evolving into something weird and alien and post-human. This is that. There are no stuffy professors, tired old monsters, and tropey Jazzage cliches usually prevalent when people (wrongly) interpret HPL - it's just kind of weird and vaguely sexy. It plays in a place between the grotesque and the beautiful. Wish it went further tbh, and that there was more lore to look at scattered in all the empty drawers. 4 for style points on the demo, I wanted to give it five just for actually going for an adult market, but so far Bataille it is not, nor Moore, and probably not for everyone.
