“The Shadow Over Innsmouth” is a novella by H. P. Lovecraft. Written November- December , the story was first published in April ;. The Shadow over Innsmouth is a horror novella by H. P. Lovecraft, written in November–December ]. It forms part of the Cthulhu Mythos, using its motif of a. H.P. Lovecraft Reread Today we’re looking at “The Shadow Over Innsmouth,” written in November-December and first published as a.

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Swimming races out to Devil Reef were very common, and everyone in sight seemed well able to share in this arduous sport. And the last element of the story felt like it came yp of nowhere view spoiler [,with the narrator veering from horror at his experiences and his personal revelations, to his eager acceptance of his legacy hide spoiler ].

Those churches were very odd—all violently disavowed by their lovecratf denominations elsewhere, and apparently using the queerest kind of ceremonials and clerical vestments. I heard this awful clatter followed by what sounded like terror induced moaning. In the position of the ears were two huge gill-covers, and out of these floated a branching tree of coralline filaments, almost like the tree-like gills that very young rays and sharks possess.

Piles of moss-covered stones near the water promised tolerable seats, and the scene was sheltered from all possible view by a ruined warehouse on lovecrafy north.

There were no voices, however, and it struck me that there was something subtly furtive about the creaking. It’s eerie and thought-provoking like many of his other stories, but has a tendency to drag from time to time.

The Shadow Over Innsmouth

The patterns all hinted of remote secrets and unimaginable abysses lovecrqft time and space, and the monotonously aquatic nature of the reliefs became almost sinister.

But even in this acute moment my chief horror was something apart from the immediate weakness of my defences. The Shadow over Innsmouth was republished in a anthology with stories by other authors based on Innsmouth and the Old Ones in Shadows over Innsmouth. Then I noticed a few inhabited houses with rags stuffed in the broken windows and shells and dead fish lying about the littered yards.

Although Lovecraft’s readership was limited during his life, his reputation has grown over the decades. Far gone, was Obed. It was foreign talk, he thought, but he said the bad thing about it was the kind of voice that sometimes spoke. In most cases Lovecraft focused on building his mythos, not bothering to construct any lovexraft plot; his characters would find themselves in a situation and elaborate on the horror of the Old Ones, the Shoggoths and the like.


It would be well not to make oneself too conspicuous in such neighbourhoods—especially north of the river—since the people were sullen and hostile.

A bowl of vegetable soup with crackers was enough for me, and I soon headed back for my cheerless room at the Gilman; getting an evening paper and a flyspecked magazine from the evil-visaged clerk at the rickety stand beside his desk. As I read the description of each street Robert walked along, the broken down musty churches and thick smell of fish became more and more real.

To this day I do not know whether they saw me or not. Ths ryt, yer hynezz, lb de bludi fiz ppl [all stare] Abdul: Complaints from many liberal organisations were met with long confidential discussions, and representatives were taken on trips to certain camps and prisons. The Shadow Over Innsmouth is a novella that sent me into the darkest recesses of my mind.

I had heard no speech so far in this quarter, and was unaccountably anxious not to do so. Lovecraft has developed a cult following for his Cthulhu Mythos, a series of loosely interconnected fictions featuring a pantheon of human-nullifying entities, as well as the Necronomicon, a fictional grimoire of magical rites and forbidden lore.

It’s a fair premise, but I felt that narrative development was too slow and sparse to my taste, especially taking in account that instead of a short story, it’s a novella, therefore, longer to read it. I ran down the road and out of town. The day was warm and sunny, but the landscape of sand, sedge-grass, and stunted shrubbery became more and more desolate as we proceeded.

He wakes up unharmed.

I wedged a rickety chair under the door knob. The government men never found poor Zadok, ninsmouth have no conjectures to make as to what became of him. Also, I must not dwell on what that factory inspector had told the Newburyport ticket-agent about the Gilman House and the voices of its nocturnal tenants—not on that, nor on the face beneath the tiara in the black church doorway; the face for whose lkvecraft my conscious mind could not account. It must have, I concluded, since I now began to hear shocking guttural murmurs from that hitherto silent direction.


Lovecraft himself disliked the story, thinking it poorly written and not suitable for publication.

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From this point the noise was quite deafening. Lovecraft’s major inspiration and invention was cosmic horror: It was foredoomed to failure—for who could crouch blindly while a legion of croaking, baying entities of unknown source flopped noisomely past, scarcely more than a hundred yards away?

There was nothing for it. About half way across there was a perilous gap in the ties which I feared for a moment lovecraf halt me; but in the end I risked a desperate jump innzmouth fortunately succeeded.

The mere telling helps me lovecratf restore confidence in my own faculties; to reassure myself that I was not the first to succumb to a contagious nightmare hallucination.

My hand had a pale luminescence as if I were reaching for a torch burning under water. And if such a column of them was scouring the Ipswich road, would the patrols on the other roads be likewise augmented?

“The Shadow over Innsmouth” by H. P. Lovecraft

Some of the windows on the Gilman House side were faintly glowing, and Innsomuth thought I heard confused sounds within. The most sumptuous of these—with wide terraced parterres extending back the whole way to Lafayette Street—I took to be the home of Old Man Marsh, the afflicted refinery owner.

He finds an unsettling place with strange people and gets the full story of the place from an old man there, but soon finds himself running for his life from the strange people of Innsmouth. I mostly read this because it was one of the foundational influences for Ruthanna Emrys’ Winter Tide. There were vague statements about disease and concentration camps, and later about dispersal in various naval and military prisons, but nothing positive ever developed. As the hour for its arrival drew near I noticed a general drift of the loungers to other places up the street, or to the Ideal Lunch lovecfaft the square.

They would perhaps be the worst of all Innsmouth types—something one would not care to remember. I really enjoyed the “surprise ending” on this one. Nos mete de lleno en la atmosfera. I must have left dust prints in that last old building, revealing how I had gained the street.