Thoughts on Robert E. Howard’s Birthday
This past weekend, Robert E. Howard would have been 105 years old. In a way, I feel terrible for not having something more to say, some interesting insight into his work that no one else has. But I don’t. The best essays commemorating Howard have come from Blackgate Magazine. Especially the piece by Matthew David Surridge (Northrop Frye’s Anatomy of Criticism is still a classic in my book, by the way).
So, what does Howard represent for me? A fount of inspiration, a key to worlds undreamed of, a mixing and merging into a prehistory that never was. As a budding writer interested in sword and sorcery, Howard is the foundation, the legend that all have tried and failed to surpass.
That is Robert E. Howard. His life was too short, but his influence will live on.