BUT YOU'RE A MAN OF SCIENCE. AND LOVECRAFT'S FICTION, WHILE REALISTICALLY RENDERED, IS STILL FICTION. That's the thing: he was also a man of science, you could easily argue. He was a prolific devourer of the latest science of the time, for good and bad. Some of that might even explain some of his racism: the fact that the '20s and '30s were the height of phrenology. These were all things that he gobbled up, along with the latest advances in physics and astrophysics and geology and such. One of the particular things that I like, coming from a scientist's point of view, is the fact that he writes this imaginative fiction that includes things that are at least as weird as the stuff we find in our oceans, as opposed to so much of what Hollywood produces these days [which] are essentially [films featuring] the stereotypical guy in the spandex suit.
WHAT WOULD LOVECRAFT THINK OF THE NECRONOMICON 2013? He loved exchanging, what, 20,000 letters with all of his friends who were also authors or budding authors. I think the opportunity to actually meet with potentially 100 of them at one place and one time would have been something that he would have relished. And to have them come to his home, essentially, he would have loved. [But] I think he was far too modest to be able to withstand the adoring fandom that has built up around him now. So I think he might have ended up just being cloistered in his hotel room for most of the convention.
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