Over on the Cultural Gutter, I’m taking a look at Brian Lumley’s first three Titus Crow novels, in which he turns Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos on its ear. Now Cthulhu is Blofeld examines Lumley’s preference for men of action, eschewing Lovecraft’s terrified academics in favor of two-fisted psychics flying around in magic clocks, shooting lasers at Cthulhu and his minions, which have been reduced to a bunch of B-grade Ultraman monsters.
People who were offended by August Derleth must have gone stark raving insane once British author Brian Lumley got ahold of the Cthulhu mythos in the 1970s. Derleth infused these beings with a Christian concept of evil, but Lumley gave them the temperament and moral code of James Bond’s arch-nemesis SPECTRE, with Cthulhu practically sitting in an egg-shaped chair in his villain lair, R’lyeh, petting a cat while calling his henchman Ithaqua a fool. He still haunts the dreams of man, but mostly, it’s the equivalent of Cthulhu using his oval-shaped TV screen to dial up Miskatonic University and taunt its academic, threatening to blow up the world unless they give him a million dollars.