If Lovecraft tends to fail on the big screen, how about on stage? Jason Zinoman describes some fine-sounding theatrical productions of HPL tales.
[F]our actors [spoke] into microphones in solitary spotlights. Creepy music, a few light cues and a burst of smoke are the only design...
Clay McLeod Chapman, a playwright and performer, delivered an evocative Lovecraftian monologue in his annual macabre series “The Pumpkin Pie Show”, which took place in a small black box off-off Broadway in October. And when Mike Daisey performed a spooky meditation on H.P. Lovecraft’s “Barring the Unforseen” last year in New York, ushers led audience members one by one to their seats in a pitch-black room.
I like the way these draw on two scary story traditions: oral (think campfire) and radio.
Zinoman doesn't mention the huge boom in Lovecraft via podcasts, which is odd. But given his recent book's subject, I'll assume this was due to word count limitations.
Here's a fun thing: Vincent Price telling you short-short stories. These minitales are from an album (vinyl recording, children) called Odyssey, dating back to around 1970, and lovingly digitized by the teeming cultural brain that is WFMU.
The stories' topics are varied, from local history (California, Oregon, the Dakotas) to Ripley's-style horror. Price is often a character. Some are adverts. All end with a cheerful "so long!"
(thanks to involuntary informationalist Hugh Blackmer)
Five horrible, historical deaths are narrated by the first Memory Palace podcast. While others may dwell on later podcasts, for steampunk appeal, say, the first one hits the real-life Gothic nerve with an energetic, mordant dose of arsenic. Prepare yourself for cringing, and listen well.
My wife reflects that these stories make good arguments for OSHA.