A collection of 22 cosmic wonder tales that pay tribute to this centuryþs most revered master of the macabre. The jacket miscalls these reprints originals. In the spiral black vortices of the ultimate void of Chaos reigns the blind idiot god Azathoth, the supreme deity in the Lovecraft pantheon of slime-tentacled horrors from out of space and time. At the zenith of the publication of pulp mags, Lovecraft did not write space opera like the sagas of Edmond Hamilton with his lively Captain Future series. Instead, he created his own genre and filled it with huge psycholgloppy horrors. Do the Cthulhu trade thoughts and live on the sea-bottom while being set on taking over the planet, as one Lovecraft pasticheur suggests? In an introduction, James Turner says that while early Lovecraft had the Cthulhu as merely demonic, the more adult Lovecraft became cosmicþand yet there is no set shape or static system to his Cthulhu cosmogony. These gigantic cosmic slipslops and their Mythos (strange word!) make the visiting extraterrestrials of The X-Files mere kindergarten fodder. Two stories by Lovecraft are here, þThe Call of Cthulhuþ and þThe Haunter of the Dark,þ both Lovecraft at his clearest yet most eldritch (i.e., uncanny, alien, weird), while þJerusalemþs Lotþ finds a young Stephen King vamping old H.P. Among others on hand are Robert Bloch, Fritz Leiber, Ramsey Campbell, Joann Ross, August Derleth, Clark Ashton Smith, and Colin Wilson with Brian Lumley as utterly committed Lovecraftians. And alone worth the price of this paperback is Richard A. Luboffþs gorgeously grandiose þDiscovery of the Ghooric Zone,þ about threecyborgs having sex aboard a spaceship traveling beyond Pluto to our monstrously massive but mysteriously known tenth planet, Yuggoth, which has its own complex systems of moons. Hey, try to beat that.