Lovecraft (Wikipedia) was a nervous racist.
He wrote of his own attachment to the past as one of comfortable “illusion”, a hollow protection from meaningless chaos. The shallow biography-as-explanation interpretation for his oft-used structure of inquiry into the depths resulting in a negative self-image is that Lovecraft thought his father was dead, when the father was actually in hospital with syphilis.
No audience—not even a racist one—will recognize its conscious experience or aspiration in Lovecraft. He focused on the distant, the unknown and the external. I admire that. At the same time, by avoiding anthropocentrism he succeeded in building monstrous metaphors for the subconscious human fear of dysteleology. Paradoxically, this opens him up even to readers looking for themselves.
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