Wednesday, February 15, 2012

"The House of Worm"

Today, fellow bottom-dwellers, something a little different:

Now and then, the editors at Eerie Pub. seemed to get the highbrow bug or, better put; a bug to create a reasonable semblance of highbrow. The result in the case of Terror Tales Vol. 3 No. 4, July 1971 was a reprint of a minor pulp era story by writer Mearle Prout with well-above average illustrations from Ezra Jackson.

I thought so much of the illustrations by Jackson, I set them off on their own for separate enjoyment:


And now, dear ones, the story:

4 comments:

Matthew Coniam said...

What a peculiar piece, with its mix of metaphysics and body horror. The description of Fred's temporarily dead body, and the fingers sinking into the slime is quite something.
The wrap up reminds me of Dennis Wheatley when he went all high-falutin'.
My guess is that Mearle Prout must have been a pseudonym for Marcel Proust. There's only a couple of letters difference...

Mykal Banta said...

Matthew: A lot of the 30s pulp era fiction had that element of the metaphysical - particularly, as I'm sure you know, the stuff from Lovecraft. It's my favorite era of American fiction. Guys like Clark Ashton Smith, Robert Howard, and Henry Kuttner (three of my favs from the era) always swung for the fences.

I think your on to something about Proust moonlighting as a pulp writer. I love that idea!

Guy Bell said...

Hands down, best story title ever.

Mykal Banta said...

Pretty cool, I agree.