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When Your First Language is Role-Playing Games

When Your First Language is Role-Playing Games


A1-4: Scourge of the Slavelords by David “Zeb” Cook, Allen Hammack, Harold Johnson,
Tom Moldvay, Lawrence Schick, and Edward Carmien (TSR, 1986), and Oriental Adventures:
Night of the Seven Swords
by Jon Pickens, David “Zeb” Cook, Harold Johnson, Rick Swan,
Edward Carmien, and David James Ritchie (TSR, 1986). Cover art by Jeff Easley and Clyde Caldwell

Always a writer, the first significant things I wrote were role-playing adventures, some for old-school Dungeons & Dragons, but mostly for what the kids today call a home brew system based on the PrinceCon rules (kudos to the very very few who know that one). Later in life I’d write for TSR, Inc., including some AD&D stuff, work for the Indiana Jones game (hats off to the great Harold Johnson who had way too much fun making paper cut-outs exciting), writing for a family game called CrossCheck (I think? That assignment = a zillion or so crossword puzzle questions), basically whatever the company needed doing that no one else wanted to do.

But in these early, formative years, I came up with games and ran them for my friends, first in high school, then in college. By then I worked on poetry and fiction, too, and ran into a problem. I spoke RPGs. Fiction was essentially a second language.

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Necronomicon: Sunday, Sundayyyyy

Necronomicon: Sunday, Sundayyyyy

The sleepers wake: attendees start the fourth day of Necronomicon

In the usual life cycle of a con, Sundays range from DOA — they expired sometime in the dark of night and when the sun rises all one finds is an empty, sun-baked dusty street with flies buzzing desultorily on piles of yesterday’s horse dung — to a lively old age that becomes more fragile as the day goes on. Checkouts at the hotel desk are consistent, though a good number leave luggage for later retrieval. But as the 8AM session on Thursday was well-attended, so too the 9:30 session Sunday morning about the correspondence between our man Lovecraft and Robert E. “Conan the Barbarian” Howard filled most of the seats. From this one must conclude Necronomicon’s Sunday will be on the lively side, and no dusty, abandoned street.

Letters constituted a major venue for communication between notables during this time period, and some — alas, not all — made it a practice to retain these letters. As a side-note: a loss to present-day scholarship on Lovecraft occurred when Lovecraft’s spouse burned the letters she’d received from him over the years of their acquaintance, courting, and marriage. And when we’re talking about H.P. Lovecraft and Robert E. Howard, the letters aren’t short little hello-how ya doin’-what’s up affairs, but lengthy epistolary conversations on weighty matters relating to writing style, what constitutes a good and required text for reading, and life, liberty, and the pursuit of publication in the fraught world of the pulps of that era.

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Necronomicon Saturday: All the Funs

Necronomicon Saturday: All the Funs


The glorious Vendor Hall at Necronomicon

As Necronomicon enters the full adult stage of its four day life, wee Thursday toddlerdom and energetic Friday late-teens giving way to brawny, wide-shouldered, keen-eyed prime of life. Today sees peak attendance, as day-trippers flock in to swell the ranks of shoppers on the Vendor Hall and help pack the seating in panels and presentations.

The Armitage Symposium organizes traditionally academic panels at Necronomicon, a nice way to draw a distinction between them and more traditional fan-oriented panels, and also a much nicer thing to put on one’s academic vita (like a resume) than the name of a fictional book that contains… stuff.

In The Surpassing Despair Which Flows from a Loss of Identity: Postcolonial Historiography and Race in Lovecraftiana, four academics presented papers on topics that fit under the awkward umbrella of the panel name. I could do a whole post about the art of crafting panel names for collections of academic papers, but whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy would I do that to you?

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Necronomicon: The Paneling

Necronomicon: The Paneling

There’s nothing like a well-run ‘con, and veterans of the circuit know the feel of competence, from the preliminary materials and communications to the execution of the event on site. Chief character of this con? The Biltmore Graduate hotel. Still proudly wearing the Biltmore name, this fine building shares con duty with the Omni Hotel here in Providence, Rhode Island. There’s even a Time Machine.

Bright and early, a strong crowd gathered for New York State of Mind: Lovecraft’s New York Period, a panel assembled, far as I can tell, to give a platform to David Goodwin and his book Midnight Rambles: Lovecraft in Gotham. Goodwin and his fellow panelists discussed New York City’s influence on Lovecraft, not shying away from that author’s oft-discussed racism and how his exposure to a variety of immigrants from around the world changed the writer.

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Necronomicon Report: They Stir

Necronomicon Report: They Stir


Opening ceremonies, featuring our emissaries from space and the sea

With organ and dance, in august surroundings (in August, no less), we celebrated the sixth Necronomicon’s beginning here in Providence, Rhode Island. This every-two-years con gave every appearance of being organized, thoughtful, and creative, and their Thursday game is strong. Very strong. Opening ceremonies took place in the First Baptist church, an amazing space for this event as it comes equipped with a kick-ass organ. Summoning Cthulhu, an ebon-winged bird figure flew (with their feet, no wire work or actual magic here) to the organ and then blew the doors off the place, which was handy because it was a bit hot.

We had more music during the hour of the event, interspersed with brief words of welcome, a poem, and the visit of a number of emissaries from the depths of space and/or the deeps of the sea. By mystical control of the elements, a thunderstorm blew through Providence at just the right moment, followed by scarlet illumination by the lights of emergency vehicles rolling past. And the sirens, oh, the sirens, their shriek will forever fill my ears….

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Necronomicon Coming

Necronomicon Coming

Not the book of cosmically horrible… stuff, we’ll say “stuff” and let that be that, shall we? Not the Necronomicon of dread lore and Lovecraftian literary shenanigans. No, Necronomicon, as in a ‘con, Providence, Rhode Island, beginning August 15. Following in the upswell of interest in Lovecraft — or, more accurately, an uptick in cultural stuff (there’s that word again!) that relates to Lovecraft — the organizers of this event have reanimated it, and from all the early signs they’ve done a great job. It’s got a serious academic track record (adroitly renamed to protect the dignity of academic vitas), a gala ball or somesuch grand event, and other elements beyond description and if you’re interested visit the website already.

Who am I? Writer, academic, gamer, internet bon vivant1, and for a few volunteer shifts I’ll be keeping an eye on the gaming track at the ‘con.2 Watch this space for updates as the ‘con commences 8/15/24.

1 — I officially distance myself from any real claim of bon or vivant in the context of the internet.
2 — Yeah, I noticed this ‘con far too late to submit a paper to present to the academic track, or to even get on the reading schedule.