WHEN, a year and a half ago, I wrote a general article about horror stories, I was reproached by several correspondents for not having mentioned the work of H. P. Lovecraft. I had read some of Lovecraft's stories and had not cared much for them; but the books by and about him have been multiplying so and the enthusiasm of his admirers has been becoming so insistent that I have felt I ought to look into the subject more seriously. There have appeared, mostly in 1945, a collection of his Best Supernatural Stories; an unfinished novel, The Lurker at the Threshold, completed by August Derleth; a volume of his miscellaneous writings, with appreciations by various writers: Marginalia; an essay by him on Supernatural Horror in Literature; and H. P. L.: A Memoir, by August Derleth. Lovecraft, since his death in 1937, has rapidly been becoming a cult. He had already his circle of disciples who collaborated with him and imitated him, and the Arkham House (in Sauk Center, Wisconsin), which has published Marginalia and The Lurker at the Threshold, is named from the imaginary New England town that makes the scene of many of his stories. It seems to be exclusively devoted to the productions of Lovecraft and the Lovecraftians. A volume of his letters has been announced.