#gou tanabe

[awolfinpeopleclothes]

H.P. Lovecraft's The Call of Cthulhu by Gou Tanabe

[spiraphobia]

Gou Tanabe x H.P. Lovecraft

Anybody else collecting these? I find these books really convenient for reading during a plane ride or train ride. I like that they're small enough to carry anywhere.

Currently, I’m reading The Shadow Over Innsmouth and plan to purchase The Call of Cthulhu once it's released. The art is mind-blowing. Gou Tanabe’s ability to capture Lovecraft’s cosmic horror through his illustrations is unmatched. His use of shading and contrast brings an eerie and atmospheric quality to the stories that really draws you in. That said, I do think the size of the books doesn’t always do the art justice - some details are so fine and intricate that they get lost in the smaller format. But like I mentioned, the compact size makes them perfect for reading on the go.

It's well known that Lovecraft was a big influence on Junji Ito, and I've been fascinated with his works for a while. I even bought a full omnibus of all his stories. However, with English being my second language and since I’m also more of a visual person, I prefer seeing horror in graphic form.

I still read horror novels - I own tons of Stephen King and other great horror finds, but when it comes to cosmic and body horror, I prefer seeing it illustrated. Tanabe’s adaptations are perfect for this because they blend the unsettling and strange atmosphere of Lovecraft’s writing with detailed, haunting visuals.

[atna2-34-75]

Gou Tanabe

The Shadow Over Innsmouth, 2020

[bulles-de-bd]

Lovecraft par Gou Tanabe - Les Chats d'Ulthar

[jonathan-parra-acero]

“Seguí caminando, empujado por esa fuerza inexorable que es el destino, y torcí inmediatamente a la izquierda, por un lugar que me era familiar”.

(Imagen de Gou Tanabe).

La sombra fuera del tiempo - H. P. Lovecraft

[missnyarlathotep]

[yojimbot13]

[now-winter-comes-slowly]

That White Dead World

Exploration and horror in the polar wastelands.

"Snow and ice here have an urgent, personal force, like a dark God demanding to be propitiated, and I thought the experience would be less unbearable if I could find it in art. What occurs to me now, though it didn’t at the time, is that I was grieving — grieving the warmer city I had lived in for nearly two decades, grieving the life I thought I would have, grieving the person I had been, before I became a parent, and had to choose my location based on things like livable rents and good public schools. The winter was the part of the move I dreaded, and so it came to stand in for what I had lost."