The Arkham Detective Collection

Well-written, pulp era, gumshoe, Cthulhu-esque, 'hard to put the book down' stories. While this is not written in Lovecraftian style, it is in the Lovecraft theme and quite interesting, as well as very readable (ie., not too wordy, like Lovecraft oft is). I thoroughly enjoyed this book and intend to purchase more works written by this author.

This collects the first four Arkham Detective stories. They are probably novelettes or novellas in length. The Arkham Detective, a police lieutenant, investigates crimes on the mean streets and in the slums of Arkham in the midst of the Great Depression Carrying a Colt 1911, an heirloom from his policeman dad, the Detective’s methods can be brutal and illegal and that bothers him but not as much as the idea of letting the evil he comes across carry the day. He’s the Arkham Detective because Craft delights in never giving him a name though he narrates the four stories. This Arkham is full of places and names familiar from Lovecraft, and Craft adds some of his own. One of the nice things invents some nice place names. There is plenty of action, and the Detective knows the score about the weirdness around Arkham so no time is wasted in him having to accept the existence of the various monsters, magic, and dimensional travel he comes across. Before he was a detective, the narrator was one of the policeman called to look at Wilbur Whately’s body in H. P. Lovecraft’s “The Dunwich Horror”. Miskatonic University and its faculty also have a prominent place. Cthulhu’s Minions starts with the Detective finding an old partner of his dead in an alley with his face chewed off. Soon weird creatures, pilot demons, begin to show up around Arkham. As their name implies, they accompany an even more dangerous entity. This story was ok, but the series improves with each installment. I’m always up for a trip to that crumbling seaside town of Innsmouth, and, in The Innsmouth Look, the trail of a man who murdered a woman and kidnapped her child leads the Detective there. But the Detective finds out he’s not the only party interested in what the Esoteric Order of Dagon is up to. Craft gives us some nice descriptions of Innsmouth and, good naturedly, put some dialogue from Lovecraft’s “The Shadow Over Innsmouth” into another character’s mouth. For most of The Devil Came to Arkham, we don’t seem to be dealing with a menace from Lovecraft. The Detective has a bad feeling about Corvus Astaroth, a recent arrival in town. And, when Arkham gets hotter and Corvus gathers a cult of women about him who seem to be getting unhealthily thin, that trepidation is justified. And, when an ex-cop shows up with a dossier on the man named – here at least – Corvus, the Detective starts to get a notion of what he’s dealing with. The Dunwich Dungeon brings back a character from The Innsmouth Look. A traveler in the Dreamlands, he now finds himself imprisoned underground and left to starve. Somehow, he has to get the Detective’s help. Meanwhile, in Arkham, a stray dog hanging about the police station leads the Detective to an abandoned mansion with strange markings on the wall. These are enjoyable stories. While you can jump into this series at any point, I liked how Craft presented a story arc for the Detective as his life changes from story to story. While I’m willing to go with the advanced research projects at Miskatonic U, Craft unfortunately mars some of his stories with what are probably unnecessary anachronisms involving Xerox machines and the term “serial killer” which is actually a term invented in 1974. He probably could have found a workaround for another anachronism involving the OSS too. On the other hand, Craft’s website says Cthulhu’s Minions is set in an “alternate universe somewhat like the 1930s”, so maybe that’s the justification and not carelessness. Still, I liked this omnibus enough that I read the rest of the series, and I’ll be reviewing them shortly. The fusion of the Mythos with the detective story – which, of course, Lovecraft himself did with “The Call of Cthulhu” – is a popular one, and Craft’s stories are a worthy example.

I have to say, this is a really well written hodgepodge of books. It has a level of grit to it. I am unclear about the level of literary craftmanship regarding the 'real'. The 'real' in this case is a very no-nonsense blunt approach to how to solve for that random bad thing from Lovecraft's monster mythos or that one. A certain type of realism hits each book, as if the now exists only in the 'present' of each book of being in the federal ban on alcohol to the act being lifted somewhere in the 1930's. Arkham simply exists as a place as suffering with dots that can't collect in the good thing because of said monsters and the economic woes. One of these woes involves the funding of the police in Arkham, which is how the detective solves crimes, through a blunt way. He's honored in that blunt way on each book with that same no-nonsense approach but mitigated because of moderated realism. The author doesn't go all hog-wild on which specific thing was used in the Great Depression, whatever year each book happens, it is a fact. The detective then shoots his way to the solution, because the genre is hard-broiled. I guess that's the rule of that genre, and yet, there wasn't a page that I didn't lose interest and for that I - really liked the collection.

Hello, I really enjoyed these stories. The are well written and very entertaining to read. Great characters abound. There's a dog too. Thanks.

Masterful collection of Cthulhu meets hardboiled detective fiction. Too often authors going for lightness in the Mythos only achieve farce. Bryan Craft maintains a good balance between the very dark Mythos and light hearted banter by a Sam Spade-like main character.

Tough guy detective against Lovecraftian weirdness

I bought this for my brother and he loves it!

Poorly conceived and poorly written. Various Lovecraftian tropes appear in a nonstop run of gore and brutality, making Mickey Spillane look like Jane Austen. The most amusing bit is probably a typo, showing the gravestone of Joseph Curwen with two pairs of years and a wish expressed that he will now remain permanently "interned." The author means this to be period fiction but can't seem to make up his mind which period is intended, anywhere from the 1920s to the 1940s. The supposedly Lovecraftian demons at one point raid a Catholic church for holy water, obviously at variance with Lovecraft's own religious nihilism. On the positive side, fairly easy and not entirely unamusing for the indulgent reader.