At the Mountains of Madness first appeared in 1936, in the February, March and April editions of the American magazine Astounding Stories. One of H.P. Lovecraft’s most chilling works, it draws on Edgar Allan Poe’s Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, as well as Lovecraft’s deep fascination with the Antarctic. The sinister discoveries made by a group of explorers in At the Mountains of Madness are testament to the author’s enormous powers of imagination.
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I loved the writing -- ornate, poetic, vivid. I have to say, though, that the story just didn't grip me. At the time it was written, it probably was unique, but it has subsequently been done better by others.
The narrator keeps telling us how reluctant he is to reveal what he knows he must reveal. Naturally, he does this at the end. It left me underwhelmed.
He was good.
I suppose it would be a visual spectacle-- Lovecraft does a great job describing this world of ice -- but I don't see the story really hooking people.
I love Loveraft's style. You have to work a bit to follow, but it's worth it.
I've listened to other readings by William Roberts, and they are all better than this. For some reason, he practically yells this whole story like an announcer in an WWII newsreel. It amplified the slow, tedious detail of Lovecraft's writing and undermined the haunting, dramatic parts.
this was average at best. not Particularly scary. the author keeps saying how he doesn't want to describe anything and how he will only give the bare minimum of details
not useful when you are trying to figure out what's happening
The inclusion of dialogue (any dialogue) at some point before the last page of the book.
Not necessarily the whole genre but I would need some persuading to read or listen to another Lovecraft book.
William Roberts is a fine narrator and I have in the past greatly enjoyed his readings of Bill Bryson's books but there are limits to what a reader can do to improve a book and this particular volume defeated him.
At the risk of posting a spoiler (but you did ask) a scene towards the end where the narrator and a colleague claim to have uncovered and understood the whole history of an entire civilization from the perusal of some carvings. Up until that point the book was simply dull but in an instant it lost whatever credibility it had up until that point enjoyed.
The problem lies in the book itself. It is the first person narrative of an aging professor and in the interests of verisimilitude it eschews dialogue for almost the entire narrative. Unfortunately it quickly became apparent that a novel without dialogue is like a loaf without yeast; practically indigestible. Frankly I only finished the book because it was relatively short and because I had read positive reviews elsewhere then I continued to hope up until very near the end that it would finally improve. It didn't.
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