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Title: In the Court of the Yellow
King
Series: The King in Yellow Anthology #2
Editor:
Glynn Barrass
Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars
Genre:
Cosmic Horror
Pages: 289
Words:
99.5K
Synopsis: |
Table of Contents
These Harpies of Carcosa — W. H. Pugmire
The Viking in Yellow — Christine Morgan
Who Killed the King of Rock and Roll? — Edward Morris
Masque of the Queen — Stephen Mark Rainey
Grand Theft Hovercar — Jeffrey Thomas
The Girl with the Star-Stained Soul — Lucy A. Snyder
The Penumbra of Exquisite Foulness — Tim Curran
Yield — C. J. Henderson
Homeopathy — Greg Stolze
Bedlam in Yellow — William Meikle
A Jaundiced Light at the End — Brian M. Sammons
The Yellow Film — Gary McMahon
Lights Fade — Laurel Halbany
Future Imperfect — Glynn Owen Barrass
The Mask of the Yellow Death — Robert M. Price
The Sepia Prints — Pete Rawlik
Nigredo — Cody Goodfellow
MonoChrome — T. E. Grau
My Thoughts: |
In the fantasy Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan, there is a power called Saidin and Saidir. One half can be used by males and the other half by females. The male half, Saidin, was tainted by the Dark One thousands of years before the series starts. The main character, Rand, can use Saidin but is affected by the taint. He describes the experience as wrestling with fire and ice that is covered with a putrid oil. He never feels more alive than when using Saidin but the taint makes him sick and drives him insane.
That is how these two Cosmic Horror Series (Cthulhu & King in Yellow) seem to be affecting me.
I couldn't stop reading this. The stories dragged along relentlessly. I felt like I had jumped into a river and that it turned out to be way more powerful than anticipated. There were times I was in the center, speeding along, but then there were times when the stories pushed me into the banks or slammed me into hidden rocks beneath the surface. By the end of this I felt battered, emotionally and spiritually. Yet I had never felt so alive either.
It was an extremely disturbing dichotomic feeling. I had to stop and really ask myself if I was capable of reading more of this stuff. While I acknowledge that I have changed over the years, is the change engendered by reading stories like these the kind I want to voluntarily submit to? Whether I like to admit it or not, what we put into our minds does affect us.
Thankfully I don't have to make that decision right away. I've got another month before I cycle back to this cosmic horror duology.
★★★★✬
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