Short Stories Online, Day 21
Tuesday, March 13th, 2007 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranth... so we're halfway through Lent, eh? How's the giving-up going?
Today's story follows this week's As Yet Unguessed Theme:
'I, Cthulhu', by Neil Gaiman (subtitled 'What’s A Tentacle-Faced Thing Like Me Doing In A Sunken City Like This (Latitude 47 ° 9’ S, Longitude 126 ° 43’ W)?')
Having just reread Zelazny's Lovecraftian A Night in the Lonesome October, I am more appreciative of Gaiman's referential (and reverential) style than I suspect I was when first I encountered this eldritch, miasmatic, tentacular, lipophagic delight.
Ichor and slime and ooze, oh my.
Today's story follows this week's As Yet Unguessed Theme:
'I, Cthulhu', by Neil Gaiman (subtitled 'What’s A Tentacle-Faced Thing Like Me Doing In A Sunken City Like This (Latitude 47 ° 9’ S, Longitude 126 ° 43’ W)?')
Having just reread Zelazny's Lovecraftian A Night in the Lonesome October, I am more appreciative of Gaiman's referential (and reverential) style than I suspect I was when first I encountered this eldritch, miasmatic, tentacular, lipophagic delight.
Ichor and slime and ooze, oh my.
