Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Henry S. Whitehead: "Sea Change," "The Thin Match," and "The Wonderful Thing"

Here at MPorcius Fiction Log, we are reading stories from 1925 issues of Farnsworth Wright's unique magazine, Weird Tales.  Today, three stories from Henry S. Whitehead, an Episcopal minister from the greatest state in the union, New Jersey, who, like myself, left the Garden State seeking education and adventure.  Whereas my travels took me to New York City and the Middle West, where I explored varied forms of goldbricking, loafing and slacking, Whitehead, before settling in Florida, spent many years in New England and in the Virgin Islands, where he learned about voodoo, learning which he integrated into his fiction.  I don't know if today's stories will be about voodoo, but soon we'll find out.

Some of today's tales have been reprinted in book form, but we will be reading "Sea Change," "The Thin Match," and "The Wonderful Thing" in the pages of scans of the appropriate issues of Weird Tales.  Click the links in the previous sentence to read along.  

"Sea Change" 

"Sea Change" debuted in the first issue of WT to reprint H. P. Lovecraft's 1920 "The Statement of Randolph Carter," a story that would reappear in WT in 1937 and which I would blog about (after reading a book printing) in 2022.  "Sea Change" was included in the 1946 Arkham House Whitehead collection West India Lights as well as the 21st-century Whitehead collections Passing of a God and Other Stories and Voodoo Tales: The Ghost Stories of Henry S. Whitehead.  Does this story take place in the West Indies?  Does it include voodoo or a ghost?  I don't think so.  

Chapter 1 introduces us to newlyweds Edward and Marian Redwick, who are on their honeymoon aboard a "windjammer."  Sailing the seas is dangerous, at least in the stories we read here at MPorcius Fiction Log, and this opening chapter is consumed with a typhoon which the vessel finds itself in, Whitehead describing the curious nature of the sky before the storm hits and then the way the ship is violently tossed about and the damage it suffers and the casualties suffered among the crew.  In the end, through a freak happenstance, Edward and Marian are the only survivors!  

Chapter 2 flashes back and we get a biography of young Edward's life heretofore.  As a little kid he suddenly became extremely ill, skin paling, hair falling out, teeth turning black, muscles paralyzed, mind becoming so vegetative he didn't recognize his family, etc.  The medicos eventually figured out that he needed to take thyroid pills, and he recovered.  He has taken these pills every day of his life since.  In his twenties he met Marian and they found they shared a fascination with the sea, maybe from reading Conrad and Kipling.  Maybe they should have read Frank Belknap Long--then they might have stayed ashore where thyroid pills are available at every pharmacy!  As it is, they book passage on that windjammer and get stranded on a little island with a few dozen Polynesian inhabitants and no drug stores!

Chapters 3 and 4 concern the first week or so the island.  The natives are very friendly, and tell Ed a ship comes by maybe every one or two years.  Ed is in trouble--he only has eight thyroid pills in his pocket!  After they are consumed he'll probably start turning into a "Caliban!"  Ed realizes the wreck of the windjammer is just barely visible from the beach--a single spar emerges from the waves, the actual hull is totally submerged.  Within that hull is his waterproof container packed with a generous supply of thyroid pills!  So in Chapter 5, when he is out of pills and fears he will soon grow weak and feeble-minded, he braves the waves and the sharks to swim out to the wreck!  But the wreck is further than he realized--the spar, due to some optical illusion, is not nearly as close as it appears from the shore.  He decides to turn back before confronting the sharks that haunt the wreck, presumably eating the dead crewmen.  

When Edward fully realizes how far he has swum, and how he is suffering only minimal fatigue, he comes to another realization--he has grown out of his childhood illness!  He doesn't need the pills anymore!  He can enjoy a year or two on this island paradise with his charming wife and then a life together with her wherever they elect to be.

With its lack of supernatural or science fiction elements, its focus on a man's relationship with his parents and with his wife, its allusions to Shakespeare, and its happy ending (for the good-looking middle-class couple at least--maybe not the prole crewmen who are now shark food), "Sea Change" is more like a mainstream story than anything weird or speculative.  But it is alright.  We'll mildly recommend it; it is pretty well-written, and I am interested in storyies about family dynamics, though usually I read about people who hate their parents and about sexual relationships that are catastrophic, relationships unlike those in this story, in which everybody is lovey dovey and going the extra mile to look out for each other--I don't know, maybe this is a fantasy.


"The Thin Match" 

This is another mainstream-like story, ably told, but far from weird.  The odd sort of gimmick Whitehead employs here is anthropomorphizing matches; they don't move or talk or anything, but they have feelings.  

Anyway, we follow a match which is particularly thin from the factory and through the hands of all the people who by chance acquire the box of sixty matches into which it has been packed.  It feels like two dozen people in this story acquire the box of matches and then somehow lose it.  Being so thin, the match who is our inanimate main character slips into a corner of the box and goes unnoticed and is thus the final to be used.  Along the way we are privy to the hopes and dreams of matches.  Whitehead contrives a situation in which a man in the frozen north's life depends on his last match successfully lighting.  (This guy also has only one cartridge left for his rifle when a lynx is attacking--learn to plan ahead, guy, or just stay in the city and goldbrick or the suburbs and slack like the rest of us.)  Will the match save this guy, or will he freeze to death?

Acceptable filler.  "The Thin Match" has not been reprinted.

"The Wonderful Thing"

"The Wonderful Thing" was reprinted in the 2007 Whitehead collection Passing of a God and Other Stories.

It is the early 1840s.  O'Hara, a man with "Celtic common-sense," moves from New Jersey to Connecticut to work as a land-surveyor and engineer for New England railroads, building bridges and the like.  He hires an elderly black couple, former slaves, to be his servants.  He works too hard to have time for a social life.

One night he has a very vivid dream in which he has a close relationship with a rich family in a nearby town, visiting them regularly, and he falls in love with a young woman in the family and she returns his love and they get engaged.  Whitehead describes this happy dream, in which O'Hara rides his horse to visit his friends, in exacting detail--the beautiful clothes, the beautiful scenery, the beautiful architecture, et al--trying the patience of those of us who open up a copy of Weird Tales hoping to read about Americans and Europeans fighting for their lives against monsters, aliens and members of marginalized demographic groups, not going to tea parties at each other's mansions.  When O'Hara wakes up from the most memorable dream of his life he is in love with the fiancĂ© from his dream and is in a funk for three weeks.

At the end of those three weeks O'Hara takes a day off from work (his railway bridges are several days ahead of schedule--maybe "The Wonderful Thing" really does count as a utopian science fiction story) and rides his horse on the same route he rode in the dream.  We heave to hear about the same scenery and architecture and all the rest again--good grief!  He comes to the mansion of his friends from the dream, and meets the woman from the dream with whom he got engaged.  The woman tells him she had a dream of falling in love with and getting engaged to him three weeks ago, and we get a happy ending.

This story, like the other two Whitehead stories we read today, feels like it belongs in a mainstream magazine full of opinion pieces on tax and trade policy, a report on the latest trends in wallpaper, an interview with a Hollywood star, and advice for the housewife on how to get better deals from the grocer, not the magazine of Conan, Cthulhu, and more vampires and space monsters than you can shake a cross and a ray pistol at.  "The Wonderful Thing" is not bad, but it is certainly not for me.  Barely acceptable.

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I really expected there to be voodoo in at least one of these stories.  Or a murder or a ghost or something.  I guess a storm kills lots of people in "Sea Change" and a guy shoots a lynx in the face in "The Thin Match," but those incidents of mayhem are hardly the focus of the stories in which they appear, and the main characters are neither perpetrators nor victims of the violence.  Today's stories feel like they could be in a grade school reading text book designed to teach you concepts like "flashback," "metaphor," "simile," and "personification," and I don't relish reliving that experience.  At the same time, I can't fault the stories on any kind of technical grounds--they are professionally written--the content and themes just aren't what I want to read, and not what I expect from the unique magazine of the bizarre and unusual.

Well, we'll be seeing Whitehead in 1926; maybe those stories will be a little more on the thrilling side?  Till then, stay tuned for more 1925 weirdness.

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Frank Belknap Long: "Men Who Walk Upon the Air," "The Devil-God," and "The Sea Thing"


Having just fulfilled our vow to read at least one story from each issue of Weird Tales with a 1924 cover date, let's get cracking on 1925, with three 1925 stories from Frank Belknap Long, a fancy dresser with exciting hair.  We were just talking about Long, about how H. P. Lovecraft lamented the change in the formerly artistic Long's work wrought, according to HPL at least, by the influence of business-like Otis Adelbert Kline.  Today's stories, I believe, must all be from before that influence can be felt.  You can find all three of these tales of uncanny bloodshed and death in France and the Pacific in the 2022 volume of Centipede Press' Library of Weird Fiction (808 pages) dedicated to Long, but I'll be reading them in scans of the original issues of Farnsworth Wright's magazine available to the masses for free at the internet archive.  Experience the mind-bending mayhem yourself in its Roaring Twenties form, along with accompanying illustrations and work by other weird authors, by clicking the links below:

"Men Who Walk Upon the Air"

Early in his career, Long was a poet and here in "Men Who Walk Upon the Air" he shows skill in conjuring yellow skies and decaying flesh and other images of horror as well as enticing images of a blue-eyed blonde woman and the feast she lays out for a man from whom she desires a favor.  And as we expect of serious literature, "Men Who Walk Upon the Air" is full of ambiguity and human psychology that is both bewildering and all too comprehensible, disturbingly alike the actions of those around us in real life and our own secret thoughts.  What is really happening?  Are the characters good or evil?  Are they animated by love and generosity or by lust and selfishness?

It is medieval France, and a poet, Long's image of Francois Villon exiled from Paris, is sadly wandering the countryside, which is presented by Long as desolate and disgusting.  The versifier comes upon a hanged man.  (I am not familiar with Villon's work, having spent the time I might have allotted to reading him and learning about medieval Europe to watching Speed Racer and learning about Chim-Chim and Racer X, but wikipedia suggests death by hanging was a preoccupation of Villon's, he always being in trouble with the law.)  The hanged man's wife begs Villon to cut down her husband's corpse.  He more or less agrees, and then with gusto devours the food she prepares him in her little house--Villon has not eaten decent food or drunk wine in days and stuffs himself and gets drunk.  He asks the woman if he can kiss her--just once!--and she relents.  Immediately Villon releases her, having done a little more than kiss her just once, the widow is overcome by fits of terror, thinking her husband, a half-decayed corpse, has climbed down from the gibbet to bust down the door and attack her.  Is Villon's fight with the animated corpse real or just the product of a disordered, depressed, inebriated mind?  Whatever the case, the ghastly assault and pathetic struggle Long depicts is shocking and, as Villon walks away, he sees two corpses, one gripping the other, hanging from the gibbet. 

Very good!  I am probably missing allusions to Villon's work that my more educated readers will recognize, and I recommend this story to all you students of French literature as well as my fellow weirdies.  Besides the aforementioned 2022 Centipede Press collection, "Men Who Walk Upon the Air" would rise from obscurity to terrorize the guilt-stricken living in anthologies of stories from Weird Tales edited by Marvin Kaye (USA, 1988) and Frank Festa and Hardy Kettlitz (Germany, 2023.)    

"The Devil-God"

Mpatanasi is a sort of wizard-priest, a skinny old man with a yellow beard, "malachite" eyes and "monstrous" lips that "seemed to overlap his face," who intercedes between his people, black-skinned jungle-dwelling savages, and their forest devil-god, reputed to be a big furry monster with a single eye in the center of its forehead.  I guess "The Devil-God" takes place in Melanesia--parakeets are in evidence--and not Madagascar, even though Long refers to a lemur--the lemur just appears in a simile.    

Mpatanasi has a daughter who resents him; she would like to color her thin lips and play music, and it seems lay in the arms of the man Mu-senyui, but as a priest's daughter she is forbidden these pleasures.  Mu-senyui is in love with Mpatanasi's daughter, and we hear how he admires her lips, talks about kissing her, how the lovers each touch the other's lips when sneaking around to insist upon silence.  Lips are a theme of Long's story--we also hear about the lips of the gods and monsters in the story, monsters the daughter, and maybe even Mpatanasi the priest, don't really believe in.  

Mu-senyui and the girl scheme to get rid of Mpatanasi so they can be together in the open.  Mu-senyui convinces the priest that the king is not fulfilling his duties, and gets Mpatanasi to pronounce a doom on "the king;" Mpatanasi holds an elaborate ceremony in which he calls upon the forest-devil to make "the king" commit suicide.  As Mu-senyui hoped, Mpatanasi does not speak the king's name in his ritual--the trick is that the man whom the priest believes to be king is already dead, murdered a few days ago by handsome 12-year-old Bamuti, whom the queen and her handmaidens all covet.  The king found the charming boy alone with the queen and his majesty ended up with a knife in the ribs, something the court has kept secret from the priest.  With the death of the king, Mpatanasi is king, and so by cursing "the king" he has pronounced a doom on himself.

Mpatanasi flees the village into the forest.  In a surreal scene involving an earthquake and a forest fire, he is attacked by a monster that Long tells us is such a "caricature of evil" that not even Aubrey Beardsley or Felicien Rops could have conceived it.  (The mention of these European artists is a questionable move by Long, like mentioning the lemur--are these Pacific Islanders familiar with these men's work?  It kind of pulls you out of the setting.)  The monster, which is, apparently, a distinct monster from the forest devil, apparently tears Mpatanasi limb from limb, though maybe this is all a dream or hallucination? 

In the final scene the priest's daughter has painted her lips and adorned herself with other cosmetics and jewelry and she kisses and caresses Mu-senyui while they play with her father's severed head.

I like this story but it is a little opaque.  Is the forest-devil real or just a lie the priests tell people to keep them in line?  Is the "caricature of evil" monster real or just Mpatanasi's delusion as he commits suicide or is murdered by Mu-senyui?  Why does the priest inherit the throne?  Who is king now?  Who is priest now?  Still, "The Devil-God" is well-written on a sentence by sentence basis and I like the theme of vain and horny women more than willing to destroy their own families, their people's government and their people's religious establishment in order to satisfy their base lusts, so thumbs up, but this one isn't as well organized and coherent as "Men Who Walk Upon the Air" or "The Desert Lich."  

Robert M. Price printed "The Devil-God" in the 1986 issue of Crypt of Cthulhu dedicated to Long, and you can also find it in the 2010 Centipede Press Long collection, the one that is 1100 pages long.

"The Sea Thing"

This is a mundane ordinary horror story, but well told, with cool horror images and atmosphere, so thumbs up.  "The Sea Thing" is less original than the crazy "The Devil-God," but has a more straightforward structure, with fewer loose ends, and is far less literary than "Men Who Walk Upon the Air," but still a better than average piece of weird fiction.

Our text is a captain's log, the log of a clipper ship that has suffered one disaster after another!  Damaged, the ship was becalmed and then the crew got cholera and like three quarters of them perished.  Only six crewmen and the captain survive as the narrative begins.  The ship is taking on water and food is running out--they are likely doomed.  But then a guy appears in a boat!  He is the only survivor of a sinking (he says!) and has with him lots of supplies!

Everybody is thrilled and morale recovers and this new guy turns out to be a skilled healer and a real raconteur who has tons of stories with which to entertain everybody.  But after a few days the new guy starts acting strange and people start getting inexplicable injuries and mysteriously losing blood.  Men start dying.  By chance the captain is looking through a century-old book of odd anecdotes, and comes upon the story of a scaly man who was able to live under the ocean--holy crap, the scaly guy's name is the same as that of their new friend!  No wonder this guy has lots of cool old stories--he's some kind of immortal aquatic vampire!

The captain and the most trustworthy of the surviving crew hatch a plot to destroy the monster, which, in the final showdown, exhibits some of the characteristics of a shape-shifting blob!  Who will live?  Who will die?

"The Sea Thing" is pretty fun.  It was reprinted in 1926 in Britain in the second book in Christine Campbell Thomson's Not at Night series of anthologies, and in 1928 in the similarly titled American anthology Not At Night! 

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Nineteen-Twenty-Five was a good year for Long--I can heartily recommend all three of these stories.   A most felicitous step in our long journey through the history of the Unique Magazine--another step next time we meet here at MPorcius Fiction Log.  

Weird Tales Project: 1924

In 1924 Weird Tales published seven issues.  The first five were edited by Edwin Baird; Farnsworth Wright began his editorship, which would endure into the year 1940, in November.  I can now announce that I have read at least one story from each of these seven issues--see links to my blog posts on those stories below.  But first, links to other years of the The Unique Magazine which I have already explored.

 1923   1930    1931   1932   1933    1934    1935    1936    1937    1938    1939    1940   1941  1942




January

Galen C. Colin:   "Snake"





February

H. P. Lovecraft: "The Hound"






March

H. P. Lovecraft and C. M. Eddy, Jr.: "Ashes"





April

H. P. Lovecraft and C. M. Eddy, Jr.: "The Ghost Eater"
H. P. Lovecraft:                                 "Facts Concerning the Late Arthur  Jermyn and His Family"

May-June-July

H. P. Lovecraft and Harry Houdini:  "Imprisoned with the Pharaohs"
H. P. Lovecraft and C. M. Eddy, Jr.: "The Loved Dead"
Galen C. Colin:                                  "Eyes"
H. P. Lovecraft:                                  "Hypnos"
Otis Adelbert Kline:                           "The Malignant Entity"





November

Farnsworth Wright:       "The Grand Panjandrum"
Frank Belknap Long:     "The Desert Lich"
Otis Adelbert Kline:      "The Phantom Rider"
Henry S. Whitehead:     "The Door" 




December

Frank Belknap Long: "Death-Waters"
Galen C. Colin:          "The Song Eternal"
C. M. Eddy, Jr.:          "With Weapons of Stone"



Sunday, August 16, 2026

Otis Adelbert Kline: "The Malignant Entity," "The Radio Ghost," and "The Demon of Tlaxpam"

In Volume 9 of Hippocampus Press' Letters of H. P. Lovecraft, we find HPL telling Duane W. Rimel that Otis Adelbert Kline is "probably the best agent in the business" (p. 305), "a wizard at placing things" (290) with lots of "influence" (306) who "regard[s] fiction writing as a business & not an art" (286).  In our last blog post I was talking about how good some of Frank Belknap Long's early stories are, in contrast to his reprehensible later work, and in a September 8, 1934 letter to August Derleth*, Lovecraft blames Kline for Long's decline:

Belknap reports great successes in the pulp field.  Under the tutelage of Otis Adelbert Kline he is getting to be a highly enterprising young business man---but the artist of yesteryear seems lost in the shuffle!   

Indeed, in a March 25, 1933 letter to Robert E. Howard*, HPL admits "I simply can't read the crap Kline and [Hugh B.] Cave grind out...."

*See Essential Solitude: The Letters of H. P. Lovecraft and August Derleth: 1932-1937 and A Means to Freedom: The Letters of H. P. Lovecraft and Robert E. Howard: 1933-1936.  

Well, today let's see if we can read some of that ground out "crap."  Under Otis Adelbert Kline's entry, the indispensable isfdb lists three stories in a Dr. Dorp series and two stories in a Bart Leslie series.  We've already read the first Dorp story, 1923's "The Phantom Wolfhound," and the second Leslie story, 1936's "The Cyclops of Xoatal," a collaboration with E. Hoffman Price.  Let's finish up these two series today with "The Malignant Entity," "The Radio Ghost" and "The Demon of Tlaxpam"; I'll be reading these stories in scans of the magazines in which they first came under the eye of the pulp readers to whom Kline was, according to HPL at least, slavishly catering, and you can do the same by clicking the links in this sentence.

"The Malignant Entity" (1924)

First we're going back to the super-sized issue of Weird Tales in which we read Lovecraft's famous collaborations with Harry Houdini--"Imprisoned with the Pharaohs"-- and C. M. Eddy, Jr.'s--"The Loved Dead."  "The Malignant Entity" is the second Dr. Dorp story, and takes up like seven pages of the unique magazine.

Our narrator is a guy named Evans who is pals with Dr. Dorp; I guess their relationship is modelled on that of Watson and Holmes.  These two nerds are talking about their mutual hobby, interest in psychic phenomena and the occult, when the police chief comes in and requests Dorp's aid.  A scientist has turned up dead--he was healthy last night but this morning his daughter found him just a skeleton, still clad in his typical clothes and jewelry.  Where did all his flesh and organs go?  

The chief brings the narrator and the doctor to the house of death where they look at the skeleton of the scientist and at a vat of clear gelatinous liquid sitting there in the lab with the bones.  Then, in other rooms, our heroes look for clues the way you'd expect people to in detective fiction--reading through files and questioning people.  A cop is guarding the lab, and when his relief comes this second uniformed officer finds that his predecessor is dead, a skeleton still clad in his police uniform.  

We get a lot of dialogue from Dr. Dorp about the debate over what constitutes life and whether the soul is real because the dead scientist was trying to create life synthetically.  Dorp theorizes that the scientist created a monster that had no soul and so hated ensouled natural life and would set out to destroy natural life.  In between such conversations, our guys notice that there is more liquid in the vat than before, and look at a drop of it in a microscope--the drop contains two forms of animated matter, the more numerous destroying the minority.  Dorp then revises his theory--maybe an alien soul that lacked a body and was just floating around the universe, unable to interact with the material world, came upon this protoplasm created by the dead scientist--a body without a soul--and filled its soul-shaped vacancy.  Once united with a body, the alien soul started devouring people to increase its new body's size.  These theories are kind of interesting, but I don't feel like they are integrated with the rest of the narrative--they feel tacked on, parallel to the plot and the characters' actions.  

The most exciting part of the story follows as our two heroes and the police strive to destroy the blob monster with various weapons and methods as it flees from them.  Eventually they succeed.  At the same time the hunt is on for the creature, the hunt for more documents that will reveal more about the synthetic creature continues, and this quest also succeeds.  Unfortunately, these two quests operate in parallel instead of one somehow supporting the other.    

"The Malignant Entity" has the makings of a good story, but the structure is a mess.  For example, our heroes catch the monster and then find those additional documents that tell them more about the blob monster.  Wouldn't it make more sense, story-wise, for the men to learn about the monster and then use their newfound knowledge to defeat it?  As it is, the narrator catches the blob monster (which has been shrunken to the size of a golf ball after barely surviving a direct hit from acid poured on it by Evans and Dorp) in the totally mundane way I catch wasps up in the attic that is MPorcius HQ--by putting a glass jar over it--the new info doesn't really do anything for the plot.  Similarly, it seems like Dorp figures out that the liquid in the vat is the monster, but instead of immediately telling everybody so they all can work together to destroy the menace, he takes his time, attending a meeting with government officials, before acting on his theory, even though the monster has already killed two upstanding productive citizens.  Dorp doesn't even put a cover on the vat to confine the suspected killer while he hobnobs with the authorities!

I'm also a little curious why the blob monster, which we are told can only feed on living creatures, consumes the fur of animals and hair of humans but not the bones of man or beast or the clothes of people--aren't your bones alive, your hair dead, and people's clothes in 1924 made of organic materials?  Another thing--the shock ending of the story is that the blob monster, as it dies while being heated in a furnace, takes the shape of the head of the scientist who created it, but while our heroes are chasing it around the house it never demonstrates any shape-shifting ability, never takes the form of a mouse or cat or dog or any of the other creatures the scientist fed it.  Obviously Kline does what he does to create dramatic images, but all the science talk makes you expect the science to add up, and it is disappointing when it doesn't.

We're judging "The Malignant Entity" barely acceptable; I like blob monsters and the hunt for the creature is fun, so I'm not consigning this one to "bad" status.  This second Dorp adventure was reprinted three times in Amazing Stories, first in June 1926, then in the 1934 Fall Quarterly, and finally in the February 1966 issue.  It is interesting that it was Amazing and not Weird Tales that reprinted the story, and that Amazing's staff or owners kept going back to it--is this evidence of Kline's business acumen?  Or just a testament to how much people love blob monsters? 


"The Radio Ghost" (1927)

The third Dr. Dorp story, "The Radio Ghost," debuted in Amazing but has never been reprinted anywhere.  We will soon join the ranks of the few people alive today in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Twenty-Six who have read this thing!

Our story begins as the narrator, Evans, and the good doctor are talking about ectoplasm (ectoplasm was a major element of the first Dr. Dorp story, "The Phantom Wolfhound," I'm sure you remember.)  A pretty blonde calls on Dr. Dorp, interrupting the discussion, for which we have reason to thank her, as ectoplasm has nothing to do with this hard-science-based story.  This young woman is the niece of yet another student of the occult with whom Dorp was on familiar terms, a man recently deceased, and she has come for advice in dealing with some bizarre and disturbing phenomena that have occurred to her as she has been fulfilling the obligations placed upon her by unc's will.  You see, to keep her uncle's estate worth $600,000, she has to live for a year in his old house (this kind of thing happens all the time in fiction) because he plans on contacting her there from the other side!  And, sure enough, since she moved in she has been hearing footsteps, smelling ugly odors, seeing doors opening and closing on their own, etc.  Are these legitimate supernatural phenomena?  Or are uncle's servants and/or the woman's cousin, who was estranged from the uncle because of their disagreement as to who deserved to prevail in the Great War, trying to drive away the blonde in hopes of getting their own mitts on the inheritance?  Keep in mind this is Amazing, the pro-science magazine, and not Weird Tales, we are reading.

Evans and Dorp drive from downtown Chicago ("the loop") up to Highland Park where sits the haunted house.  There they meet the creepy servants and witness a multitude of poltergeist-type phenomena-- flickering lights, inexplicably cold breezes, a luminous image of a man, etc.  The blonde faints during one such incident, and Evans carries her outside so she can get some fresh air.  Dr. Dorp remains inside the house still and ends up trapped in a closet that is so cold it threatens his life and Evans has to rush in and rescue the old geezer.  Then the blonde's dog goes berserk and tries to kill Evans, and the blonde has to gun down her own pet.

By the next day Dr. Dorp has it all figured out, and enlists some technician/engineer types and police detectives to catch the overweight bespectacled German-sympathizer cousin, who has been using radio, television, remote-controlled electro magnets and refrigerators, etc., to cause all the strange events in the house from his lair eight miles away.  As for the dog, the cousin simply injected it with rabies.

The "using technology to try to scare a woman out of money" theme is bland next to perennial fan favorite "a blob monster attacks!", but "The Radio Ghost" is better written and better structured than "The Malignant Entity."  The characters' motivations all make sense, the science and technology makes sense and is fully integrated into the plot, the action scenes are good (and make sense--compare to the action scenes I'll be talking about below), and lectures on the paranormal virtually absent, while the narrative moves smoothly and logically from scene to scene.  I can mildly recommend this one, even if it has been forgotten by history in favor of its inferior predecessor.  The world is unjust!       

"The Demon of Tlaxpam" (1929)

Here we have the first Bart Leslie story, which debuted in an issue of Weird Tales alongside fiction by the aforementioned messrs. Lovecraft, Howard and Derleth.  As far as I can tell, "The Demon of Tlaxpam," like "The Radio Ghost," hasn't been reprinted.

Two-Gun Bart is a US Secret Service agent working near the border with Mexico; recently, he dismantled a group of murderous Mexican bandits known as the Gila Men.  Today he is invited to dinner at a "notorious cafe" with one of the former Gilas, now working for the Mexican government.  (Sounds about right.)  Having already gotten permission from Washington, the government of Mexico is asking Two-Gun Bart for aid in solving a problem they are having near the town of Tlaxpam.  People riding along a trail are being mysteriously decapitated, and the local police have had no luck figuring out what is up or finding the lost heads.  Some of the locals think the devil is to blame.  If Bart can solve the problem, the Mexican authorities will reward him 20,000 pesos.

The former Gila Man accompanies Bart by train to Tlaxpam, where Bart outwits an assassin armed with a machete and then sets out on his mission, guided by a man who is three-quarter Aztec and backed up by a dozen brave Mexican fighting men.  Why does the Mexican government need Bart when they have all these brave and apparently competent personnel who are already familiar with the area of operations?  Anyway, this international task force gets to the narrow stretch of trail between a body of water and a towering cliff where these murders keep happening and spends some days investigating.  They stay at the little home of a holy hermit who looks after a shrine to Saint Anthony and a pool said to have medicinal properties.  Those dozen fighting men start getting killed one by one whenever one of them is dim enough to go some place alone, decapitated in an instant, their heads no where to be found.  Leslie tries to lay a trap and catch the decapitator, but makes limited progress.

Finally, Leslie spots something odd about the hermit's domicile and discovers a secret door that leads underground to a room full of skulls--and the heads of his Mexican colleagues, cooking in a cauldron!  He captures a man wearing a devil mask--of course behind the mask is the hermit.  The hermit explains that he is a Yaqui, one of a tribe of Indians oppressed by the white man for centuries.  The serial decapitator describes how all the members of his immediate family were abused by and died at the hands of the Mexican government and its supporters--raped, enslaved, killed for insubordination, etc.  His family's sole survivor, he escaped slavery to embark on a campaign to collect 1000 Mexican heads--he chose decapitation as his method because his brother's head was cut off with a machete by a slave overseer.

Having some Spanish blood, and knowledgeable of priestly ways, he was able to pass as a devout Catholic Mexican and develop a good reputation as the keeper of the shrine.  He invented a special device, a metal box with one open face and an internal spring-loaded blade.  From the cliff above the trail to Tlaxpam, he can throw the box down over a man's shoulders, then pull the box back up with the severed head inside.

Just like you and me, Leslie is amazed that a dude can reliably throw a metal box with pinpoint accuracy, even able to make sure which of its six sides strikes the target.  The Yaqui offers to demonstrate to Leslie his ability, and Leslie puts his revolvers back in their holsters so he can roll a target along the floor that the murderer can throw his box at.  What?  Of course, the killer throws the box over Leslie's cabeza, but Leslie is somehow able to interpose his hand between his shoulder and the trigger that activates the spring, so the blade does not sever his head.  Then he outfights the Yaqui hand to hand.

The decapitating box is kind of silly, and Leslie letting the killer throw it at him is sillier still, and the fight between Bart and the killer, one trying to keep the spring from being tripped and the other trying to activate the spring, is hard to credit.  The denouement is also silly.  The Gila Man shows up minutes after Leslie has tied up the Yaqui and this former bandit, current government official, explains that he has also solved the mystery and is fully aware the holy hermit is the killer--he got impatient and tortured the assassin who tried to kill Leslie back in Tlaxpam to solve the mystery the easy way.

I think we are giving this one a grade of "barely acceptable."  The action scenes are silly and hard to follow, and Leslie's detective work isn't satisfying because he discovers who the culprit is by luck and some other guy solves the mystery at the same time using (admittedly monstrous) logical methods.  But Kline writes with enthusiasm and I was curious as to what the hell was going on, actually did care about how some bastard was decapitating all these people without leaving a trail or trace of himself, so I can't say reading "The Demon of Tlaxpam" was a bad experience.  The noteworthy thing about "The Demon of Tlaxpam" is the story's portrayal of the government of Mexico as tyrannical and corrupt; maybe "The Demon of Tlaxpam" will be a useful text for those studying the depiction of Latinos and/or Native Americans in American genre fiction of the interwar period.

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Not a stellar performance, but no "F"s, either.  "Crap" is, in my opinion, a little harsh.  I'm not sure when we will read Kline again, but we may very well do so--if and when Kline come sup again here at MPorcius Fiction Log, I will likely focus on stories he had in Thrilling Wonder instead of his weird work.

Friday, August 14, 2026

Weird Tales, Nov '24: F B Long, O A Kline and H S Whitehead

Years ago, I pledged to read at least one story from each issue of the seminal speculative fiction magazine Weird Tales bearing a 1930s cover date.  That quest accomplished, I expanded the scope of my eldritch ambitions to encompass the entire century-long history of the unique magazine of the bizarre and unusual and began chipping away at the 1940s and 1920s.  Some progress has been made, but more lies ahead.  (Click the links below to see the evidence that backs up my boasting.)

1930    1931   1932   1933    1934    1935    1936    1937    1938    1939
1940    1941   1942   1943

Today's stride in this long journey will see us read three stories from the November 1924 issue of the magazine, the first issue edited by Farnsworth Wright.  We've got a story by Frank Belknap Long, one of H. P. Lovecraft's closest associates and author of such dud post-war novels as Monster from Out of Time,Woman from Another Planet and Journey Into Darkness (good titles, though) and good pre-war stories as "The Ocean Leech," "The Red Fetish," and "Dark Vision."  We've got a piece by Otis Adelbert Kline, three of whose underwhelming stories we recently read. And a story by Henry S. Whitehead, known for his ghost and voodoo stories, three of which we read in the fall of 2024.  I'll be reading "The Desert Lich," "The Phantom Rider," and "The Door" in a scan of the magazine that you too can explore at this link.

"The Desert Lich" by Frank Belknap Long

The narrator of "The Desert Lich" was an adherent to the religion of peace we have all been learning about, whether we wanted to or not, since September 11, 2001.  But a faithless one!  "The Desert Lich" is the tale of how he for the first time called upon Allah for help and finally realized one must "never violate the Qoran."

Our narrator is a slave merchant who sells wives to lonely men who live out in the desert, far from the walled city in which he does business.  He sold a customer some shoddy merchandise--a woman who cheated on her husband!  Our guy tries to rationalize that he himself did nothing wrong, but of course it is a crime to sell defective goods!  The customer has killed his faithless wife, and come to town to wreak a revenge on our narrator.  Too cowardly to fight, the merchant allows himself to be led out into the cold desert night and dropped down a hole into the sepulcher where lies the dead wife--and other disgusting things!

Long puts on a bravura performance describing the evolving mental state of the merchant--his horror at what he finds in the sepulcher, his regret, his maddening, obsessive, desire for food--at describing the shocking and sickening contents of the tomb--mildew, rats, snakes, the corpse!--and at describing the physical pain suffered by the slave merchant due to his fall and the frostbite that threatens to relieve him of possession of his ears and the rat bite that draws his blood.  There is even effective black humor:
During the day I devoured my headdress. It was not pleasant, of course, but I got it down somehow. It had a sweet starchy taste.
Very good.  For years I wondered why Long had such a good reputation when his later work was so shoddy as to defy belief.  But early pieces like this that are so truly disturbing and disgusting, that convey so ably the psychology of a horrible person in a horrible circumstance, that describe so memorably images and events so monstrous, justify the fund of good will Long has enjoyed.  Thumbs up for "The Desert Lich."

"The Desert Lich" was reprinted in a 1986 special Long-centric issue of The Crypt of Cthulhu and in the 1996 Barnes & Noble anthology of short-shorts 100 Tiny Tales of Terror.  You can also find it in the colossal 1100-page Long collection put out by Centipede Press in 2010. 

Some websites show this red image (right) as the cover of Centipede Press'
Masters of the Weird Tale: Frank Belknap Long, while others show a 
blue-green cover.  This thing is a mystery, and I don't have $1500
to fund an investigation.  [UPDATE 8/18/2026: One of our
valued commenters below solves the mystery!]

"The Phantom Rider" by Otis Adelbert Kline

Advertised on the contents page as a "Western Ghost Story," "The Phantom Rider" is a competent filler piece.  A guy who has spent many years prospecting for gold ran out of cash and had to take on a young inexperienced partner who could finance his next operation.  They find a fortune in gold, and the older guy resents having to share with the younger.  So, he pushes the "greenhorn" and his horse off a ledge into quicksand, the subject of many jokes by lame comedians and tiresome hipsters.  As the young man sinks to his death, he curses his murderer, saying he will climb out of hell to get his revenge.  Sure enough, later in the story, after the killer has gotten drunk with his newfound wealth and fled a saloon because he got a little rowdy and drew the attention of the sheriff, the ghost or revenant or whatever of the murder victim--and his horse--chase down the killer, lassoing him--the next day he is found dead, rope marks on his neck.  

A professional job with foreshadowing and a character who acts in accordance with his personality and all that, just not a big deal.  "The Phantom Rider" has not been reprinted--maybe it is true that the internet is convincing kids to eat detergent and chop off their body parts, but without it we'd have a hell of a time reading this story.

"The Door" by Henry S. Whitehead

Here's another story that was immortalized in one of those "instant remainder" B&N anthologies, this one 100 Ghastly Little Ghost Stories.  "The Door" was also reprinted in a 1933 ish of WT under the "Weird Story Reprint" heading, and in various Whitehead collections.

Little more than three pages of text in the November 1924 issue of Weird Tales, "The Door" is a better than average filler piece, a sort of twist ending story the twist of which you know from the first column.  I can marginally recommend it.  

A guy hits something as he is driving down the street, goes back to see what it was--Whitehead doesn't say it is a person, but we readers are led to assume it is.

We are then introduced to young Phillips, apparently some kind of troublemaker.  Recently he was thrown out of the house of his socially prominent parents for committing some crime.  Tonight he feels a shudder as he crosses the street to sneak into his parents' apartment while they are at the symphony and the "colored maid" is on a train for Boston.  Whitehead doesn't tell us quite what, but he is on a mission to do something to try to make up in some small way for his misdeeds, return stolen money or something like that.  But when he gets to the apartment door he can't open it.  He hears a commotion down on the street.  Then a bunch of men come up the stairs, carrying an awkward bundle.  The makeshift shroud flaps open and Phillips sees his own dead face!  He couldn't open the door because he is a ghost!  

We know the whole time that Phillips is dead, but still the story is sort of engaging. 


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It feels good to award three passing grades, and a high mark for Frank Belknap Long, whom I have had to upbraid so many times in the past.  This stretch of our weird journey has been pretty smooth.  We'll be seeing more of Long, Kline and Whitehead in the days ahead.

Thursday, August 13, 2026

H. P. Lovecraft Collabs: "The Horror at Martin's Beach" (w/ S Greene), "Two Black Bottles" (w/ W B Talman) & "The Trap" (w/ H S Whitehead)

Remember how awesome some of those Lovecraft collabs with Hazel Heald and Zealia Bishop were?  Let's try to recapture that magic with three more H. P. Lovecraft collaborations read from the pages of my Corrected Fifth Printing of The Horror in the Museum and Other Revisions.  Today's stories appear in the "Secondary Revisions" section of The Horror in the Museum; editor S. T. Joshi describes secondary revisions as stories "which Lovecraft merely touched up--albeit sometimes extensively."  All three were published in magazines under the names of Lovecraft's collaborator, and you can read those versions by clicking the following links:

"The Horror at Martin's Beach" (w/ Sonia Greene) (1923)

It appears Greene sent Lovecraft a draft of this story and the man from Providence "edited and revised" the tale, which appeared across two pages of Weird Tales under the title "The Invisible Monster."  The story has since been seen in a billion Lovecraft collections, and, in our own bizarre and unusual 21st century, editors seem to be looking kindly upon it, Gregory Luce reprinting it as one of the best weird stories of 1923 and Stephen Jones including it in his 2026 volume Weird Tales, Volume One: The Early Years.

"The Horror at Martin's Beach"/"The Invisible Monster" is a pretty good story, thumbs up!  The crew of a ship catch a monstrously large fish, like 50 feet long, a bizarre specimen never before seen, presumably from the black depths, with a single eye and what look like legs where it ought to have fins.  A sensation among scientists and the public, it is put on display on an anchored ship by a public beach near a fancy resort.  Biologists point out that the colossal corpse has a preternaturally complex and large brain, and indications that suggest this fish is not fully grown, but newly hatched!  

A few days later the ship upon which the dead monster is displayed is lost at sea during a terrific storm and never seen again.  A few days later that very beach is the scene of an uncanny horror that makes the thoughtful wonder if perhaps highly advanced animals might have hypnotic powers.

A scream is heard from the sea and the lifeguards, even though the scream seems not quite human, rush to the water and throw in the life preserver on a long rope.  The floatation device is pulled beneath the surface and the lifeguards grasp the rope from shore.  The pull on the rope is so strong that the lifeguards enlist help from male beachgoers.  No matter how many men pull at the rope, they cannot seem to bring the submerged life saver one foot closer to land.  Then, the men realize they cannot let go of the rope.  At the same time, onlookers are somehow psychologically unable to come to the stuck men's aid.  A storm hits, the tide comes in, and all the men gripping the rope drown and their bodies are never found.

Pretty cool, a story that feels fresh, that has some new or rarely seen gimmicks and no fat.

Greene, as you probably already know, met Lovecraft at an amateur press convention before this story was written and after it was published in 1923 the two married, a collaboration not nearly as successful as "The Horror at Martin's Beach."


"Two Black Bottles" (w/ Wilfred Blanch Talman) (1927)

This one debuted in an issue of Weird Tales that printed a story by Frank Belknap Long we read a few years ago, "The Man with a Thousand Legs."  Joshi can't be sure how much of the text of "Two Black Bottles" is Lovecraft's, as apparently HPL made many additions and changes and Talman got angry and may have ignored them.  I guess we've all had the experience of somebody asking for an honest opinion or advice and them reacting negatively when you actually follow through instead of just validating everything he or she has already done--your friend or colleague didn't really want help, but for you to say "You are awesome, rock star."

Well, I don't know how much to credit Lovecraft and how much to credit Talman, but "Two Black Bottles" is a good story, pretty well-written and with a good plot, so thumbs up!

Our narrator has travelled to a remote and impoverished village in the mountains, having heard that a uncle he never met, a clergyman reputed to be large and strong physically but weak-willed, has died, and any inheritance is due to the narrator.  The church is on the edge of the village, on the other side of a swamp, and is shunned by all the villagers, our guy learns upon arrival.  From a villager he hears a wild story about how the creepy old sexton, the guy who maintains the church grounds and graveyard and gets the supplies at the store every week or so, dominated the narrator's uncle, got him to begin preaching in a way that upset the parishioners so fewer and fewer attended services and eventually on Sunday not a soul was in the the church besides the clergyman and the old sexton.  The villagers believe that the sexton worships the devil and they are all scared of him.  

Thinking this a load of nonsense, the narrator heads to the church even though it is getting dark, to meet the sexton, who lives in the church basement, and get the business of his inheritance sorted out ASAP.  The swamp and the church are pretty creepy at dusk and after sundown and the narrator almost loses his nerve, but eventually finds the sexton up in the belfry of the church with a bunch of ancient books and manuscripts.  The sexton, spine crooked and body skinny, is drunk and scared, and tells the narrator that he has learned black magic and demonology from the books, that he used sorcery to steal the narrator's uncle's soul and put it in a bottle.  The preacher is buried in a grave, unable to rest because his soul is trapped in the bottle, and the sexton is afraid the man is strong enough to bust out of his grave and come get his revenge!  When the narrator comes to believe this, being able through the belfry window to see the makeshift cross on his uncle's grave shifting as unc's soulless body struggles to escape, he desperately resolves to take the bottle to his undead uncle, thinking to appease his wrath in this manner.  But there are two such bottles--the sexton himself is like 250 years old because in the 18th century another wizard put his soul in a bottle--he has "lived" as a soulless man since colonial times!  Which bottle is which?  What will happen if in the confusion either of these bottles shatters and a trapped soul is released?

I like the plot, and I like all the descriptions of physical things and of people's fear--either Talman or Lovecraft did a good job putting them together.  "Two Black Bottles" is a creditable piece of work.  August Derleth included "Two Black Bottles" in his anthology Sleep No More, as did Stephen Jones in his aforementioned 2026 anthology of stories from Weird Tales.  And of course it is in countless Lovecraft collections. 


"The Trap" (w /Henry S. Whitehead) (1931)

Almost two years ago I read three stories by Henry S. Whitehead and enjoyed them, so let's see if Whitehead can maintain his streak of good grades here at MPorcius Fiction Log--he'll have to produce, because this institution has yet to fall to the spreading plague of grade inflation.

The tone of "The Trap" is very different than that of the other Lovecraftian stuff we've been reading--instead of being scared and/or on the brink of insanity, the protagonist is confident, competent, and calm.  When somebody gets stuck in a parallel dimension, instead of finding everything crazy and inexplicable, the protagonist in "The Trap" calmly figures out the "rules" of this alien universe.  And instead of dreams being horrifying, the hero welcomes dreams as a means of communication, as a solution to the plot's obstacles.  

I like the basic plot and the ideas of "The Trap," but the story feels long and the pace is slow, like there are too many sentences and they are too deliberate.  The style of the story does not communicate any urgency to the reader, and much of the text is not concerned with describing the behavior of the characters (who actually do but little) but with describing the setting, and those descriptions are not exciting or disturbing, but merely curious.  There is also the fact that the narrator is not at risk, but a sort of spectator.

That narrator is a Gerald Canevin, a recurring character in Whitehead's body of work, a man who has travelled all over the world and is knowledgeable in the occult.  In this story he is living at a boarding school in New England, working as a tutor.  It is winter and when the heating system in the classrooms breaks down he has his students attend class in his rooms, where he has a fire in the fireplace.

In his rooms Canevin has an elaborate 17th-century Danish mirror he found in an abandoned building in the West Indies.  A favorite student, Robert, notices a weird pattern in the glass of the mirror, visible only from certain angles, and becomes fascinated by it.  Touching a particular spot on the mirror where Robert sees dimly noticeable lines converging, he tells Canevin that it feels like the mirror is trying to suck him in.

Not long after, Robert disappears and all efforts to find him bring up zilch.  At night while asleep, Canevin gets telepathic messages from Robert.  In these visions, Robert's blue coat is yellow, his skin is a queer color, and Robert seems to have trouble talking.  Over a series of nights, Robert explains what happened to him via these psychic conversations.  So interested in the mirror was the teenaged boy that he came to Canevin's rooms when the tutor was absent and got sucked into the mirror when he touched it at that particular point.  This mirror is the work of a 17th-century Danish glazier, Europe's finest maker of mirrors, a guy named Holm.  Holm was also a student of the occult, like half the people in the fiction we read here at MPorcius Fiction Log.  Holm feared death, and sought immortality in the fourth dimension.  He acquired a little mirror known as "Loki's glass" and integrated it into a larger mirror of his own fabrication.  By entering this mirror, you enter the fourth dimension, a place where you don't have to eat, use the toilet, or sleep, where you will not grow old or die or get sick, where there are no insects or vermin.  Holm sent two black slaves into the mirror with lots of books and then joined them.

Much of the text of "The Trap" describes in detail bordering on tedium the "rules" of life in the mirror.  Everything in the mirror is reversed or opposite.  The "Negro" slaves have white skin, for example, the midday sky is yellow instead of blue and so forth.  New arrivals to the fourth dimension take a few minutes to learn how to walk and a few days to learn how to talk because nerves and muscles are wired in reverse or something like that.  Most unbelievably, when you walk closer to something it takes up less of your field of view, and if you retreat from something it appears to grow larger.

The environment inside the mirror takes on the appearance of those places which have been reflected in its surface for a sufficient period of time, so, places like Canevin's rooms and some Caribbean locales; for many decades the mirror was leaning with its glass towards a wall so there is a limited number of "scenes."  Transient movable objects like furniture are not in the world of the mirror, and you can't really interact with the "scenes" that are there--they are just like a painted background.  

Over the years, Holm used telepathy to hypnotize people, Robert being the latest, into joining him in the mirror.  There being nothing to do, the inhabitants of the mirror spend a lot of time chatting, talking about differences in life between the 17th, 18th, and now 20th centuries.  There is a long list of such people, but Whitehead doesn't give them personalities or relationships or describe any of these conversations.  We can only hope that Robert had his wits about him and became the world's expert on 17th-century European table manners or the practical aspects of cultivating, storing and selling sugar in the 18th century or something like that.

Eventually, Canevin gets a glass cutting tool and carefully removes "Loki's glass" from the rest of the mirror.  Robert comes through to our world more or less intact, but all the other people, who should have died over 100 years ago, instantly degrade into dust.  Robert finds that he is now left-handed and his heart is now in the right side of his chest instead of the left, you know, like Dr. No.  We also get an overly long denouement in which Canevin comes up with an elaborate story to explain to people where Robert was these two weeks.

I'm grading this one acceptable.  "The Trap" lacks human drama; it is more of an idea story than a horror story or adventure story, lacking thrills or chills, sex and violence.  Other writers might have used the mirror-world as a setting for a battle of wills, a love triangle, a tragically doomed romance, a debate on the social order or religion or political systems, but that is not Whitehead's project.  Whitehead does what he set out to do just fine, but it is not really my cup of meat.

Joshi tells us that there is reason to believe that Lovecraft wrote "the entire central section of the story."  Maybe I have to blame HPL for some of "The Trap"'s long-windedness.    

"The Trap" debuted in Strange Tales and editors have favored it since then; you can find it in a multitude of Whitehead collections, Lovecraft collections, reprint magazines and anthologies. 

We've read several stories from Donald Wollheim's Avon Fantasy Reader No. 6:
Thorp McClusky's "The Crawling Horror,"
David H. Keller's "The Thing in the Cellar,"
and Edmond Hamilton's "The Star Stealers" 

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All of these stories are worth reading for the student of the weird, and the Greene and Talman stories are good economical tales deserving of a wide audience.  Let's hope our next foray into interwar genre magazines meets the standard today's stories met.