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  1. Original von Peterchen

    Es gibt auch ein Buch mit diesem Titel? Das ist mir irgendwie entgangen. Peinlich. Lohnt sich die Anschaffung?

    Hier ist das Buch. Der Club Dumas von Arturo Perez-Reverte. Sehr empfehlenswert.

  2. Holger war wieder schneller und gegen diese Antwort anzukämpfen ist eh sinnlos.

    Nur soviel, ich vergleiche zuoft Buch und Film nur um festzustellen das mir das Buch besser gefällt.

    Aber der Film gehört trotzdem zu meinen Lieblingsfilmen.

  3. Was willst du denn wissen. Das der Film nicht sehr viel mit dem Buch zu tun hat und das Ende wirr und unverständlich ist? :D

    Gut es ist spät und ich hab gerade meinen Cthulhu Charakter in Turin (Der tanzende Faun) verloren. Ich werd morgen mal das Ende des Films gucken und mit dem Buch vergleichen und dann hoffentlich eine Erklärung liefern.

  4. Das Buch von Thekla Zachrau ist auch nicht sonderlich prickelnd oder aussagekräftig und auch schon seit längerem nicht mehr erhältlich.

    Sollte es doch jemand in seiner Sammlung haben möge er es mir verkaufen. Ich bin aus rein sammlerischen Gründen daran interessiert.

  5. Ergänzend zu diesem Thread Houellebecq

     

    "Angesichts des Stellenwertes, den Michel Houellbecq im Literaturdiskurs Deutschlands derzeit hat, seines Bestsellerstatus, darf man annehmen, dass dieses Büchlein, dessen Verdienste mehr in der Eloquenz seiner Rhetorik als in der Tiefe der Analyse liegen, viele Leser erst auf Lovecraft aufmerksam machen wird, die sonst von der Existenz eines solchen Schriftstellers nichts geahnt hätten oder sich gewiss nicht für ihn interessiert hätten. Gegen die Welt, gegen das Leben ist eine überzeugende Werbeschrift für Lovecraft.

     

    Quelle: Franz Rottensteiner in Quarber Merkur 95/96

  6. Um mal wieder zur anfänglichen Frage zurückzukehren, Lovecraft schrieb über das Christentum:

     

    [...] In the latter stages of decay Christianity undoubtedly did harm through its exaltation of softness, justice and universal brotherhood, and its demand for the renunciation of earthly ties and loyalities. [...] Rome would never had adopted this mawkish slave religion if it had not begun to aquire the soft slave - mind and the subtile slave - religion of human equality. [...] Itself decadent, it had begun to demand something like the slavefaiths and mystically consolatory cults of the long decadent East.

  7. und etwas abgewandelt:

     

    'Twas the night before Chthulhu-mas,

    and all through the dungeon

    Not a creature was stirring,

    Not even a deep one.

     

    The altars were built

    by the oven with care,

    In hopes that Cthulhu

    soon would be there.

     

    The cultists were nestled

    all snug in their holes,

    while nightmares of lost R'lyeh

    tortured their souls

     

    And Curwin in his kerchief,

    and I in my cap,

    Had just settled down

    for a long winter's nap -

     

    When up in the morgue

    there arose such a clatter

    I sprang from my coffin

    to see what was the matter.

     

    The moon on the breast

    of the newly spawned mi-go

    Gave the luster of pale death

    to objects below.

     

    When what sight to my

    wondering eyes should bring

    but a miniature sleigh

    and eight tiny squidling.

     

    With a cephalapod driver

    so slimy and blue,

    we knew in a moment

    it must be Cthulhu!

     

    More rapid than Elders

    his spawn as they came,

    and he squealed and screeched

    and called them by name.

     

    "Now, Basher! now, Rancid!

    now, Cancer and Xixen!

    On, Vomit! on, Putrid!

    on, Spawner and Blitzen! -

     

    To the end of the earth,

    spread your horror and fright,

    do it quickly and well

    or no man-flesh tonight!"

     

    As Byakees that before

    the wild hurricane fly,

    When they meet with an obstacle

    mount to the sky,

     

    So up to the graveyard

    the squidlings they crawled,

    With a sleigh full of bodies -

    All oiled and shaved bald

     

    And then, in a twinkling,

    as we witnessed this spectacle,

    we heard the slithering and sucking

    of each tiny tentacle.

     

    As I witnessed these sights

    that nearly drove me insane,

    slithering out from the oven,

    dread Cthulhu came.

     

    He was covered all in slime

    in his eye an evil wink,

    And his tentacles all covered

    with ashes and ink.

     

    A bundle of corpses

    he had flung on his back,

    And he looked like Hell's Peddler

    just opening his pack.

     

    His scales, how they glistened!

    his eyes, how fiery!

    His cheeks were all rotten

    his nose gray and hairy;

     

    His cavernous mouth

    was drawn up like a bow,

    and the blood on his chin

    had an unholy glow.

     

    The stump of a leg

    he held tight in his teeth,

    And the blood, it encircled

    his beak like a wreath.

     

    He had a broad face

    and a big moldy belly

    That shook, when he laughed,

    like a boat full of jelly.

     

    He was laughing and screeching -

    a right jolly old squid:

    And I laughed when I saw him,

    in spite of my dread;

     

    A wink of an eye,

    and a twist of his head,

    Soon gave me to know

    we would soon all be dead.

     

    He spoke not a word,

    but went straight to his work,

    disemboweling the cadavers and

    wrenching their necks with a jerk.

     

    Then, curling his tentacles

    In a gruesome pose,

    And giving a nod,

    up the chimney he rose.

     

    He metamorphosed in his sleigh,

    to his spawn gave a shriek,

    And away they all flew

    with an ungodly reek.

     

    But I heard him exclaim,

    a last dreadful warning,

    "Merry Cthulhu-mas to all,

    for you'll be dead before morning!"

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