Isn’t it just awkward when you’re trying to make friends and people run away because unbeknownst to you, you are an inter-dimensional-hell-beast? It’s right up there with telling people that you’ve had the best barbecue ever and you’ve only ever been to Smokey Bones or having Nickelback as your ringtone or quoting “The Notebook”. It’s just …GAH!
In “The Outsider”, Lovecraft tells the story from the monster’s POV. Shelley did it for the first time in Frankenstein, but it is rarely done; we don’t want to put ourselves into the Devil’s shoes. Even today, the Devil’s POV is scorned – see Joker reviews. The creature in “The Outside” actually seems kinda nice, but lonely. The monster-beast crawls and claws its way out of a crypt and goes up people in a church and wonders what must be chasing him because everyone is running for their lives. This goes on for A WHILE! People flee and he has no idea what’s going on.
Finally, he sees the monster, he goes to touch the horrible creature, and his outstretched finger touches a mirror. I enjoyed the twist. If done right, the Devil is always appealing. Breaking Bad made Bryan Cranston a total badass and he did terrible things, but we rooted for him. Like Walter White who only felt akin to his blue meth at the end, this creature is scorned so he flees into the night doing whatever Hell-Beasts do; my guess it has something to do with making robocalls or working for Ticketmaster.
This Halloween season I’ve been strung out on short-stories for days because I’m amazed at the ability to convey a story in limited space like a Haiku.
See you, tomorrow.