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Weird Tales: Robert E Howard


newbloodmoon

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Robert Ervin Howard (January 22, 1906 – June 11, 1936) was an American writer. He wrote pulp fiction in a diverse range of genres. He is well known for his character Conan the Barbarian and is regarded as the father of the sword and sorcery sub genre.

The second spot of my weird tales goes to Robert E Howard. Not only did he write Conan the Barbarian stories he also wrote ( ) the conqueror, and ( ) of mars. Though he and H. P. Lovecraft corresponded with each other they had never met in person. Many of the surviving letters of his and H.P.L. showed a lively debate of barbarism vs civilization. Considering that Conan was one of his most popular creations it isn’t difficult to imagine what side he favored. Unfortunately Robert E Howard shared some of Lovecraft’s racist tendencies as read on the Voluminous Letters of H.P.L. Podcast. He just wasn’t as publicly racist as Howard was.

Other than Conan, Howard also created; Red Sonja, Kull of Atlantis, Solomon Kane, Bran Mak Morn, and Sailor Steve Costigan. I cannot even imagine how sailor Steve faired against the others who were well known action heroes in their own right. Unfortunately Robert E Howard committed suicide on June 11th 1936 after his mother died of health complications.

And now a poem.

Always Comes Evening

Riding down the road at evening with the stars or steed and shoon
I have heard an old man singing underneath a copper moon;
"God, who gemmed with topaz twilights, opal portals of the day,
"On "our amaranthine mountains, why make human souls of clay?
"For I rode the moon-mare's horses in the glory of my youth,
"Wrestled with the hills at sunset— till I met brass-tinctured Truth.
"Till I saw the temples topple, till I saw the idols reel,
"Till my brain had turned to iron, and my heart had turned to steel.
"Satan, Satan, brother Satan, fill my soul with frozen fire;
"Feed with hearts of rose-white women ashes of my dead desire.
"For my road runs out in thistles and my dreams have turned to dust.
"And my pinions fade and falter to the raven wings of rust.
"Truth has smitten me with arrows and her hand is in my hair—
"Youth, she hides in yonder mountains — go and see her, if you dare!
"Work your magic, brother Satan, fill my brain with fiery spells.
"Satan, Satan, brother Satan, have known your fiercest Hells."
Riding down the road at evening when the wind was on the sea,
I have heard an old man singing, and he sang most drearily
Strange to hear, when dark lakes shimmer to the wailing of the loon,
Amethystine Homer singing under evening's copper moon.

Characters of R. E. Howard

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A well written article on Robert E Howard can be found here ——> https://www.kirkusreviews.com/news-and-features/articles/untimely-death-robert-e-howard/

 

Edited by newbloodmoon

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