Review of “The Roaches” (1965)
Thomas M. Disch (writer).
Read in 2026.
The stones of the Flatiron Building oozed damp blackness; the gutters were heaped with soft decay; the smell of burning grease hung in the air outside the cheap restaurants like cigarette smoke in a close room.
This is what “The Horror at Red Hook” (1927) should have been, and would have been if Lovecraft hadn’t been such a racist.