Necronomicon: Sunday, Sundayyyyy
The sleepers wake: attendees start the fourth day of Necronomicon
In the usual life cycle of a con, Sundays range from DOA — they expired sometime in the dark of night and when the sun rises all one finds is an empty, sun-baked dusty street with flies buzzing desultorily on piles of yesterday’s horse dung — to a lively old age that becomes more fragile as the day goes on. Checkouts at the hotel desk are consistent, though a good number leave luggage for later retrieval. But as the 8AM session on Thursday was well-attended, so too the 9:30 session Sunday morning about the correspondence between our man Lovecraft and Robert E. “Conan the Barbarian” Howard filled most of the seats. From this one must conclude Necronomicon’s Sunday will be on the lively side, and no dusty, abandoned street.
Letters constituted a major venue for communication between notables during this time period, and some — alas, not all — made it a practice to retain these letters. As a side-note: a loss to present-day scholarship on Lovecraft occurred when Lovecraft’s spouse burned the letters she’d received from him over the years of their acquaintance, courting, and marriage. And when we’re talking about H.P. Lovecraft and Robert E. Howard, the letters aren’t short little hello-how ya doin’-what’s up affairs, but lengthy epistolary conversations on weighty matters relating to writing style, what constitutes a good and required text for reading, and life, liberty, and the pursuit of publication in the fraught world of the pulps of that era.