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John Linwood Grant writes occult detective and dark fantasy stories, in between running his beloved lurchers and baking far too many kinds of bread. Apart from that, he enjoys growing unusual fruit and reading rejection slips. He is six foot tall, ageing at an alarming rate, and has his own beard.

Three Wyrd Hounds

Still playing around with hounds, horror and art. Further to last week’s post, the greatest horror at the moment is looking at the back garden and seeing what a combination of three dogs and four days of rain have produced.

A waterlogged medieval cart-track wanders down the centre of the ex-lawn, leading to a wet pit which was the pond. Despite having tied the pond marginals in with stakes and wire, Django has managed to drown most of them. After that, the autumn fall of sweet chestnuts still too small to eat has produced the effect of hundreds of little mines floating on top of the drowned plants. I keep expecting to see tiny submarine periscopes popping up.

And Django’s mound, the earth he dug up to sleep on in the summer, is a mudslide waiting to happen. Soon a TV network reporter will be found strolling through the garden, camera crew behind her. “This once proud land, now reduced to…”

Now, proper stuff. In Carnacki news today, greydogtales celebrated William Hope Hodgson for a month and forgot to mention Carnacki’s appearance in Alan Moore‘s League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. So we rectify that with an illo from the graphic novel Century: 1910.

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Another snippet: we hear that Big Finish productions are adding Carnacki to their large audio range, with anticipated release of six of the original stories in one bumper audiobook, early next year. With a little luck, we hope to have a full feature on greydogtales before release date.

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Our theme picture for today comes courtesy of Andy Paciorek, a graphic artist who draws much of his inspiration from folklore and myths. Andy is a major source of folklore and folk-horror information and is a leading light in the Folk Horror Revival group on facebook, a lively group well worth a visit. He’s illustrated many books as well as his own, and does some terrific artwork. Here’s a sample:

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Andy also did the interior art for Cumbrian Cthulhu:

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You can find out more about Andy Paciorek’s latest book, Strange Lands, through the link below the cover.

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Because we like to be inspirational grasshoppers when we’re not being longdogs, we’ve picked three examples of hounds from weird/fantasy fiction to have a brief play in the wasteland.

The most weird and horrific are, of course, not dogs at all – they’re the Hounds of Tindalos. See, we cheated. They first appeared in 1929 in Frank Belknap Long‘s story (guess), The Hounds of Tindalos.

“They are lean and athirst!” he shrieked… “All the evil in the universe was concentrated in their lean, hungry bodies. Or had they bodies? I saw them only for a moment, I cannot be certain.”

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To some extent these beasts are an artist’s dream, because no-one has really worked out what they look like. As extra-dimensional creatures of Lovecraftian nature, they inhabit different geometries, and no humans who meet them survive long enough to give a proper description. Some suggest that they are more insectoid, but to be honest if you drew a flower-pot with a long tongue, you couldn’t be told that you were wrong. Still, the general impression is of something thin and twisting and very hungry.

August Derleth, a great chap for trying to take anything vaguely Cthulhoid and nail it to a single plank, incorporated the Hounds of Tindalos into his Cthulhu Mythos. Though, if you want to be fair to Derleth, H P Lovecraft himself did mention them in his The Whisperer in Darkness two years later:

“…and I was told the essence (though not the source) of the Hounds of Tindalos.”

They were also resurrected by Brian Lumley in order they could hunt down Titus Crow and Henri-Laurent de Marigny. The first hunt is in his book The Transition of Titus Crow, the second in Elysia. We have to admit that we can’t get over-excited about Elysia, because it drags our occult detective into HPL’s Dreamscape (or Dream Cycle), which is less involving than Crow solving earth-based occult mysteries. Neither books are frankly as much fun as The Burrowers Beneath, which we read whenever we hear of an earthquake somewhere…

(The Hounds of Tindalos is also the title of Long’s 1946 collection of weird stories, originally published by Arkham House.)

Stephen Erikson deserves a mention because of his Hounds of Shadow, from the Malazan Book of the Fallen series. Despite being an increasingly complicated set of door-stops, this massive series does have some wonderful elements. We actually like Erikson’s work a lot, but haven’t the energy to keep up with it, so it’s our fault really.

The Hounds of Shadow are actual hounds this time, the servants of High House Shadow. They are large, more the size of a small horse than a dog, with mottled grey/black fur and gleaming eyes. They are also better muscled than Charles Atlas (get grandma to explain that one).

“There was around each beast an aura of dreadful competence, wrought with vast antiquity like threads of iron.”

They sound much like many interpretations of our beloved Yorkshire black hound, the barghest – see earlier post  game of groans & clanking chains . This observation is only confused by Erikson’s use of the term barghast to describe a race of pre- or neanderthalian humans with rather sharp teeth themselves.

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And finally, very briefly, to our favourites, the Hounds of the Morrigan. Featuring in that wonderful 1985 novel of the same name by the late Pat O’Shea, they serve, unsurprisingly, the Morrigan. We love the simplicity of that. The hounds themselves are actually quite likeable, considering that they serve the Witch-Queen, and in the end we felt rather sorry for them. An infinitely re-readable book supposedly aimed at children or young adults, it takes fantasy further than many adult books in the genre. With likeable characters and a fabulous re-writing of Celtic legends, we give this five paws (sorry, stars).

Next time: Heaven knows. I’m busy collating art and interviews…

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Weird Art and More

As you know, dear listeners, greydogtales is all about the strange, from the mysterious world of longdogs and lurchers to the often less surprising world of weird art and fiction. In the run up to the Winter Solstice, we will have something for everyone (except extremely timid cat owners, perhaps).

Weird art will feature heavily in the next month or two, though fear not, lurchers and writers will not be forgotten. Descending to the “I” that is J Linseed Grant for a moment, I am delighted to open today with this highly appropriate illustration by Robyn Molyneaux. Robyn is a talented young Australian artist, and I hope to have more of her work to display in due course:

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Having a planned programme is always a disastrous move, but over the next six or seven weeks we (that’s the entire greydogtales staff, including Django) hope to have illustrated main features on the following artists/creators, in a rather random order:

John Coulthart. John has been producing the most amazingly detailed illustrative work for some years, including Lovecraftian pieces such as those in his book, the redesigned The Haunter of the Dark. He tells us that he will soon be working on an illustrated edition of The House on the Borderland.

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Raphael Ordonez. Raphael is both a writer and an artist with whom we came into contact over his interest in William Hope Hodgson. He says that some of his fiction is influenced by Hodgson, and his artistic work includes both unsettling paintings and naturalistic images.

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raphael ordonez

M Wayne Miller. Wayne is well known in weird fiction circles for the striking illustrations which adorn many novels and collections, including his cover art for Willie Meikle, interviewed by greydogtales a couple of weeks ago.

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m wayne miller

Mansfield Dark, also known as Richard and Daniel Mansfield, is a UK team which produces disturbing short films and images, including some fascinating shadow puppetry and silhouette animation. Recent work includes a version of the M R James story Count Magnus.

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Sebastian Cabrol. This talented Argentinian artist and illustrator is already familiar to greydogtales followers for his work illustrating editions of The Night Land and The House on the Borderland. We also have a commentary from Diego Arandojo, comic writer, film-maker and editor, on working with Sebastian.

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sebastian cabrol

We will be keeping it varied with more longdog posts, such as a feature on Lurcher SOS Sighthound Rescue, a centre in the South (we can’t all be perfect) of England, to show the sort of work which is needed. If you didn’t know, every one of our own dogs has been a rescue dog since 1982. See, we were young once!

And amongst other goodies, we hope to have an interview with the author James Stoddard, mentioned in the Hodgson tribute month as the author of The Night Land: A Story Retold, but also the author of fantasy books such as The High House and The False House.

Finally, a snippet which is too good to miss, given its title. You might remember a post a month or so ago, Game of Groans and Clanking Chains, which introduced some ghostly Yorkshire dogs.

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This August Nick Stone, a photographer from Norfolk, started a Public Archaeology Project called Black Dog Tales: Mapping the Grim and Other Stories. His website includes a wealth of information about the various incarnations of demon and spirit dogs, and is highly recommended. Nick and others write about many aspects of the grim, and new material is still being added – and welcomed, we understand. His site can be found here:

Mapping the Grim

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Thank you, and stay tuned…

Ooh, and all art is copyright by the artist, do remember, chaps!

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Lurchers for Beginners 3: We Were Gardeners

or Right, I’m Concreting Over the Lot

 

As Jane Austen wrote in her early draft of Lurch and Lurchability, “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a gardener in possession of a good longdog, must be in want of his wits.”

Sadly, Ms Austen was later converted to spaniels by an over-amorous curate from Tiverton, and wrote no more on the subject of the lurcher or the longdog. She didn’t say much more about gardening either. So it falls to greydogtales to expose the sordid truth about trying have a lurcher and a garden at the same time. This third section of Lurchers for Beginners is drawn from painful experience, dear listeners, and therefore not a Laughing Matter.

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courtesy of Lord Graham

The typical lurcher is a long-legged, light-footed beast, able to dance nimbly between two of the feathers on an angel’s wings and turn on a pinhead. Clearly the ideal companion for the keen gardener. Oh dear. Only we will tell you the truth…

Some of you, no doubt, will have that gentle creature who trots straight down the garden path, has an inconspicuous pee and returns to sit quietly at your feet. We at greydogtales have not yet met this sub-species. Many lurchers consider the garden to be a place for army manoeuvres and major earth-moving projects. For those of you who are in doubt, let us examine some of the main components of a garden – and their fate…

THE LAWN

Also know as the Main Runway. It is used for take-off attempts, such as squirrel catching, fence jumping and flying after the neighbour’s cat. It also makes a nice arena for chasey-chasey and bitey-face, which are sadly not yet Olympic sports. Typically the suburban dog lawn consists of three parts:

  • A trodden wasteland of bare earth. This is a cracked, dry dust-bowl in Summer, and a lethal mud-slide in Winter.
  • A stretch of sad, desperate grass which has gone brown or yellow due to frequent use as a toilet, even though you spent all year watering it straight after the dogs, or trying tomato ketchup and so on in their diet.
  • A tiny bit of surviving green grass, slightly smaller than a garden chair, which will be noticed by your lurchers any day now.
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a typical lurcher owner’s lawn

There are solutions, of course:

  • Re-turf (and/or re-seed) the lawn twice a year until you get bored – or run out of money.
  • Cover everything with Astroturf. Don’t stop at the garden, put it all through the house as well. It may well last longer than your carpets.
  • Abandon all your lawn-related dreams and convert the mower into a lurcher-pulled sled for those trips to the local shops.

FLOWER BEDS

Surprisingly, you can have flower-beds. Sometimes. These should be placed after you find out where the main runways lie, and compensate for cat entry-points, where neighbours’ children poke grubby faces through the hedge etc. Plants that are particularly suitable for lurcher flowerbeds include:

  • Lichen and algae
  • That indestructible grass you find on dunes at the seaside
  • Mature holly bushes

A swathe of prairie-style planting may seem durable and appealing. Do note that any particularly expensive fancy grasses will be mysteriously chosen as prime fodder, despite there being common grass all around.

You can also plant pretty, delicate flowers, but don’t come crying to me.

Tubs and planters are an excellent alternative, unless you have a male dog like Django, who likes to wander round the patio peeing on everything in a pot to make sure it’s his. What remains is a display of patio plants which are all strangely brown down one side.

Raised beds make excellent sunbathing stations for the lurcher who likes a tan. They are also prone to being undermined by urgent digging activities. Always make your raised bed foundations from deep, industrial-strength concrete or pure granite bedrock to avoid this problem.

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escape from Stalag Longdog (courtesy of Django)

WATER FEATURES

Water-features are popular. They are useful for drinking from when they’ve knocked the bowl in the house over and soaked the carpet. The larger ones, such as ponds, are ideal for i) accidental baths (damn, missed that cat) and ii) standing in to cool down sore or over-heated paws. This usually involves destroying all your hard work arranging marginals, shallow-ledge plants and water-lilies in tasteful perfection. A passing hippopotamus would do less damage.

Both i) and ii) have an added attraction. They allow the lurcher to come back inside and adorn the entire house with wet and muddy footprints, duckweed, and that delicate pond-plant you paid too much for at the garden centre.

Note that ponds are a Questionable Thing. greydogtales is always on the alert for risks, as we have enough already. Some authorities (and some normal people) consider that pond water, especially if it is still and laden with muck/bacteria, is not a Good Idea. A clean, circulating-water pond is probably safer. Note also that certain lurchers will automatically head for the most disgusting, toxic water-source they can find anyway…

TREES

Trees are simply Satan’s Highway, used by the squirrel army to avoid direct combat, hide their ill-gotten supplies and generally taunt the innocent lurcher (see earlier post Lurcher v Squirrel: The Battle of Dork’s Drift). They are also an occasional transport route for cats, who are surprisingly close allies of the squirrels when it comes to lurcher abuse. Trees have only two other purposes:

  1. To be peed on
  2. To be run into

The latter may only apply to our longdog Django, who is skilled at looking over his shoulder whilst running and immediately crashing into various tree-shaped obstacles.

BOUNDARIES

High, thick conifer hedges re-inforced with heavy-grade green mesh work very well. As do eight foot high concrete walls. The lurcher is a peculiar animal. Some will leap six foot, others will show no interest whatsoever. They will not tell you which one they are, which is annoying.

If in doubt, put sturdy fencing panels everywhere. Everywhere. It’s even useful at the top and bottom of the stairs, around your bed and in front of the fridge.

If in further doubt, put smooth-topped trellis on top of everything. Note: Never put anything pointy on top of boundaries – this will produce either vet bills or a collapsed fence. Or both.

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a standard suburban dog-proof boundary

As lurchers may well come in from the garden hungry and investigate the kitchen, it might be wise to put more trellis around the stove top and the work surfaces, as well. After all, they didn’t pay for that steak.

It has occasionally been fashionable to create a stylish sunken garden. Frankly, this is what you usually get if you have too many lurchers. Why pay a landscape gardener?

IN CONCLUSION

There is no conclusion. The war between lurchers and gardeners is an endless struggle. The only victor is that nice, smiling woman who runs the nearest garden centre, and who always seems so very pleased to see you again…

Next time:  Probably something weird and horrible to balance the books…

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The Writer on the Borderland 12: All Hallows Exhaustion

It’s All Hallow’s Eve, and we’re down to the dying embers of our conflagration, our month-long tribute to William Hope Hodgson. Just as the daoine sídhe can enter this world more easily at Samhain, so can the longdogs begin to lurch back into the world of greydogtales. The last week has been mainly about critical views and oddities, so we leave you with a melange of memorials and myth-enforcing minutiae. That’s writer-talk for the bits that couldn’t be fitted in before.

But before we place a few trivia on the fire, we must thank our ancestors and point out that our blogfest has been made wondrous, and indeed possible, by the contributions of the following authors, artists and enthusiasts, to whom we are indebted:

Sam Gafford, Willie Meikle, Tim Prasil, James Bojaciuk, Julia Morgan, Chico Kidd, David Langford, Sebastián Cabrol, Kate Coady, Georges Dodds, J Patrick Allen, John C Wright, Wayne June and Django the longdog (Chilli and Twiglet were asleep for most of it).

Of course, if you enjoyed the month, then I’ll take as much credit as I can get as well. I’m not proud.

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In this last Hodgson entry, I’ve picked a few unconnected critical quotes quite deliberately, to illustrate the way in which his reputation lived on (and I’ve thrown in a word or two of my own).

Our first quote comes from a friend of Hodgson’s, one who went to great lengths to continue publishing and promoting Hodgson after his death. Arthur St. John Adcock was a journalist, poet and later editor of The Bookman, a magazine of publication news and reviews. For those of a weird or ghostly bent, Gertrude Atherton, W B Yeats and M R James were among its contributors. In fact, James wrote his article ‘Some Remarks on Ghost Stories’ for the December 1929 edition of The Bookman.

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by Walter Benington, for Elliott & Fry, chlorobromide print, 1920s

Adcock was steadfast in his support for a number of years, support which might be summarised in this from The Bookman (1920):

“…In (his) three novels, in The Night Land, and in some of his short stories, he showed a mastery of the bizarre, the mysterious, the terrible that has not often been equalised outside the pages of Edgar Allan Poe.”

More on Adcock and Hodgson can be found in Sam Gafford‘s WHH site, through the link given yesterday.

For a more contemporary view, the author China Mieville, in his essay M R James and the Quantum Vampire (Collapse, 2008):

“A good case can be made, for example, that William Hope Hodgson, though considerably less influential than Lovecraft, is as, or even more, remarkable a Weird visionary; and that 1928 can be considered the Weird tentacle’s coming of age, Cthulhu (‘monster […] with an octopus-like head’) a twenty-first birthday iteration of the giant ‘devil-fish’ – octopus – first born to our sight squatting malevolently on a wreck in Hodgson’s The Boats of the ‘Glen Carrig’, in 1907.”

I was interested, re-reading Mieville’s essay, to be reminded of his take on M R James’s ghosts. I recently mentioned elsewhere that the Hodgson collection Carnacki the Ghostfinder has virtually no ghosts in it, and that the title is therefore somewhat misleading. Mieville points out that M R James’s own ‘ghosts’ are for the most part actually unnatural creatures, be they demons, poisonous spider-things, slinking remnants or whatever.

Ab-natural, as Hodgson might say, but not ghosts. It seems to me that although the writing is so temperamentally and stylistically different, many of the antiquary’s terrors and the psychic detective’s monsters have aspects in common.  And, of course, they are of a time. Hodgson’s The Whistling Room was published in 1910, James’s More Ghost Stories in 1911. Sadly, I fear that given James’s views on the “overtly occult” in ghost stories, M R would not greatly have appreciated Carnacki.

And for my third record, Sue, I wanted to include a comment by T E Grau, author of weird fiction and the recent collection The Nameless Dark. In his enjoyable Cosmicomicon blog essay on Hodgson (2011), Grau posed a question:

“Lovecraft is always cited as the Father of Cosmic Horror. So, would that make William Hope Hodgson the Grandfather of the same?”

His final answer is:

“Perhaps the weighty title “Grandfather of Cosmic Horror” is too generous, but certainly Grand Uncle isn’t too far off the mark. This inspired and talented innovator deserves a prominent spot, and his share of the cake, at the grown ups’ table.”

I’ll buy that. Grau’s piece can be found here:

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We’re about done. There is so much that we haven’t covered, but it’s time to wrap it up. I did consider quoting some of Hodgson’s poetry, but much of it is long and frankly rather depressing. It dwells overly on death and insignificance. Had I known the old chap, I would have probably told him to get a dog, take long country walks and drink more pale ale with a few mates. So I’ll leave the poetry for the die-hards and the curious to explore.

Instead, another audio link, to three audiobooks published by Blackstone Audio. David Ian Davies narrates The Whistling Room, The Thing Invisible and The Haunted Jarvee, all jolly good Carnacki stories.

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And so I leave you, brave souls that you have been, with a thought from my notorious work, now banned on three continents, Sandra’s First Pony. In the words of Mr Bubbles, not long after the appalling and bloody events at the Knaresborough Gymkhana:

“You call that a Hog? I call it time to make sausages…”

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Oh, and my vignette Chicago was just picked as one of the top free horror stories this October by The Parlor of Horror blog. Which is nice.

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