E. Hoffmann PriceBesprekingen

This Carcosa doorstop really isn't that good. The stories are terribly dated with lots of racial and gender stereotypes. They are mainly what would be called Eastern adventure weird menace stories, some WWII exotic adventure stuff. More than a few have the earmarks of having been tossed off in a hurry with a kind of make it up as you go feel based on some formulaic outline. Price's opinion of himself is way overrated, although interestingly he did manage to make a pretty good living unlike other, better pulp writers. Presented roughly chronologically the stories do improve as you go. The George Evans illustrations didn't do it for me either and are often funnily inaccurate as though he didn't actually read the stories.

Strictly for pulp nostalgia. Easily the weakest of the four Carcosa Press offerings.

Great compilation of eulogies and biographies of pulp masters (HPL, REH, etc.) by an old pulpster himself. Great read for any fan of pulps, writers, etc.

I have read this book many times; it is excellent. However, I have not found another E. Hoffman Price that I would recommend.

Although the lurid cover and title suggest otherwise, this really is a very good piece of fantasy writing. I bought this book new in 1979 For $1.95 and have held onto it all these years...even after 3 moves and numerous weedings out of the bookshelf. An oldie but a goodie. Okay so the young apothecary accidentally married two spirit demons. But in China, spirit demons aren't necessarily a bad thing.

http://fireandsword.blogspot.com/2007/01/strange-gateways-by-e.html

Back in the 1930s and ‘40s, E. Hoffman Price was a regular contributor to Weird Tales as well as “Oriental Adventure” magazines. Though he retired from writing when the pulps were superceeded by paperbacks, in 1967 his old comrade August Derleth at Arkham House produced this collection of Price’s orietales.

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Edgar Hoffman Price started writing more or less on a whim in the 1920s. He built himself into a regular contributor to Weird Tales and eventually made the plunge into writing full time for a wide variety of pulps in 1932. In the process he came to know many of the pulp writers of his day and especially his fellow writers for Weird Tales. He was active as writer until the pulp markets crashed in the late ‘40s.

Randolph Carter disappears from the face of the earth, only to turn up at the reading of his will.